#dagger;p

Dagger eyes the young kid walking across the street, swinging his dagger in his hand. A small grin spreads across his face as he decides to complete his mission. He was looking for a new play thing and he just found it. Pocketing his dagger he nimbly jumped from his spot and lopped over to the other, stopping infront of him, not waiting for a reaction or comment he quickly spat out a few lyrics, " My milkshake brings all the boys to the yard, and they're like it's better than yours. Damn right it's better than yours, I can teach you, but I have to charge." Stopping, he crosses his arms over his middle, feeling satisfied with his little performance. 

There was rushed foot steps, small and light. And before him stood the three year old monster, with obvious pee stained clothes. A giggle escaping her lips and Dagger's left eye twitched as he watched little droplets of urine drop onto the floor. His irritation, his anger skyrocketing. His hand gripping the door knob tightly, so tightly that there was a small crack noise. The words tumbling out of his mouth, "Why the hell are you here?" His voice hoarse, his eyes squinting and showing no love in it. 

Dagger had just watched the great gatsby, a certain song stuck on his head. Twirling his little pocket knife between his fingers he began to sing the song from the movie, off tune of course, "Will you still love me. When I'm no longer young and beautiful? Will you still love me. When I got nothing but my aching soul?" He stops when he bumps into someone, looking up at them with a sheepish smile, "Oh."

Jiho closes his eyes, his arms spreading wide as if he was about to deliver a sermon. But oh one would be dead wrong if they thought he was gonna do that, instead he clears his throat. A string of words, lyrics from a song he knew all to well passes his lips, "I'm Ill, I'm Ill, I'm Ill, RAH, RAH! Pop deuce spot, kid latch off, still rep white, that Ash Roth. That uncut, that sushi, I'm too G, that's Gucci." He ignored the stares given to him by strangers, before his own eyes met another's, his brows quirking up, "You ill?

His eyes brightened, his features obviously showing his happiness at being able to see her works, "I like art, well I just like lookin' at stuff. Can't wait to see it though, gotten more curious." He shift uncomfortably at the smirk, "Well...guardian ye. I am kinda like her dog." He laughed shortly, dog was a good word for what he was. "She doesn't like me referring to her as master though but our bond is master and pet in simple terms." He coughed, looking away. Not wanting to see if she would react weirdly to his words.

Tossing his dagger up and down, his hand skillfully catching them each time then he began singing a tune, " I was spending all my nights and days laid back day dreaming.  Look at me I’m a big girl now, so you gonna do something. Told the world I would paint this town. Now bitches I run this. "

As he listened, he found her voice alluring and captivating. The richness in it, the gentleness he couldn’t help but savor each word she said. “Nn? Art director. I wonder if I could see your work one day.” He blinked, shrugging. He was unsure how to answer that. “Well I wouldn’t exactly say I have no job but I just listen to what a certain person says. Their wish is my command. And well yep, to protect and serve them is my job. Nothin’ too strenuous.” 

He bounces up and down gleefully, pleased with the reaction the other gave him, "Thank ya. I practiced hard and hoped it went well and it did aheh."