#merc-lock

Shock was written over her, hand clasped over her mouth. Luckily they had not brought back many bodies, but the last thing she expected when checking on them, as if they would go anywhere, was to actually find something covering over the corpses, having the breath caught in her throat. One, two steps were taken back, but she should not bring herself to run, not when she had it made her task to bring those men home for eternal rest. So she grabbed a broom that was close by and gave the figure a good hit to the back. “What do you think you’re doing?!” A tremble to her voice but she rose it as much as she could. @merc-lock​

With that, the hunter closed his eyes and placed his head on the counter. Snoring followed shortly after. 

@ancestral-curse

“Master...especially from the ghoul’s lips would make me feel something.” He down his drink. “It would be the sign to persue him.” 

 Trip twiddled his fingers. “That young woman in the market on accident.” He took a deep breath. “I never really touched the breast because....that's against my vows of celibacy. Touching the chest isn’t what monks think about tit.” He blushed. “But if I could touch them, I would do it in a controlled environment.” 

Baron checked everywhere for his shirt. Where was it? He walked to the next room. He saw the ghoul wearing his shirt. There was a blush on the hunter’s face. “O-oh there’s my shirt?” He stammered out. The ghoul raised an eyebrow. The hunter brshed his hair back. “You look good in it.” The hunter leaned forward and kissed his cheek. “You can keep it.” 

“You talk  too much.”