#pyrestarter

  Rolling his blessed dagger along his fingers, his claws lightly scraping the metal. Cool to the touch. Satisfying. Incredibly satisfying. Though it personally would have been much, much more satisfying to have his blade taste flesh.

   “Mmmm.” He hummed, his eyes glinting in the soft light reflected off the dagger from the crappy hotel lamp. His gaze flickered to the light emitting furniture, nailed to the table. That was typical in hotels such as these. Had to make sure nobody stole their shit.

   Abruptly tossing the knife to the side, he grinned at the satisfyingly smooth thunk as the dagger sank into the wall, cutting through the thin wallpaper. His eyes widened as the dagger went straight through the wall. Looked like he’d overestimated the composition. What looked like wood was actually as sturdy as paper mache.

   “Damn it.” He heard the dagger land in the other room. Hopping off the bed, Striker hurried outside, knocking on the neighboring door.

❛I was turned into a monster once! I had a lobsterclaw! Wiping my tush was not easy, let me tell you... ❜ But he was getting off topic. At least he was TRYING to relate to her.

❛ The point is that, as I learnt on a certain delightful adventure, was that looks don’t matter.-Or something.-So you don’t want to be kicked around anymore?! Good for you but you really think kicking other people around is going to change anything? People ALWAYS underestimate a penguin. If needs be I use violence to kick them into place but I only make that a habit for my enemies! ❜

Her attention snapped towards the door the moment she heard someone come in, a habit she developed ever since she opened her store. Brushing off the nonexistent lint from her dress, Hestia would approach the potential customer.