Vagabond

“Feel better?” Oro questioned, sitting back on his haunches with a soft snort. His wings shuffling a bit before he gently bumped Jax’s shoulder with a wing, “Let it all out, you can punch me if you want.”

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I’m going to blame you and this face specifically 

“That’s what I said.  Malk.” the girl replied as she grabbed the jug from the fridge.  She put it on the counter next to the doughnuts before going to grab some glasses for them.

“So how’ve you been by the way?  Anything exciting been happening in the demon hunter world?” she asked, coming back and handing him one of the glasses before pouring herself some milk.

“I get it. You’re messing with me.” He sat down as Shylow handed him the glass, taking a quick drink as she quizzed him. Not like he minded; Jaxson enjoyed talking about his adventures, and Shylow seemed to love hearing about them.

It was kind of funny, though. A demon hunter and a demon being friends... Not what you’d usually expect.

He pursed his lips. “Well, that’s hardly fair. The absence of information is hardly trickery…” Surely, given time Gil might have gleaned the nature of the bauble with a discerning eye. As it was, the bloodhunter barely let him have a look at it.

“It seems like the enchantment isn’t aware what to do with itself.” Gil shrugged. “I mean, with weapons named “Trollcutter” or “Lightbringer”, they don’t just have that kind of thing folded into them. They need guidance or direction, otherwise they’ll try to assume a life of their own. Even cursed items can be beneficial, given time to mature. It all depends on the growth of its spirit.”

This was definitely new information to him. Jax had always thought that was how artifacts worked; They had the entire spell already there, and it just took time to grow. Not that they had to ‘learn’. “Well, that definitely seems like what this thing is trying to do.”

“That seems like such a waste.” Gil pouted. He despised such wastefulness… “What nature is this curse that you need to toss a perfectly preserved piece of antiquity?”

“Namely the fact that it’s not even an artifact. It was made last year.” If it was actually a piece of history, Jaxson would probably be treating it better. As it was? He was done with it on several levels.

“Remember, the key to being a good thief is to be nice and stealthy.”

The sound of glass shattering can be heard worryingly close.

“Yeah!  Let’s eat first!” Shylow squirmed in Jax’s grasp and when she was set down ran back to her house “Come on!  My mom made doughnuts the other day!”

As they entered the home the little demon lead the demon hunter to the kitchen where, sure enough, there was a box of doughnuts with mixed frosting waiting.  She walked over to the fridge “You want some malk?”

“Homemade doughnuts sounds pretty awesome, actually.” He set her down before she could wiggle herself free, jogging after the hyperactive demon. Really, some days Jax wondered how he ended up being friends with someone like Shylow... Not like it mattered much in the end. They were friends now, with little importance to the how it happened.