Horse Eden : Libobon Academy

December 9, 2024 09:09 PM

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"The sentence wasn't SUPPOSED to be interesting!" Leo protested right back. "Helpful." He grumbled sarcastically, then arched an eyebrow. "I don't hate her." He replied with a sniff. "She's just the biggest pain in the ass the world has ever known. So much sarcasm it'd rot your brains, always way too competitive, usually rude and an asshole, blah blah blah." He pointed out. "And she didn't SAVE my ass. I would've been just fine without Libodon... definitely a different person, and most likely not a Virgin, but just fine." He wrinkled his nose. "The only spectacular thing that came out of Libodon was you." Many people would say that, after what, at least 12 years of living at a place that they would call it their home... and that was important... but Leo had never believed in homes. The people you were around were much more important than where you were. His only would be home had been a traumatic experience, so he didn't like the idea. "Thank you." He grinned at her obvious compliment- he loved pissing off people. It was thrilling.

As she spoke again, he dropped his head in his hand with a groan, shuddering slightly at the mental image. It would've been fine and expected if not for him envisioning GLORY in that scenario. And STEELE. BLEAUGHCH. "Dear GOD don't ever say anything like that again. That was NOT what I meant." He tried to erase that train of thought from all memory and databases, rubbing his temple for a moment before moving on.

"Just because you're a space alien doesn't mean you're more important than me. And obviously our deal flew right out the window." He gave her an offended, injured puppy look, the usual one. Then his mind went to forbidden places and he had to quickly change subjects. "Filling, eh? I'd expect that from t-rex ribs." He snorted, a small smirk growing on his face at her words. "I KNOW the world can only handle one of me." He replied. "Good thing, ah, *crotch goblins*, are not replicas of their parents, eh?" He replied with a slight eye roll at her unique ways to say children. "You are a danger to others." Leo stated rather fondly. "But that's a good thing. And I keep you from being a danger to yourself- USUALLY-" He cast a frown at her hand. "So we can erase that off the board." Honestly, especially after spending his whole adult life corraling teenagers, he didn't think he'd ever want a child. But... well.. he had known people to change. Like, for instance, STEELE. She was still a jackass away from her kid, but whenever the terror came running back, she was ... rather endearing. Her husband was worse- he practically killed people for a living, and he was the most dangerous and terrifying man Leo knew other than himself, but the guy was a fluffy teddy bear to the child. People did change.

"I give up, you win. Good job." He let out a long suffering heavy sigh, putting as much dramatic wheezing sadness into it as he possibly could. No way was he trying to say that. He'd give up halfway through if he didn't now. Possibly before. (That's literally in a song xD. Or, close to it anyway. "I got too much life to live, and too few shits to give" Feel Like Hell Today - Cooper Alan. I'm sure you've heard it)

"Yes you are. Though, I do have to add, you're not really horribly flavored." His eyes twinkled mischeviously as he spoke- yes he was slipping into her way of thinking, no he didn't give a fuck. He had too much life to live and too few shits to give, to put it nicely.

"When you made the deal we argued for at least ten minutes about whether there should be a time limit or not! I said there shouldn't, you said there should, we settled on 48 hours. LOOK WHERE THAT GOT YOU." He sighed in exasperation, but a grin came to his lips.

December 9, 2024 09:50 PM

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"Then WHAT was the point of saying it?" Glory huffed. Sentences were supposed to be interesting, otherwise, why would people engage in conversation? Geez. "I'm gonna give you a moment to think about who you're talking to and what you just said," She told him calmly, paused, and continued, "you've literally gone and described me. What makes her so much worse than me?" The biggest pain in the ass, so much sarcasm it'd rot your brains, always way too competitive, usually rude and an asshole... yeah, sounds like Steele could be Glory's twin sister. "So.... if it weren't for Steele... you mean to tell me that you wouldn't hold the title of least horny boyfriend?" Glory lilted, her mischievous grin returning. "Awww, I could say the same of you," She said. Now, if one were to think about it, she definitely wouldn't have met him if she hadn't gone to Libobon, but she probably wouldn't have gone if her mother hadn't died, but if her mother hadn't died, she would've had a normal, happy childhood, but that happy childhood would've turned into a mundane, glum adulthood. Soooo, Glory's mother had to die for Glory to meet Leo; it was something of a canon event. Part of Glory's character - or possibly villain, depending on one's view of her - arc.

"I can't make any promises, you gotta stop giving me such good material to work with," Glory said, grinning half proudly, half sheepishly. It was just how her mind worked, she'd never be able to hear that sentence and not immediately have that particular thing enter her brain.

"Sorryyy," She said, her grin now entirely sheepish. "And, it does- ever heard the phrase age before beauty? Since I was there eating alien popcorn when the bigass lizards were fried, I hold seniority over you," She added with a snort. Yeah, because logic. Even though, in reality, Leo had 3 years on her.

"Duh. Naturally, I ate most the t-rexes, so I'm still full," Glory said, though really she was fuckin hungry but wasn't confident that she could hold anything down. So no food.

"Mhm, and I can only handle one of you," Glory added with a snort. Honestly, if Leo's kids turned out to be ANYTHING like him - well first of all, they'd be delightful - but holy shit would they be a handful. Leo was more than enough for Glory. "Oh great thing, or I'd probably wind up with an army of pickpockets with an uncanny sense of sarcasm and endless wells of asshattery." Maybe it would be better for any hypothetical crotch goblins to take after Leo, after all. Yeesh. At least Leo was adorable and innocent and tried to be something of a good person. "Yeah, usually," Glory said with a snort. "You can bubblewrap the whole fucking world and I'll still find a way to get hurt." She was much like a horse in that respect.

"Of course I won. Well played, though," Glory said, grinning like the proud idiot she was. (Oh it is? Does NOT ring a bell xD)

"What." Glory said flatly upon hearing words she never expected from Leo. That was a Glory thing to say, very much not a Leo thing. He was learning. "Oh am I now? Are you sure you remember right?" She said after the initial surprise wore off, matching his tone.

"Oh jeezus fuckin christ, YES I argued FOR a time limit, but that was BEFORE. My mind does in fact change every now and again," She huffed, but he was right.

December 9, 2024 10:15 PM

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"I- nevermind. Next time, I promise to curse more colorfully." He relented, knowing he wasn't going to win that argument. "You know damn well I'm not going to think about much of anything." Leo groaned lightly directly afterwards, immediately focusing on the next thing with no thought whatsoever. "No, she gives it in bigger doses, and her fits are broken up in chunks. Yours are constant." He grinned. "She's only insufferable when not taking care of Ahlia- her child."

He rolled his eyes. "Yes, that's what I'm saying. Without her, I would not hold the world record, no, universe record for least horny boyfriend." He snorted heartily. "Much obliged."

"I can't stop giving you good material! That's just how my idiotness works!" He complained. "Have some self control." He added with a sniff, knowing damn well that she didn't or wouldn't or couldn't. Whichever she was feeling that day.

"Aw, are you saying I'm beautiful?" He fired back, pulling a Glory on her. Focusing on a totally irrelevant part of the sentence and only that. "I mean, I always thought my smile was quite Dashing, but to hear it from you? What a compliment." He gushed dramatically, per usual, putting on a good show. In REALITY, he was older, but he wouldn't pull that on her, so this was the next best thing.

"Makes sense." He snorted, the continued mention of food making him hungry, and at the same time, reminding him that he had a hole in his abdomen. A hole that didn't feel good.

"I am quite the handful, and with your..." He made a show of dipping his gaze to her hands with a dramatic effort. "AVERAGE hands, it must be quite a bit harder." He flashed a smile, praying to GOD and JEEZUZ and the DEVIL HIMSELF that she did not use those words against him. He could see the danger. He just decided to ignore it and deal with the consequences. He knew HE couldn't deal with another one of himself, so he wouldn't expect anyone else to. However, the main difference would be... if he ever had kids, he would never let them experience the family trauma he had. He would show them enough love to drown them in it, because whether or not he had wanted them, they would be HIS.

"That's not that bad." He scoffed. "At least they wouldn't all be mentally unstable!" He added. "At first. That comes over time." If she continued being a BAD EXAMPLE, then he was SURE any hypothetical kids would be mentally unstable before long.

"I know that." He looked exasperated, though it was, like most things, a dramatic act. "You are impossible to keep even remotely uninjured." He could chain her to a bed post and she would find a way to get her- most likely something along the lines of first dislocating her shoulders and breaking her wrists to get out of the handcuffs, then getting hurt elsewhere after she was out.

"I'm glad you're proud of yourself." He smiled slightly at her grand grin. He would give up every ounce of dignity he once had just to see her smile. It was one of the most beautiful sights in the world. (Yeh xD)

Leo barked a laugh at her flat response, pleased with the look of extreme disbelief and slight shock on her face. "I've spent more than five minutes around you, I'm bound to fall into your little gutter someday." He rolled his eyes, then smirked slightly. "Actually, my memory's a little spotted. Care to help me solve that problem a little?" He tilted his head slightly and kissed her with a smile. "I can back up my statement now. Good as I remember." He murmured. He was not as innocent as the facade he put up, or as he claimed to be, although he wished he was.

"Oh REALLY, your mind CHANGES?! I NEVER WOULD HAVE GUESSED." He matched her sarcasm, if not outdoing it slightly. "You know I'm right."

December 9, 2024 10:59 PM

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"Thank you. You gotta remember, I'm like a child, I need to be damn near overstimulated by either swears or embarrassing stories or I will start yelling and throwing my shoes at you," Glory said, as though this was the most obvious thing in the world. But hey, shoes were pretty good long-range projectiles. "I know, just try," She said. And he did do a little thinking, apparently. "Ohhh, so Steele basically does that retarded 'playing hot and cold' thing but by being an asshole. I see," She said. "And, since I am thankfully without demonic spawn, I'm insufferable all the time?" The short answer was yes. Very. Especially after a few shots of scotch. Then the swearing and violent tendencies were just about doubled, if not tripled. Perfect parent material.

"Mm. I suppose I owe Steele something of a thank-you. Ain't gonna happen though," Glory retorted flatly. No thanks. Steele could take her thanks and shove it.

"Well, my idiotness won't allow me to let good material go to waste!" Glory huffed back. "Self-control? What's that? Never heard of it," She said. Glory, having self-control? Pfft, never. One was more likely to find a pot of gold at the end of a triple rainbow than to see THAT rarity.

"Very much so," Glory said, "tha thu gu math tarraingeach." Ha oo goo mah tar-ree-in-yach. Simply put, you are really attractive. Not like it was a lie, either.

Glory gave him a rather blank stare for a moment before saying, "Now, before I actually say it, I hope you realize that you've just given me THE PERFECT setup for a FAR worse handjob joke. BUT. Since I'm just such a nice girlfriend, I won't say it. Just think it really, REALLY loudly at you." But really, come on, that was SUCH an EASY joke to make right there that it felt like a trap. Like fuckin bait.

"Oh yes they fuckin would," Glory argued with a chuckle. "Let's see, on my side, we got alexithymia, resting suicidal ideations, literally just being Scottish and therefore predisposed to alcoholism, and a whole shitload more that I don't even know what the fuck are called." Now, to save a trip to our old pal Google, allow me to explain: Alexithymia is a term used to describe a condition where a person has difficulty identifying, expressing, and understanding their emotions. This can make it challenging for them to connect with others on an emotional level and to recognize their own emotional states. Symptoms are generally difficulty identifying and describing emotions, limited imagination, and a tendency to focus on external events rather than internal experiences. Now, Glory didn't have any shortage of imagination somehow, though it was pretty dark and twisted.

"It's quite the skill," Glory said as though it were a GOOD thing. "I'm basically Houdini but instead of an escape artist, I just get hurt all the time." Y'know, because that was a skill everyone wanted.

"True, especially since it's actually a pitfall coated with Clark Grizwold's cooking oil," Glory snickered. (National Lampoon reference, you're cool if you get it :3) "I think I can help," She said, returning his kiss happily. "Well I'm glad I could clear that up for you," Glory said, grinning.

"Oh every now and again, usually when the old one needs washed," She said with a roll of her eyes. "No you ain't." He WAS, and Glory knew that, she was just difficult.

December 10, 2024 09:35 AM

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"Don't throw your shoes at me. Depending on what ones you have on, that could hurt." Leo pouted, wincing when he saw they were her boots- per usual- and that WOULD hurt. He narrowly escaped wearing crocs out here- almost forgot to change out them for his boots- and that would've been a laughable experience. For everyone but him. Even if he tried to throw his shoes at someone, then, it would've been pitiful.

"I do try." He sighed heavily. Brains were hard.

"Sure, and yes. You are insufferable all the time." He chuckled, knowing that was a compliment in her book. He had to speak the truth, right? It's not like it didn't go back the other way- he was pretty insufferable, too. Especially with both their tendencies to ignore wounds and just keep forging forward until they literally couldn't. He was at the literally couldn't point at the moment. If Corrupted came in here, he was dead. Considering his mind was still convinced that his body was dead, he wasn't moving anytime soon.

"Of course you wouldn't actually give her thanks..." Leo chuckled, rolling his eyes. "You need to fix that." He huffed, poking her in the forehead. "Be less idiot Like."

He snorted. "Self control is this thing where you want to do something but you know it's wrong so you don't do it." He explained in a philosophical tone.

"I swear you just switched from toddler talk to Scottish and back again and I have no clue what. Were you complaining about math?" He arched an eyebrow, lost on that phrase, one he had not heard before.

He chuckled slightly at her words. "YES, I know that. I was thinking about that, and hoping you'd refrain. I thank you greatly for doing so." He stated, shaking his head. "If I can HEAR your LOUD THOUGHTS it does NOT count." He huffed, looking offended.

"Oh SHUT it, you're not that bad. Those - gosh you." He scowled jokingly. "Just chalk it up to don't have children and be fine, k?" He sniffed. Something deep, deep inside him twanged unhappily, but he ignored it. He barely even knew what it was.

"It is quite the BAD skill." He reprimanded with an eye roll. "I don't want you to get hurt all the time." He sighed dramatically.

He snorted with amusement at her words. (OF COURSE I KNOW THAT- I love National Lampoon's!)

His smile widened as she looked happy- the best way to make him happy was if she was happy. "I'm glad you could, too." He agreed with a grin of his own.

"Yours needs a LOT of washing." He pointed out with a snort, then smirked. "Yes I am."

December 10, 2024 10:19 AM

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"Well considering I don't wear crocs, it's almost guaranteed to hurt," Glory said pointedly. Her only footwear was the sort that could be used as a deadly weapon. If it couldn't, it didn't belong on feet, simple as that.

"Well, trying is really all you can do, so good job," She said. Which sounded like something some dumb smart guy would say.

"Aww, good! I've officially succeeded at life," Glory said, grinning. "Now time to go dig a hole and lay in it and wait until I die." Leo would very much not like that one, but... womp womp. How sad. Most people were lying in their holes trying to hide from death, so maybe Glory ought to go looking for him instead. Much quicker that way.

"Of course not! She doesn't deserve it," She huffed. Nobody deserved to be thanked unless they a) actually did something, or b) happened to be Leo and said something sweet. That was it.

Glory scowled at him as he poked her, growling at him and threatening to bite his hand like a mad dog. "Can't fix what ain't broke, and just for that I'm gonna be MORE idiot-like." A splendid idea; so when Leo did something stupid, instead of telling him not to, Glory'd be right there next to him helping.

Glory wrinkled her nose at his explanation of self-control and said, "That sounds awful. Why would I not do something I want to do?" Yeah, no thanks. Glory'd done PLENTY of wrong things just because she felt like it. Probably because she was rather morally graey.

"Noooo. tha thu gu math tarraingeach," She repeated, "you are very attractive. So... not math." But toddler talk was a pretty good way to describe it. Glory's theory was that Scots Gaelic was made while everyone was drunk, which... was possible.

"Well it's not my fault you HEAVILY implied you were... well hung," Glory grumbled quietly. "Well MAYBE you shouldn't be LISTENING to my loud thoughts, there's no law that states that I can't THINK loudly," She huffed in return.

"Just keep telling yourself that," Glory said, then nodded. "That's basically what my therapist said. Fat lot of good he was," She snorted. Real helpful.

"Is not!" She protested. "You get hurt more than I do." Sort of. Difference was, Glory was constantly dealing with minor shit everywhere. Leo just treated his body like a battering ram.

(Oh good xD good fuckin movies, 11/10 lol)

"Exactly. So I change my mind more often than the average teenage boy changes his underwear," Glory said. She honestly pitied the servants in charge of laundry.

December 10, 2024 05:17 PM

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(On my vacation, I accidentally tripped and stabbed my leg against the corner of a concrete table. It was painful. It created a giant bruise and scraped a lot of skin off... MEANWHILE

Leo has been stabbed at least 3 times, third degree burns all over, dagger wounds and all. Glory has a broken hand, shattered even, and it was stabbed, plus she had broken ribs, dagger wound in her thigh, Blah blah.

These people are invincible and I am weak xD. We've made them damn near invincible)

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"Ah, thank you for the clarification." Leo replied drily. He did prefer his heavy boots over crocs. He understood why she preferred boots. If they weren't deadly, they were boring. His crocs could be used as weapons, so he liked them. They were like floppy weapons.

"Oh, thanks. I love your praise. I'm so glad you keep me going with that." He snorted sarcastically.

"I'm glad you're happy, but if you go die, I WILL kill you myself." He growled with a huff. "Plus you will never be kissed again." He pointed out, giving her a challenging look. He had more ammo.

He rolled his eyes at her huffing. Yeah yeah, no one deserved thanks- except obviously for him. He always needed thanks. He could give more sweet nothings if necessary, but he preferred deeper talks and comments. Nevertheless, everything he said was PERFECT and ADORABLE.

He chuckled slightly at her irritated scowling and growling. "Aww, but Glooooory." He gave her his usual puppy eyed look. "You can't be idiot like, you're far too cunning for that." He protested quietly, his tone perfect for the situation. Or what he wanted, anyway.

"Mm. You're splendid." He shook his head, looking amused. "I hope you're happy with your... decisions." He hummed, shaking his head. That was a very Glory like thing to say.

He lifted his eyebrows slightly as she reprimanded his fail- yes, he hadn't expected it to actually be toddler speak, but that's what it sounded like. Toddlers trying to learn math. And not liking it. "Ahhh, that makes more sense. Wait- no, it doesn't make much sense, but you're mentally unique, in a very very big way, so I guess that makes sense." He snorted in amusement. He didn't think ANYONE would say something like that, especially to him, but she was special.

He shook his head and pinched the bridge of his nose at her words. "I'm not TRYING to listen to your loud thoughts, they're just SO LOUD that they're HARD TO IGNORE." He huffed at the same time, looking offended.

"Well you haven't had children and the world hasn't ended so he MUST'VE helped SOMETHING." Leo rolled his eyes.

"I do NOT get hurt MORE than you do. I just- get substantially MORE hurt than you do." He replied, making a face. Hence the third degree burns and whatnot.

"That's.. good? I would sure hope so." He scoffed, letting his head flop back slightly as he stared at the ceiling and thought of what to do. He wagered a night of sleep before he could actually walk, and once he could walk, he was outta here. Or maybe a better plan was to sleep here for a week, then, substantially more healed, they could both fly outta here in their dragon forms and find Libodon.

December 10, 2024 06:40 PM

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(Ohhmigod yes we have xD I've been thinking about that for a while now, and have decided that welp, they SHOULD be dead buuuuut...✨plot armor✨we kinda need them alive xD)

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"You're welcome. And if you ever see me in crocs, it DEFINITELY ain't me, so kill on sight," Glory said with a snort. Crocs were just mosquito bait, leaving all those holes like that. Blegh. The ONLY upside to crocs was that they were actually feet-shaped and didn't cram your poor toes together.

"I give credit where credit is due," She said honestly. Which, with Glory, was almost never, so receiving praise from her was quite the rarity.

"Oh darn," Glory said, rolling her eyes and acting like she was gonna get up, until his second sentence. Which, upon hearing, she sank back down, turning sideways to lay her legs across his lap and rest her head against his chest. "I guess that's a good reason to stay," She murmured. Which, joking aside, Glory had to admit really WAS a good reason. Dammit.

Glory acted like she was considering his words, though was really trying to focus on keeping her face composed, which was kind of hard for whatever reason. "Mm, I guess I am.... Can't we take turns being idiot-like? It's so tiring being cunning all the time," She whined, pouting a little.

"Oh very happy. Happy as a goddamn clam," Glory said, grinning. Because as we all know, clams are just happy little fuckers.

She snorted at his next words, grinning as she said, "And you're visually appealing, so yes it does make sense." It made sense whether or not Glory was mentally unique.

"Well you'll just have to file a NOISE COMPLAINT otherwise I REFUSE to shut my brain up," Glory huffed. Like that'd even work. The cop would have to be a mind reader, and since chances were they WEREN'T, they'd just say huh, sounds alright to me, adios!

"And the FUCK does that mean? Without a therapist, I'd've gotten laid and blown up the fucking planet?" Glory huffed. Absolutely not to the first part... most likely to the second.

"That's true, sure. Maybe you ought to consider that wonderful self-control you told me about and stop getting hurt so bad," She said with a snicker.

She chuckled and said, "Well yeah, hope so." But hope was a tricky thing. Kinda pointless yet somehow necessary.

December 10, 2024 08:53 PM

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(I mean, in a long time, if we needed drama, we could have one of them die and be sent back as a guardian angel or somethin' xD

I literally CANNOT wait to write the post I want to - the big dramatic event I'm talking about- and it is KILLING me to refrain. It's just not the right time, though -le sob-

BY THE WAY, should we play out this scene then time skip to, like, a week from now? When they're somewhat remotely alive and well enough to walk, at least?)

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"Affirmitive." He said solemnly. "The imposter will die." On the other hand, if anyone saw Leo in crocs, apart from her, THEY would die. He didn't need that on his permanent record. He could only imagine the shit he would get from Simara if a student told her he was sauntering around in crocs. 'How dare you show yourself in such a lax and unrespected manner you great walloping manatee!' That actually sounded like something he'd say, but that was beside the point.

"Credit must be due a lot with me." He grinned, looking all too pleased. He had to admit, he was amazing. Or, at least... he tried to convince himself of that. The more he thought of it, honestly, the more he remembered how not amazing he was. He had failed people, let them die, hurt innocent people, showed no mercy even when he should've. He had let people down, lied to people, not kept his promises. He had killed out of cold blood and had done terrible things. Yet she spoke like he was a good person. It wouldn't have made sense, except for the fact that his past was hidden with the expertise of a serial killer hiding evidence. His past had been burned to the ground, but the ashes remained. He could only fret about what would happen if those ashes were reassembled.

He snickered quietly as she pretended to almost get up, and immediately stopped at his second sentence, sitting back down. A smile flitted onto his lips as she rested her head on his chest and spoke. "It is a good reason to stay." He agreed quietly, breathing in slowly and enjoying the smell of fresh air. Honestly, after CC, he would always appreciate fresh air more than usual.

"I see your point. I guess we can take turns. I'm making a sacrifice for you here, Glory." He made the decision with a sigh. Oh how hard it was to share the burden of being cunning, something he usually didn't have to worry about.

"I see." He chuckled at her wide grin, looking amused. Hell, she could do anything, and if she was enjoying it, he'd play right along. Probably not the safest thing, but pfft.

"I'm visually appealing to you, which makes you unique." He wrinkled his nose with a snort. "Even then, I'm still skeptical on whether you're joking or not." He eyed her for a moment, attempting to decipher whether or not she WAS joking.

"I guess I'll have to suffer." He groaned dramatically. Technically, he couldn't hear her thoughts unless he tried, so he'd just have to not try.

"Possibly. Especially the latter." He agreed amicably, smiling. "I'm just trying to say that the therapist may not have been COMPLETELY useless. Obviously, just smacking someone would be better, but that's beside the point." He clarified.

"It's not my fault that I got hurt! This time!" He complained, giving her a pouty look. "They would've stabbed me and tried to blow me up whatever I did." It totally wasn't his fault. And he probably couldn't have prevented it. Well, he could've prevented the torture by just telling them, but the Corrupted most likely would've killed both of them anyway.

December 10, 2024 09:40 PM