If she wanted to put her boot against his face, he'd have to remind her just where- and whose -face his boot had just been on. Still, there was a reason he planted himself up against that barrel, and it was to incite that feeling perfectly. Reaction was an entirely different key, however. With a casual shrug, he'd cross his arms before looking up to blow his smoke her way; not on purpose, ironically.Â
"Fine."Â
That was all. Fine.
"Fine."Â
That was all. Fine.
Jager Si'kaie
But it costs me nothing to kill you~
