“I aim to please. Have you been well? Avoiding any individuals that might lead to you involuntarily being targeted by assassins?”
𝐒𝐍𝐀𝐏! to spawn in a drink for himself. Offering the item to the other. He had manners, after all. You don’t dress like he does without them.
“A splendid idea. You know, assuming we traded numbers amidst our philosophical journey through a bar.”
Which, they did not, so. . .He is vindicated once again.
“I did. People afraid of me exposing the truth of the world. Usual suspects.”
“Is that the only path you believe in? One dictated by the world and those in power to control you?”
Hm. . .She does an excellent job at making him feel bad. Even if not by design.
“If you’d like.”
What followed next was a 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝. 𝐒𝐍𝐀𝐏.
An enigmatic noise that, for him, was one that meant creation once again was his playtoy. And to prove it. Another can held out—
Taking a moment to ponder the question. He drunk the energized can more than he remembered. But, to taste it. . .That was something he rarely stopped for.
“Hm—? I suppose it’s a bold flavor. Not too sweet. Not too light neither. A nice, bold taste. I quite like it.”
𝐍𝐨.𝟏 retweeted
“I dunno who i was or where i was born. But i do know that helping people out feels much nicer than being a bully.”
“Our line of work is often unpredictable. After knowing you were safe, I did need to find out who still had that hit on my head. Wouldn’t have been fair to put you in harms way.”









































