I tried to sell my soul last night
Funny, he wouldn't even take a bite
“You wanna talk about fucking rude,” he growls, not quite under his breath, as he squints into the trees, trying to figure out what kind of goddamned idiot is spraying beams of light into highly flammable trees. Scowling, he finally manages to find a vague figure not too far from him, her clearly feminine voice irritated as she continues. The fucking gall. “You wanna make me feel better, you can shove that fucking light where the sun don’t shine.”
Honestly, considering the way that shit had singed it’s way right through everything, one would think he might keep his mouth shut for once. Of course, one would be very wrong. Not like she could do any fucking worse to him than he’d already had done once or twice.
As his vision clears, he finds himself glaring at a pale and prim visage. Clearly someone who would want absolutely nothing to do with an ass like him, under normal circumstances. Not that that had ever stopped him, of course.
He snorts derisively at her annoyed comment, decidedly unimpressed with that kind of piss-poor excuse. Not that she needed to give excuses, least of all to him. But hey, she’s the one who’d offered. “That’s bullshit,” he says after a moment, a faint bite to his voice as he leans almost idly against a tree. “And if you’ve lived more than a century, you fucking know it.”
For all his faults, one could never say he isn’t an honest asshole at least.
@[Agetta]