“I'm a waking hell and the gods grow tired.” S-Class gunslinger of White Eclipse: Reve Volver.

“Hehhh?” He said, eyebrow raise while lifting up a bottle of alcohol to his lips, drinking it on down. “You don’t know me, toots?”

Tossing the empty bottle off to the side, smashing into the wall, he’d crack a smirk. “Yeah, yeah, Amary, toots, whatever you want me to say baby.” He said, looking over her shoulder. “Ya gonna make me some too?”

“Oh alright then!” He said, placing a straw into her cup, sipping some of the coffee out of it with a smirk. “Perfect! It’s a nice mixture you got there!”

“Getting my own coffee of course!” He smiled.

“See, was that so hard?” He said, now sipping from HIS new coffee mug. “Bleh.” He said, pouring some Irish creme into it, ya know. It needed a kick and all. “So how long ya been here?”

“Huh tournament, you must be pretty strong?” He said, sipping the coffee and nodding to her other question. “Uh.. yeah, it makes everything taste better of course!” He said, handing her the Irish creme. “Try it.”

YO HE WILD

6/10

Hol on do a little spin, the rating might go up

YO 🗣️🗣️🗣️ Amary 🗣️🗣️🗣️ make him do a spin !!

🗣🗣🗣 Do a little shake! 🗣🗣🗣

WOAAAHHHH 10/10 WOULD I CLAIM HER

MAYBE??? Flaky ass

Walking into Amary’s room, thinking it was his own the stumbling mage looked up and saw the entity grabbing ahold of Amary. Looking at her, then his drink, then back to her. “Am I 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 drunk?”