singular appendage stretched forth , there ——— the devil hunter was offering the bloodied woman a box of tissues.

“ yes. but, i understand her devotion towards her own ladies. although, i feel a lil' envious . . ” 💢

“ you ( * 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒂𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒅 ) every single one of them, quanxi - sama .ᐟ ” a gesture was made to demonstrate the unharmed civilians he watched over. “ they're safe &&. sound. want to take a break ׅׅ𖤠 ”

wait . . . are you gonna be one for me.

:(

i mean . . i wouldn't certainly mind if you y'know. ( slowly scooting closer. seizing &&. confiscating their hands. )

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( blink, blink. the topic was quick to change , for kishibe himself , is quite fond of a conversation with a woman like her. digits slowly intertwining afterwards. ) h'oh ׅׅ𖤠 does it feel rough ׅׅ𖤠

i can &&. will barge into someone's house if so desired.

staring . . incoherently.

immediately regaining his awareness, his gazes was shortly laid upon the aforementioned coffee ——— grasping the warm surface of the mug before eyeing the woman. “ your uh ... y'know —— it's hard. ”

taking a sip of his caffeine, the devil hunter grasped its wallet betwixt their fingers, holding out some cash along with a tip upon the other. “ here's the payment! —— may i have your name, missy ׅׅ𖤠 ”