. . fine, makes things easy. she’s gonna fucking stab him!

❝ and you’re a piece of shit. for no reason! i didn’t even do anything! ❞ groan. ugh. he’s not worth the blade. she * just had it reforged.

❝ actually. i’m usually treated JUST FINE 、thank you. but of course 、hires like you who can’t forge a single relationship with anyone wouldn’t know that. ❞ sheathing the blade 、turning on her heels. waste of time. waste of time!

( violent coughing. ) ugh. . . ( 🌀 )

as expected.

kisses ( 死にたくない . ) .

( standing over a body in the palace. sigh. ) ( snap snap. ) hellooo ~ ?

gagging.

chel.⠀ i do. i believe

. . . . . at least divulge me a detail or two verbally so i can bullsh— eh 、properly do the rest.

oh. this is actually one of my fields of study. i can do this in a couple hours. should i be able to find my own research on the matter.

⠀ i work primarily with skirmishers. their war—machines are just delusions with sillier parameters. in our ranks there are few 、even amongst enhanced humans 、that can use such without illness. ⠀

i sure hope dottore doesn’t come check my report. that would be such a shame. he should totally keep his rat ass outside my lab.

disappointing results? i do suppose to a man like yourself that’s how it appears. yet i do get not but praise from my comrades. will you look over it. it’s only forty eight pages.

reverse psychology ~ ? now now 、it’s nothing to be surprised about 、doctor 、is it? and well . . perhaps so. but you’re the one that’s here so. ( reaching into her uniform 、taking out bundled papers. )

eat crayons. bitch.

aaaaaah.

i miss my boyfriend . .

pained swallow.

⠀ she hears the knocking 、choosing to ignore it for some time. she recognizes the voice. there’s a shuffle coming from her side of the door. ❝ . . . come in 、 lord tartaglia. ❞ holding a black ink pen. ⠀