“Mm. I’ve such a crick in my neck, too. What’s a witch got to do around here to get a massage, hm?”

“Oh, would you, dear? I’d be /ever/ so grateful.~”

Squints. She doesn’t know that name.

“Hm? Oh! Of course, darling. You must tell me what I’ve missed.~”

Hn.. She’ll respond to that.

As the mortals say. She has done fucked up, A-Aron.

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Squints at. “The witching hour is when I feed my cat, gunslinger. Nothing else.”

“Tardiness? I didn’t realise I was to summon immediately at your every beck and call.”

❝ o h ?❞

The witch would squint at the man questioningly, arms folding and hip jutting out to the side as she stared him down. ❛ And... How do I know you’ll keep your end of the deal? Seems like quite a steal, after all. What’s the catch? ❜

She’s tired... She needs a lackey. ❝ You. ❞ [@HanamuraHeir]

Grimaces. Just kind of— Yanks his hat down over his eyes.

❝Ahem.❞

❝Ack— What the?❞ The Witch would catch the paper ball in her hands as it bounced off the side of her head, glaring at the other.

❝Tch—❞ The witch would give a small scowl. ❝I don’t owe anyone /anything/.❞ Her gaze then focuses solely on the new paper ball and in an instant, it catches on fire. S m i r k s.

Scoffs. ❝You think I take orders from you, Soldier? I hardly think not.❞

Anyways, Mercy's tiddies. RT if you agree

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