[ well, now that's something that managed to make him so fucking sick to his stomach he can almost puke his entire dinner right here, right now. that laugh of hers— the smile, calling it 'funny', everything is just awful. despite that all, denji barely offered her a reaction; nothing more than finally turning his head so he could stare her down. he could feel something simmering from within, warming him on this cold night. behind all the disgust, there is resentment.
well, that's new.
but, fine. she wants a deal. let's get this over with. ]
no subject
well, that's new.
but, fine. she wants a deal. let's get this over with. ]
What's your one condition?