Nobody

I had nothing. No money, no home, no loved ones, not a single thing. It was almost impressive. All I ever had was my life, and soon I’d lose that as well. Zero. That was my name. How stupid. affiliated with lisheol.

[demon-serin]

[adeios]

That’s when I made my choice: I decided to kill my sisters and then destroy the flower. I figured I started this whole mess, ya know? 

I might as well finish it.

[adeios]

My city now.

[adeios]

what's cooking good looking ;)

[corpseshelled]

Likewise, the short time they’ve spent together gave Ludger a very defined impression of this brash woman, and not a very good one at that. How could he see the other side of that when the first thing she did was force him to pay for what she wanted to steal? But that’s not to say that Ludger might not tolerate her presence the longer they stayed together. He has the uncanny ability to understand another person, after all.

"Lesser evil…?" Ludger repeated out loud, an eyebrow raised as he wondered what that might have meant. Well, it was obvious wasn’t it? She’d done far worse things than attempting to steal bakery products and then forcing a complete stranger to pay for them. But how much worse was her other ‘evils’, was the question. Ludger thought it over, mulling over what could she had possibly done that was worse. Arson? Theft? Break-ins?

Murder…? No way, right? But then again… everyone had that in them when it comes to it, even if they didn’t know nor readily admit the capacity to take a life.

This train of thought briefly took him back to when he started destroying fractured dimensions. To many from his dimension, the prime dimension, fractured dimensions were fakes. Mere imitations that threatened the very existence of mankind. But then the people in those dimensions? Were their feelings, thoughts and humanity, all fake as well? No. Elle is living proof of that. Ludger was not just destroying worlds at the time. He was destroying lives and entire worlds, too. He too, had done such ‘evils’.

And as if on cue, the woman eerily listed off her so called skills. Ludger bit the inside of his cheek as she said each word, his expression darkening. "Hey, don’t joke about that stuff," he replies almost quietly, uncomfortable with the way she was so casual about it. "People can still stand up from all that dirt and grime if they choose to. There’s always that option. They don’t have to crawl down there forever." The way she said it made Ludger think she was talking about herself. He could only guess at her past, but at least he gave some indirect advice. Even though she might turn that down.

Emerald gaze now stayed on her face, a hand making its way to where she had ruffled his sleeve earlier on. "Zero, huh." He furrows his brows slightly at her comment, but Ludger immediately brushes it off. "Ludger. Mr. Uptight’s name is Ludger Will Kresnik, Ms. Brash and Beautiful." Not his best comeback, but hey at least his hand was out for a shake despite everything she had done so far.

"Now seriously, what are you good at? If you want to eat without resorting to stealing or framing innocent strangers like me, then you’ll have to find yourself a proper job."

[adeios]

It's already worth to praise both have handled a somewhat decent conversation afterwards, ignoring the events previously engaged -- maybe she was finally showing how simple is to pretend to act according to the laws of normalcy some moron established a fuckton years before them.

Though she would have no qualms on ever bringing his dick into a conversation in a later future.

"Your name is a mouthful like you." An instance granted in which she dared to admire the friendly gesture before her. She knew for a fact he was extremely good and uptight, irritable at most but she can at least have the pleasure of being that tiny bit bad of influence everyone requires. Definitively someone who contrasted greatly with a woman who gladly labeled herself as the scum of the earth.

"I'm not kidding, those are my true skills." Someone who at certain point in her life couldn't blink an eye after a massacre, whose heart had grown so detached that she couldn't truly understand the value of being alive. Even now, it was impossible for her to tell apart. Everything once cherished, gone. Queries bringing constant torment to a juvenile heart until they vanished as many emotions did, a void space left as a remembrance of hope.

"I know, these ain't jack shit." Cynic nor sardonic, a smile settles in her factions when taking his hand into hers'."All I have is this wasted body."

"...Many people will often gamble with their very lives." Regardless the consequences, a tragic reality impossible to oppose and she was willing to commit actions far worse than necessary. A woman similar to her cannot sought for redemption or expect change, declining any instance that could offer a better insight. Nothing can excuse nor ever justify the gruesome deeds committed by of the intoner while alive.

Blood tainted the hand that hold Ludger's, as if both could ever stand in equal terms. Someone whose kindness can be almost palpable had nothing to do with the apathy in heels. She can bear with the hate of others', symbolize every wrong, anger fueling this empty motivation -- the world's burden shall be her own but if he can reduce the individual named Zero to a mere handful of bad traits, that alone eased this troublesome weight.

"...It's amazing. I can't compare. I just kill for the sake of killing. Hundreds, thousands... There's nothing... honorable... about it." A reason to change seemed pointless at this rate, eagerly awaiting for the promised day where her journey will come to an end -- a laugh was absent to deepen mockery. "My gamble is different but I plan to win, so I hope you can show me enough before it's over. "

[adeios]

what's cooking good looking ;)

[corpseshelled]

Flattery won’t get her anywhere anymore, especially after that. Unlike his back and forth flirting with Muzet, which was harmless and more playful in nature, the brashness this woman displayed was simply too overwhelming for Ludger to handle. And they only met just mere minutes ago! Any more time spent with this one and he might just find himself running and screaming just to get away from her. He’d better end his business with her soon, whatever it was.

He can handle someone like Muzet, since she can actually be pleasant at times. But this woman? He’s going to need a whole different kind of handling if he ever hoped to come out of this encounter alive.

His hand makes its way to his head, painfully. A resounding smack is heard as Ludger buried his forehead deep into the palm of his hand, flustered yet again by her unfiltered comment about treating his genitals, whatever the hell that meant. "I’d really appreciate it if you stopped paying attention to my privates. In fact, please stop mentioning it from this point on." It was a humble delivery, if a little frustrating to request. But Ludger had a feeling that she wouldn’t relent with such brutal teasing, especially not after he had exposed himself this weakness wide open for her to exploit. Ludger grumbled, realizing his mistake. "Just stop, alright?"

Oh, like hell she would. Maybe addressing the other matter at hand might help distract that head of hers away from what was between his legs? …Out of context, that last sentence might be a little too risque—

"You can start by looking for a job," Ludger began, before giving himself a brief pause. "…and not attempting to steal bread and trying to threaten others into buying it for you." What job would even suit a woman like her anyway? "You don’t need to pay me anything, I’ll make that clear now. Saving you the trouble of being handled by the authorities should be payment enough." That, and sparing what would have been a messy murder. Hell if anything, she owed him one but for now… Ludger will let that slide.

Ignoring her comment about a stick being up his ass, Ludger cleared his throat, and continued to speak. “What are you good at? Skills? Anything at all that you could use to get a job?” That should help them narrow it down, hopefully. The sooner he is rid of her, the sooner he could attend his job and do what he does best: cooking. Crossing his arms, Ludger asks her one more thing. "And what’s your name?"

[adeios]

In the minimal time they have shared together, both were definitively not good at standing each other's presences. He may be as well the epitome of all she dreads in a person, standards she is unable to fulfill. False pretense of a good will and rightfulness, preaching what is impossible to attain.

"It's just a dick but fine. Whatever." What else would follow? Him trying to wash her mouth or making her drink from a puddle of mud for having a 'filthy mouth'? Akin to what a mother does -- to what her mother would have done. Discipline is enforced in the most demeaning methods anyway. The intoner can admit it as common, despite she often flaunted of utter control on her emotions, she briefly looked down in an almost pitiful fashion.

"If only you knew what I used to do...This is the lesser evil." Indifference can mask a wider range of emotions, an extremely uncaring behavior she'd use to protect herself from past wounds. She was more than capable to murder them for a mere loaf of bread, something she had done before and would care less on repeating but he would never understand, which was preferred than having his constant complaints. No point on arguing on a matter so idiotic, as she is aware how terrible those deeds were but could never truly feel guilty for pursuing. 

Three fingers raise to indicate the following when lips part, ready to begin an obviously exaggerated presentation of a reduced set of examples. "Slaughter, murder, mass massacres -- Pick your poison, I actually have no fucking skills." There was one out of the ordinary, as a prostitute she had particular knowledges not many possess but that she refused to use. "Sometimes you do a whole lot of awful shit when you start crawling on the floor but I'm not interested..." Bad habits do not die easily, mainly those that are ingrained in your very being. Proceeding to let go his sleeve, the proclaimed Traitor sighed.

"...Call me Zero." It was not truly a name but a title of sorts, all but a label to grant a nobody the satisfaction of having an identity assigned for herself. It is the least that could feel her own, meaningless as it seemed. If anyone were to comment her 'name' as odd, she would lack the heart to deny it. 

"Will the uptight mister tell me his name too?"

[adeios]

[ text ] which one of you assholes put my new jeans down the garbage disposal?!

to: hot potatofrom: zero

quit blaming me over all of ur probllems fucking shit maybe it was ahobo what do u knowww??

[adeios]

[ text ] I just woke up to seventeen texts from you saying all the things you would have done for a french fry.

to: whorefrom: zero

i was hongry but what do u kno i bet u eat those shitty books ur always readiINg

[adeios]

[ text ] I had to physically hold you down to stop you from going out the window naked. You put up quit the struggle.

to: ????from: zero

yeah so let me be free fckin sht a woman needs to njoy hersxlefl

[unmeme]

TFLN meme part 5.

[ text ] These shoes are way too nice for a walk of shame. It’s how I keep myself in line. [ text ] yeah that’s one way to look at it, on the other hand my fucking bed caught on fucking fire [ text ] if it looks like i didn’t change from last night it’s because i didn’t [ text ] I do feel like I owe you an apology for trying to fuck your dad last night but in my defense everyone knows I shouldn’t drink tequila. [ text ] I almost had to get my pinky cut off. Wow I’m so happy we won beer olympics so I didn’t have to. [ text ] There was a punch bowl full of straight vodka. Glass bowl, ladle, vodka, and no punch at all. It was something of a rough night. [ text ] I get drunk and say inappropriate things. You get drunk and sleep with inappropriate people. It’s what we do. [ text ] you realize you insisted on them having a dance off to korean music to determine who takes you home? [ text ] which one of you assholes put my new jeans down the garbage disposal?! [ text ] you wrote “5 million dollars” in the tip line for the pizza delivery man and insisted that he deserves it [ text ] Nothing you say will make me wear cat ears. [ text ] I slept awesome next to you. You’re like an electric blanket that I can have morning sex with. [ text ] I’m far too poor to be letting my hookups wear my shirts home. I’m down to about a total of 3 shirts and have no intention of buying more [ text ] I’m the only one who goes to a bar and leaves with an extra twenty bucks and a pumpkin [ text ] we made out inside of a kiddie slide for about 20 mins. it was the sexiest, most suffocating experience I’ve ever had [ text ] Just checked my missed calls… why did you call me 37 times from 2:14 to 3:58? [ text ] Is having sex before you go on a date the wrong way to do it? [ text ] I just woke up to seventeen texts from you saying all the things you would have done for a french fry. [ text ] I don’t care who you bring, as long as they’re fun and not a cop. [ text ] I tried carrying you from the bathroom to your bed and you begged me to bring the toilet too [ text ] I had to physically hold you down to stop you from going out the window naked. You put up quit the struggle. [ text ] I lost my keys but found four buffalo wings in my pockets [ text ] Just got Netflix. TV Marathon. Still in my PJ’s. Only eaten cookie dough and drinking a 40. I have never reeked so strongly of lonely. [ text ] he found me this morning spread out like jesus sleeping on the living room floor. i had a piece of bread over my eyes to block the light out [ text ] Apparently I confessed my love for him last night. Also, my love for infomercials.  [ text ] fair warning… i’m drinking. in my underwear. on the back porch. [ text ] i wish i could google search “things to eat in my fridge” so i wouldnt have to go downstairs and be disappointed [ text ] I can make a sex schedule on Excel and send it to you guys. [ text ] You wrote me a check. For zero dollars. For my soul. Dick.

[adeios]

what's cooking good looking ;)

[corpseshelled]

"Tsk, look I have no time for your sarcasm," as flattering as they may come across, despite their teasing nature. "Just go take your bread and go home. Look for a job while you’re at it." Honestly, this woman…

Every fiber of his being told him to get some distance between him and this woman in white with the weird flower-like eye patch. He’d honestly love and help her out with whatever she needed(blissfully unaware what Intoners actually need to satisfy their desires), but her earlier actions in the bakery have made him turn away from such an option. He’d rather not get involved in another sketchy scheme, traumatized still by the monstrous debt he was forced to pay back in his home world.

Ah, but such a thing wasn’t about to be made easy for the scion.

Ludger nearly tripped when he heard the words ‘suck’ and ‘his dick’ in one sentence, coupled with the fact that she just grabbed at his sleeve. Yeesh, she’s such a foul-mouthed woman, wasn’t she? Ludger stopped and turned to face her, a look of absolute bewilderment and disbelief contorting on his features. "W-What!? Where the hell did that even come from!?" Was she not convinced that he was already fine with letting her go and forgetting about the whole incident? He has honestly no inclination if she was being serious or not, but one thing was for sure: she was not about to leave him alone regarding this. "And for the record, I refuse! You’re not sucking anything!" He quickly adds, just to clear that up.

Again, Ludger turned to leave the woman in the alley, only to find this attempt as futile as the last when she started following him. He can’t have that! If she followed him all the way to the restaurant, then she’d just cause trouble for him, which could cost him his newly secured job. Frustrated, but realizing that he’ll need to be rid of her before he can go anywhere, Ludger turned to face her once more, fingers massaging his temples.

"Alright, just what is it that you want from me? And give me a serious answer this time, if that’s at all possible for you." She can do that, right?

[adeios]

He was cute but awfully annoying, if she were more of a masochist this would but an endearing act of a mere pouty child she'd adore to smother.

Lovely--....not. Time cannot be wasted on simplistic entertainment, she had business to attend, abhorrent siblings to slaughter and deterring the complete annihilation of this shitty world while murdering hundreds in the process. His flustered expression may be a delight, a wondrous picture she would adore to appreciate until he no longer was capable to fight back his instincts but it wasn't more important than her aforementioned mission. 

"I'd rather treat your dick if you're gonna be this way, I bet it's more welcoming." Whoever put thought on what they said were but pedant fools, Zero often leaning to blurt first thing that came to her mind -- just whatever made others hold back their tongue? Speaking up was not laced with honesty, opening a greater panorama many seemed to ignore. That being said, it was not as if the intoner was extremely versed in the art of speech, reducing her as the owner of a venomous tongue.

Grabbing tighter his sleeve, close to use more strength than required to keep him still, a stern look given to him. "Tell me where I can start, I'll find that job and pay you." Would that be enough to silence his mouth other than by slaying his tongue? A perchance of her pretending a thoughtful input has been placed on his obviously annoying suggestion to calm his nerves down shall do. It was more possible she ignored herself why she was hellbent on staying at his side, accrediting most to boredom and whatnot felt as a wrong but nothing else made sense.

So long as she does not remain still, uselessness won't devour her entrails. The more she awaits, faster the flower will consume her as a whole and unleash havoc.

It's a fact she has to inspect most places to find her damned sisters but she didn't have a single hint to begin. Mikhail's absence worsening her endless search, not only to mention she could acknowledge how at loss she felt without that over-sized lizard.

Details this man was better off not knowing, it was fine if he judged her wrongly, his opinion mattered the less in comparison to the bigger scheme before them.

"And maybe I'll get to see what you can do without that stick up your ass."

[adeios]

what's cooking good looking ;)

[corpseshelled]

Somehow he always manages to attract the strange ones, one way or another, much to his chagrin. Could this be part of the Kresnik clan’s curse as well? Maybe, but Ludger refuses to believe it. Instead of a curse, perhaps this was just some bizarre and unlucky coincidence on his part. Though it’s the type that he will not forget as easily, that he was sure of. This woman probably won’t let him forget about it anyway, after almost making him an accomplice to a crime.

"Cutting my tongue out won’t help things," Ludger sharply replies, taking her threat with a grain of salt, blissfully unaware that this woman could seriously do such a horrid thing. Right now though, Ludger only saw her as this crazy, abrasive woman with a hot— WAIT, no. He was not going to go into that train of thought again.

Ah, but that was better said than done, wasn’t it? She certainly was not about to let him think about other things just yet.

"Cute…?" The scion cocks his head back, somewhat bewildered. Was she coming onto him now? Just what the hell was up with this woman? He’d be flattered by now honestly, if it wasn’t for the fact that he was seeing red flags all over her. Everything about her, no matter how hot or attractive she may seem, just screamed dangerous. Not willing to throw caution into the wind, Ludger kept his defensive stance on the matter. "I get that! And if you’re trying to butter me up after what you did, don’t bother. I’m still pretty upset about that—"

He found himself cut off yet again, this time as she leaned in dangerously close. Ludger took a step back, and with an iron will enough to stave off such a temptation, he refuses her advance again. "I’m… I’m pretty sure I don’t want to! Why do you keep insisting that I’d want to, anyway?"

This woman… she is definitely dangerous. Though, he can fight her off. He can fight her advances off, and just get this whole deal over with. He’s stronger than this. Grunting at her unrelenting insistence that he’d want to touch her more, Ludger pushes himself past her, flustered and heated by the exchange. "Look, just take your bread and go. I’m late for work, so I don’t have time for any of this."

[adeios]

Was she always required to explain the inner workings of her mind every single time? He didn't need to understand, they were of irrelevance if he truly wanted her gone. Index finger is placed upon rosy lips, pensive expression soon take a hold of the intoner's features -- an individual whose impulses were rarely discarded despite its absurdity can rarely reach a proper conclusion on what motivated her to do or say.

A goal in mind often justified every deed but rarely having an in-depth complexity. In contrast to her pleasant smile, she slips back again into the comfortability indifference provides and says, "I only wanted to see more of that face." Honestly, that's as far as she can admit for a lack of better explanation and would care less whether she continued to invade his personal space or not.

Is he for real, though? When she thought it was painfully obvious she could care less about his opinion or emotions on the matter. Annoyance reduced to an idle stare, crimson turning into another direction for a second.

"Oh, poor baby! I am so sorry! I care so much about your feelings, I needed to make up to you urgently no matter how!" If only it was possible to sound more detached -- She was willing to pull his cheeks but a bat of eyelashes and a shrug of shoulders to connote disinterest would suffice for now. Nonetheless, she is

"Please, let me suck your dick because CLEARLY that's the only way I can fucking get you to forgive me considering I CARE SO GODDAMN MUCH!" And she would proceed to grab him by the sleeve.

"And like hell you're leaving me like this!" Without prior notice, she begins following his tracks. This will present itself as an entertaining day at most if she pursues him until boredom defeats the purpose. She might as well pay off her debt someway, worrying this might reach the ears of her husband and subsequently making her feel more responsible.

[fatamoirai-blog]

ZERO ONE | 此崎宇雪 [pixiv] 

[adeios]

what's cooking good looking ;)

[corpseshelled]

"Death wish? That man was about to call the authorities on us! I’d rather not be in jail after just securing a job!"

Very rarely did Ludger ever blow up on someone like this, but somehow this woman seemed to have pushed a lot of his buttons in such a short amount of time. That was quite a feat, since neither Elle nor Ludger’s various enemies could ever get a rise out of him. Julius, perhaps but that was par the course for having an older brother. Still, the scion seemed to have realized he had raised his voice a little too much, and worked himself down, breathing in and out slowly in an attempt to calm himself.

Ludger clicked his tongue, dissatisfied with the woman’s nonchalant answer and uncaring atmosphere. "If you were hungry you could have just paid for those things normally." the scion replies, tone dipping in frustration. Just what was the deal with this woman anyway? She obviously planned to steal those pieces of bread. She wouldn’t have used Ludger as her fake husband otherwise. So she was a thief? But what kind of thief would steal in broad daylight?

And what was up with that threat to kill him and the bakery owner?

In his idle pondering, the next couple of words came as a surprise, and rather accusatory. Predictably, Ludger went on the defensive. "F-Feeling you up!? I was doing no such thing!" It was the truth. Ludger did touch the woman, but his intent at the time was certainly not of any perverse nature. Though, now that she mentioned it, Ludger’s eyes were suddenly drawn to her body. Her outfit was rather revealing in certain places, but two things caught Ludger’s attention that seemed odd to him: one, that flower where her eye should be. A unique eye patch? And two: that arm of hers… was it a gauntlet?

Well regardless of those, she was easy on the eyes, he had to admit— WAIT, no! He must not be distracted! The scion pries his eyes away from her, shaking his head a bit. He was about to retaliate and deny more of her accusing words, only to be stopped dead by what seemed to be an offer to touch her more. His cheeks flushed ever so slightly. 

"Huh…? W-What? No! What do you take me for, a pervert!?" Ludger vehemently denies her odd offer. Most men would probably have accepted, but Ludger’s will was much stronger than that. "Man… what the hell is up with you? First you drag me into your scheme and force me to pay for your bread and now this?"

Speaking of which. "…Here, take it," Ludger offered, as he handed her the paper bag which held what was hers. Legally obtained, this time. "You were hungry, right?"

[adeios]

Why is he so overly dramatic? Complaint after complaint, none comprehensible to the intoner whatsoever. For her, everything fell logically and while aware her way to rationalize was far beyond absurd and immoral -- did he truly have to point out the obvious? Despite having a reason to explain her demeanor, it wasn't justifiable and wouldn't tell him a sob story to be pitied. She couldn't exactly differ the problem, anyhow.

Even now, she had her doubts and could only be resigned with an overly 'fuck you' attitude regarding life and everything else.

"You're okay, shut up already. I'm going to cut your tongue if you keep going." In her opinion, her comment had been nothing but an innocent remark. A tad exaggerated but nonetheless holding minimal ill will. Monotone factions present a change, a smile of utter delight shamefully denoting satisfaction in his response. It's hilarious to see someone so stupidly innocent, feigning ignorance to their libido or any physical necessity lingering close to a dangerous territory.

Perversion isn't a requirement when lust is capable to control your judgement.

Holding the bag of bread with the metallic limb she had for an arm, opting for leaning closer but having to show a hint of emotion yet. She cares the least about his factions and her visage is limited but she desires to inspect him better, the one-eyed songstress. "Cute." Spoken in a mockingly tone out of endearment, hand threatening to hold his chin but retracted before fully completing the action. Nothing wrong about teasing him a little bit, correct? If only to keep admiring his flustered expression for self-pleasure. Whether he did succumbed or not, such was irrelevant to the intoner.

"You're not bad, I'll give you that." And if he was less uptight -- well, no need to explain further what else she would do but that wasn't among her priorities and she already came this far not murdering every single person near her sight. "So what, you're gonna make me pay you instead later? For starters, I don't have a job. Or money." If it wasn't obvious already. She refused taking Gaius' money, finding abhorrent to depend on her husband fully and opted to vaguely survive through her own means. Akin to this moment, minus the scandal.

"Are you sure you don't wanna...--" She would again get dangerously close, expecting for his answer. If he takes this seriously she'll really laugh on his face.

[adeios]

what's cooking good looking ;)

[corpseshelled]

Things will only go downhill from here, wouldn’t it? Why does this sort of thing always happen to him on days where he thinks that nothing could ever go wrong? Now the scion was having a weird sense of deja vu from the train incident a while back with Elle. At least this time, there were no terrorists involved, right? Just some weird girl who’s trying to rope him into being her ‘husband’. Though, unknown to Ludger, he was involved with someone much, much worse than anyone Exodus could ever produce. He’d be wishing he was fighting terrorists after this.

Her act was sketchy at best, and it showed on the bakery owner’s face. Ludger could only manage a muffled noise of surprise when she brought him closer to him, and an even louder muffled noise when she claimed that she was her husband. With the bread still stuffed in his mouth, Ludger couldn’t form the words to deny her claim, although that was probably for the best.

He caught her glance then, the flower in(or on her eye? Ludger didn’t care at the moment) her eye doing nothing to detract the forcefulness in her gaze. Then he read her lips, and the color drained from his face. Was this woman serious? She was seriously going to make him pay for her!? Ludger quickly glances back at the bakery owner, unsure of what action to take, with time not on his side. The owner seemed agitated, and ready to call the authorities on them if they hung around without paying for much longer. He’d rather not cause trouble and be arrested over something like this.

Glancing back at the woman, Ludger huffed disapprovingly through the half-stuffed bread in his mouth, biting the portion in half and swallowing it. Furrowing his brows, Ludger stared back at the woman, before sighing in defeat. He’ll have to go along with her, for now.

"T-That’s right!" Ludger finally says, pulling the woman close to him rather forcibly. "I was going to pay them, just as she says! I’m sorry I ran a little late getting here, right…" Ludger paused, and then turned to face the woman, forcing himself to smile all sweet-like before uttering a nickname usually reserved for couples who are actually in love. "…h-honey?” He’ll need mouthwash after saying that so awkwardly.

Ludger then lets go of her, grabbing his wallet and paying the still-skeptical-as-all-hell bakery owner before grabbing the woman by her wrist. "Well then, see you next time, sir!" He then tugs her along and out the bakery quickly, and into a nearby alley, where they could be alone, and where he could stop, turn around and yell at her for that whole fiasco.

"What the hell was that!?"

[adeios]

The fact he did comply saved countless from a greater catastrophe, as she had no problem on staying true to her word and slay them. Even now, she couldn't bring a proper motive to kill and while used as a child, she never expected to murder again for simplistic food. Bitter memories prevent further violent urges, a docile resignation the shackles that avoided bloodthirsty outbursts momentarily.

Nonetheless, she was not willing to suffer alongside him despite this setting can be accredited to the intoner -- in which instant he thought handling her so roughly would be fitting of a couple? While incapable to complain aloud, Zero limited her actions to subtle glares and at moments, had to resist the temptation to step on him but quietly awaited instead. Her head leaned onto his chest in the time being, trying to pretend this was but a comfortable posture despite it was the entire opposite.

The process was quick and awkward at most, a second sufficed to enjoy of not being in his grip to found herself being dragged outside soon as the chance appeared. Was he trying to get back at her?! Not like she could blame the sly bastard for getting rattled since she dared to involve him when he was but an innocent bystander.

Staying out of reach and view from everyone, Zero acceding to listen his annoying lectures solely to make this a fair trade. Leaving was simple, a fist straight to his stomach can do more than enough but would grant him the chance to lash. Her arms were crossed over her chest, disbelief barely detectable in her features when he begun to yell.

"If you had a death wish, you should've told me first." Because that was definitively the most suitable option in her mind other than dragging a stranger into her mess. Entirely unaffected by his complaints, features remaining unaffected despite the previous act they totally had to pull out of their asses to not get in trouble. Little he did know, Zero's kindness can never stray entirely from cruelty.

"I was hungry, that's all." Did he require an in-depth explanation behind those impulsive actions? They seemed as overly dramatic excuses to explain already obnoxious motives, her gut the only to blame if she were to chose a culprit.

"You were feeling me up all over back there, anyhow. We're even." A pause.

"...Or do you want more?"

[adeios]

what's cooking good looking ;)

[corpseshelled]

How did this even happen to him? Did he make some sort of mistake to warrant such a harsh encounter?

Ludger Will Kresnik was on his way to work, looking forward to helping around the kitchen and cooking up dishes, as well as learning new things from the older, more experienced cooks. Although, that was supposed to be the plan. Little did the scion know that he was about to be involved with a rather foul-mouthed and very abrasive woman…

He took the same route he’d usually take to the restaurant, which was past a bakery just a couple of blocks down. Easy walking distance, really. It seemed like a normal day, at least on first glance. As Ludger walked down the sidewalk, minding his own business as he made his way to work, he notices a woman looking at the bakery’s bread choices. He couldn’t blame her, since they did look really good. Coupled with that pleasant aroma, it would be tempting not to take at least one of those with you.

Or two. Or three, just as she was doing. Normal, right? That is, until Ludger felt bread suddenly shoved into his mouth.

"Bbffrgh!?" There was no way he could form words with this thing in his mouth. Why did this woman suddenly shove the bread in his mouth? More importantly, why did this all seem so dangerous? Ludger was about to remove the obstructing mouth-piece so he could call the woman out on her actions, when all of the sudden, the owner of the bakery yells in his direction.

This looked bad, didn’t it? A bread shoved halfway into his mouth, and the woman responsible holding two more in her hand, seemingly without the intent of paying for them? Ludger frantically shook his head, trying his hardest to dismiss any misconception this man was about to make. He sincerely hoped this woman would do the same…

[adeios]

How fucking amazing. The day she attempts to be a courteous intoner and not slaughter any individual, everything in this world intends to make it happen? No reprimand it might occur over a loaf of bread, merely for being an annoyance altogether and forcing her to act upon bloodthirsty tendencies. She has no qualms on proceeding but is that tempting to draw out her blade?

Like hell she has time to think.

"My bad," she said, shoulders dropping in a mostly uncaring fashion. If only for a brief instance, lips formed into a smile that soon was directed the owner. It was almost missing a shy laugh she prefers to avoid, deserving of a shake of disapproval. Wrapping her arm around the man's to bring him closer, invading personal space to merely pretend this was nothing strange between them. This city was filled to the brim with families, anyhow. It couldn't be as easy to differ who was married with another, nobody could be so attentive to such idiotic details.

"Of course, my husband was going to pay for them." Limiting to a vague explanation, Zero glanced momentarily him and pulled him to demand his attention without making too much of a fuss. Lips parted, hoping he was no idiot that could read soon the following words in them -- 'I'll kill you both,' that; if he does not cooperate.

She is more than willing to feign ignorance and pretend this was but an act accredited to a pair of disgusting love birds and whilst the thought sickened her, would he rather be the reason of a massacre this early in the morning?

[adeios]

what's cooking good looking ;)

Reminiscence of days old are incited because the smell of freshly baked goods, a pleasant aroma attracting Zero to a nearby bakery shop during her morning walks -- for the intoner whose senses were not as sharp and at times were victim of fading, could be strangely reassured on proving them not entirely gone. Irrupting without avail only to bask further on the wondrous scent, the intoner felt more tempted to snatch a loaf of bread.

Robbery was a common tendency during her childhood days and while she would have been more hellbent on murdering the baker since leaving a witness was a terrible idea, instead she would take whatever her stomach thought fitting and leave before being caught.

Swift on her movements, she would pile at most three pieces in her arms and calmly take her leave. Alas, why in the world someone else wanted to be an early bird and appear in the same location as her?

Staring at the stranger, eyebrow raising before quickly adding in the calmest of voices as shoving a part of the bread inside his mouth, "Take this and shut up."

Any complaint would derive to a violent end.

[adeios]

oh god uuuuuh 7???????

7. my character calming yours down

A story of never end. Resentment nurtured over different purposes, sisters bounded not by blood but because of their accursed existences. Given how circumstances have developed, little she could complain in regard the violent ends within every encounter between them.

As per usual, exceptions would not be made in this case. 

And a rather ...amusing visage of her adored sibling would be the reason behind, the youngest seemingly rattled and driven over emotions difficult to detect if appreciated from a different angle. Always composed, the embodiment of serenity and enviable perfection -- in other words, a fucking idiot with a stick driven all the way up her ass.

"Did you finally learn how to not be a goddamned rock? I'm proud, One." Connoting the vast difference among the intoners, she dares to smile. Sardonic, impulsed by the unique delight of knowing the other infuriated.

"Now let's see how long it lasts --"

[singularitate]

[adeios]