『ℛ』He watched her sugary persona degrade before his eyes, the transformation intriguing and amusing him. ❝Ah, so you don’t like that,❞ he assessed, his tone off-handed, and he paused to examine the tips of his leather gloves with interest. ❝If you wanted an introduction, little one, all you had to do was ask~.❞
❝’My soul, corrupted by vengeance hath endured torment, to find the end of the journey in my own salvation and your eternal slumber.’ I am called G.❞ There was no reason to tell her his full name; he sincerely doubted they would cross paths again. Perhaps, once in his lifetime, he would have flaunted his name and encouraged her to spread it far and wide, but that idealist had died when his body rotted.
Now he would be a legend, and the best, eon-lasting legends are obscure.
The urge to choke on his suffocating confidence came and passed. Rather than thoroughly spit her distaste for his personality, a single syllable left her in a moment of high-pitched hilarity.
"Ha!" Laugh elongated by an obnoxious breath, her lips would curve evenly into a smile soon after. Hardly little was she, mounted on boots that defied standard heels. The previous annoyance that had fallen into her sighs and returned with each inhale dissolved much like the artificial sugar that took its place.
"'G'? Like gee, I hate my parents for giving me such a bullshit name? Or is that garbage your fault? Maybe it's more like, God, what was I thinking?" Fortunately for him, he was more entertaining than the average civilian, and so she cared not to relinquish her hold of the conversation, even as he did prove pesky every so often.
"Since we're playing the letter game, allow me to correct you! What I am doesn't begin with P or M, not even J or E!" A feigned gasp, for dramatic effect. "It's none other than-- D!" Lashes batted with no sense of malice. "Can you guess, huh? Think you can get it this time? You could really hurt my feelings here, you know!"
