[ @freedthedark liked for a starter. ]
The slayer was a little tense, his eyes constantly looked around while they both walked hand in hand, together, along the christmas market. It was a little bit more filled with humans than last year--- and here were his worries. Well, he had nothing to worry, but... He remembered last year and he did not want anyone to walk up to them and steal shit or even worse, to do anything. Like... Well, somehow he didn’t want anyone to flirt with his man. Whyever he thought that right now, however even when he pushed that thought away he was tense. Yet, he felt warmth, doing it again this year. He may not like the crowd, the sweets or the blinking lights--- but the feeling. With Freed.
“Can we get some mullet wine soon?”
