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“I said...” Antonio wrapped his hair tendrils around the small doll being’s waist, hoisting up the man to meet head-to-head with the rotten smile, his gaze slightly hidden but noticeable to reach within it’s depths of Naib’s eyes. “You’re rather small for a mercenary. I have never seen someone, like you, be so frail as well. Then again, that is what most survivors are, aren’t they?”
“I’ve watched you, little Mercenary. I must say I’m intrigued of your hopeless courage to help others, but it’s not enough.” The violinist’s hair coils let loose of Naib, dropping the man to the ground as the other scoffed at the sight of a pathetic being they so consider themselves as a rescuer. Though to one’s surprise, Antonio liked observing the ones who consider themselves as such. Perhaps the hunter wished to tease and bully, and nothing more. At least out of matches, that is.

















