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Welcome
Here I'll post my own music and remixes. If u like, u can share with friends and have a good time, that's the important thing, enjoy!!
My social media are:
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Dollhouse (Chapter 8)
I sat down on the chair with Aunt Maiah. She looked absolutely giddy while I, on the other hand, was nervous. Like seriously, I’ve been with Hanzo long enough to know that he hates me. It has been three days after that day and most of what he’s done is glare at me (and Mccree) and throw in some sort of insult towards humans. I’ve heard him mutter about demons being more superior to humans and that it’s ridiculous and humiliating to have to become one’s servant, especially mine.
And speaking of Mccree, he has immediately started living in the mansion. For now, we were just practicing basic self defence. I was pretty good at it. I remember the first session I had with the hunter.
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“Hey, ya’ ain’t half bad at this..” Mccree drawled as I sat on my bum, exhausted and defeated. I looked up in surprise.
“Are you kidding me?! I keep losing!” I exclaimed.
“Well, yer definitely better than those pampered princesses I’ve met. You’re not too bad,” the hunter smirked, “I’m just good.”
I didn’t know wether to believe him or not, but then he’s quite confident in his skill. I decided to get motivation from his words anyway and grinned, continuing my training with more enthusiasm.
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“My apologies for being late, Mika. Something had delayed my trip,” a familiar voice rang in my ears and I swiftly turned to see… Hanzo? Damn..
He looked human. Black hair that was still pulled up in a ponytail by the same yellow tie, nicely tanned skin, and such deep dark brown eyes. I couldn’t help but stare at them quite a bit.
I have no idea why I liked looking into people’s eyes so much. I’d probably be the first to die to Medusa if she came up. But something about the eyes seem so special to me. I guess I can understand the saying “The eyes are the windows to the soul”.
“Oh, you must be the guy my niece has been seeing!” Auntie Mai chirped. “And what’s your name exactly? Mika never told me.”
“My name is Hanzo Shimada, it is very much pleasured to meet you,” the demon replied. I turned to the side and bit my lip. Oh god oh god oh god….
I turned back and smiled. Hanzo suddenly took my hand and kissed it lightly.
“You are looking as lovely as ever, my love,” he said, looking up at me with those *cough*fake*cough* lovely eyes of his. Honestly, this is both very humorous and awkward for me. Humorous, because it’s an interesting change to see him act so charming rather than his usual brooding self. Awkward, because I’m not used to this affection from a guy.
This is going to be weird
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