grin with malcom and hank?
grin - "You're so cute when you're all bloody."
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Hank panted, still shivering with energy. He needed to keep going, to keep killing. He looked around. Blood and viscera were splattered all over the walls, painting them a deep red. Bodies twitched lifelessly. Hank sighed, it seemed he'd killed everyone.
Dissapointed, he made his way out of the room. Wish there was more ta- "Oomph!" He stopped dead. Face buried in his chest was a small merc, likely no older than twenty. Didn't know they made em so small.
The merc slowly lifted his head, stiffening when he saw Hank's face, his head cocked to one side. The merc began to stutter- something Hank found strangely endearing. "Uhm, h- hey there big guy!" The merc laughed nervously.
Hank put a paw on the merc's shoulder and leaned in, intrigued by its inaction. The merc squeaked fearfully. "Uh, you- you're kinda cute when you're all bloody!" Hank froze up. The merc trembled fearfully. "Uh, big guy?" Hank leaned in closer, causing the poor merc to whimper. Hank chuckled.
Maybe he could spend his energy doing something. . . different.















