#olderredeyedrose

[requiem-of-blades]

And the Brats Keep Lining Up

Squalo gazed across the new intruders, his eyes cold and narrowed from having to deal with this adding to his stress for the day, giving a light scoff of dismissal. Unless someone presented themselves as interesting he would disregard them for the moment, well after asking the obvious question.

"The hell do you want?!"