In response to @shes-the-dipity on x.
Ohhhh my! Another damnable fool that simply did n o t know who she was talking to. The fire in her eyes was like that of a candle that d e s p e r a t e l y wanted to be an inferno, but it did nothing but tickle my sides funny! After all, she may have been a fire, but I was about to be the ocean that s w a l l o w e d her up and made sure that every single ounce of her body was submerged with nothing but the thickest embrace of death itself.
After all, that W A S my job! And she just made me v e r y angry.
“Oh no, no, no, no, N O! That won’t do at ALL, my dear! Smile for me, okay!?”
And so, with that crowbar kept tight in my white-knuckled grasp, I made sure to bludgeon her mouth in once more. This time I had used more force in hopes of her mouth erupting out blood and spewing out teeth, but it didn’t really matter to me w h a t happened. So long as my wrist was singing and some flesh was growing t e n d e r with my love and affection, all would soon be at peace in the world.
“OOPS! MY BAD! DID I JUST DO T H A T AGAIN!? OH, I’M JUST—“
Another swing, this time with no sense of whimsicality or joy. It was a strike right against the side of her head, forcing her body to the right and her face down in the muck where it belonged. I had half a mind to use this as a time to drown her face in the puddle not far by, but I opted against that for now. Instead, I made sure to g r I n d the end of this metallic weapon right against the starting point on the back of her knee, shuddering at every crunch and scrape I heard.
“My! I really SHOULD be more delicate with you, hm!? I can’t present you to all the boys and girls back home if you’re more red than you are black and blue! Care for me to patch that r i g h t up?”
