「 weibu || demonsextract || akxme || kuroix || glavanivo || serieuxx 」
「✖」▐ ▬ The body appearing meager to their age, small in stature and no distant from having even somewhat an intimidating presence, hums along to the tune of a somewhat upbeat melody. The fabric of their current garb vibrant in constant fluid motion to match the snipers actions, albeit being marred with the gleaming scarlet stains. With hands soiled by the crimson, own humanity be damned, or tarnished even, with the burden of the plenty despair caused by their very existence and the fact they live after all they've induced. With even a small taste of retribution it wouldn't quite add up until the assassins well deserved end. A horrible existence to have their very presence mocked. The smoke from the latter act of devastation spreading to the given boundary, filling up space with an uncomfortable bitterness-- soon to surely attract some passerby's attention. Ah- a mess of questions from some stuttering dolt. The carmine slur surely to bring up a bit of an inquiry as well. With care they might make the entire ordeal disappear entirely.
Except maybe the fact that there was a burning cake, a weapon lying on the floor with frosting all over it, and a sticky mess of strawberry filling everywhere-- including the ceiling. Ah yes, how was the pink clad assassin even avoid getting in some sort of trouble from that. Especially taking the fact that the strawberry filling was all over them as well and the aroma was sure to litter her to no end for weeks. They would never hear the end of it from Leone. What a tragic life it is.
Shuffling to rid of the clutter, well shuffling and sprinting as far from the kitchen as possible, they were only met with an undesirable guest. A very undesirable guest witnessing the mess that the sniper has made. A very tragic life it is.