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“Ah… yes.. You’re tool… of course I will return it to you.” On that note he soon slapped the other with the trout before slipping it into his shirt, giving a slight pat there as he grinned. “There now your tool is safely on your person. Take care now! I have some fun games I want to play with my child~!”
If he thought he’d get him to agree on his views he could guess again. He had long since grown tired of seeing things in such a way from people.
“Have fun trout-man!” How much can he poke one immortal he wondered.
....He really was mocking him, smacking him with a fish and then sticking it in his shirt like he did. Though, really, all he was getting out of it was a very pissed off elder immortal that was wanting more and more to separate his head from his shoulders.
Which he seemed to decide on doing, his hand going to his sword before drawing it in one sweeping motion in order to slice the demons head clean off, flicking off the sword and then sheathing it again.
“...Hmph. Serves you right for mocking me.”
