slowly, one of his hands reaches for a small, black leatherbound notebook at his hip, pulling it loose alongside a small pen and flipping it open to scrawl his response.
‘ kill Soldier Boy. '
he then flips the notebook outward for her to read it.
Eyes narrowed under the obsidian helmet of her own, a hand threatening to reach back for a katana. She never forgot a face (or a mask), especially one in a team with Solider Boy;
“I remember you. Payback, yes? What do you want?”
ᴇ𝑎𝑟𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 .
ʟᴀᴅʏ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ.
he's been shadowing @nevermisses.bsky.social for awhile now, ever since he's been back on his feet, really.
its now that he allows himself to get caught, palms open to show that he holds no weapon and has no intention of reaching for one. he doesn't expect to be trusted, though.
