"For a purpose, I assume."
It's more of a statement than a question, giving it a moment before he sighs and pushes off the wall, hands falling to his sides as he regards her in expectant silence.
"If you need me for something, then speak. Idle chatter isn't something I particularly enjoy..."
α πhe woman took her time, slowly closing distance between them. she knew well how he ππͺπ¬π¦π₯ this nickname, always used it when they were alone.
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her voice was soft and deep, exclusively nice just for him.
Imperceptible as it were, Blade's tension was quick to reach his eyes when he heard that damned nickname.
If it were anyone but her, he'd answer with his sword...
"....what is it, Kafka...?"
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the delicate voice echoed through the hallway, accompanied by clicking of her heels .
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