He motioned for her to follow him as he led her down the road. He cleaned the blood off his hatchets using his pants as he walked.
"What outfit are you with?"
He was trying to make small talk. He was awful at small talk. He assumed someone sent her. Too underdressed for BSAA, not well trained-
H.U.N.K
decision, wrinkling her nose at the air. )
. . . eugh. yeah. guess it’d make this infinitely more tolerable.
