shred.

  「 ⚔ 」—

                          Shrugs.

                         ” Not every day.                            …Okay, most days. “ 

             "...mhmm, alright. you keep on doin' that."

             even more judging stare. because, like--              sly destroys shit, but at least he does it for              a reason. not really but let him pretend ok.

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                  `what did i do to deserve being called names… ?`

"aw, don't complain, i'm just feelin' awful nice today. yer' lucky i ain't tryin' t'sell yer' ass to the gangsters again today. it's good money, y'know--"

”..Stalking? Ah! I am not stalking you, master! I am just following you! That is how it works, right?”

"stalking. that thing you just described is called stalking."

  「 ⚔ 」—

                          Stares really hard back.

                           ” Ugh. ”

                         Sighs and places both hands on the wall.                          What is this shit— drywall?

                                                 Alchemy noises!

                       “ There. Now we don’t. ” Amazing.

             okay, come on, you can't blame him for trying to save money, alright?

             "do you normally destroy shit fer' no reason and              fix it later before anyone can jump down yer' shit?"

"Ah! That would be because I heard your voice, master! Is that a bad thing?"

"there's only so many times y'can tell me that before it gets stale as fuck, gas mask. find another excuse or quit stalkin' me."

  「 ⚔ 」—

                    Ceases making stupid laser noises while jamming                     his blade-hand into the wall.

                    “Uh…nothin’.”

              casually stares very hard at the blond.

              "...right." pause. "--we, uh. we aren't               gonna have t'pay for that, right?"

"well, pardon me, but i thought i saw somethin’ through that window there that i’ve been—uh—searchin' for for quite a while now. so i couldn’t jus’ let the opportunity pass me by, & knocking seemed a little counterproductive, ya know? but if you want me gone, i’m gone.”

he's half-disbelieving, and definitely not amused-- sly  casts  a  harsh  look at the blond,  but  he  isn't kicking  the guy out,  which says enough about  the amount  of  lethargy  he regards  the  younger  with.

"...uh-huh,  lookin'  for  somethin'  in  my  house, alright.  if  i  didn't know any better,  i'd  say  you were some kind a thief or somethin', but i know you  like  t'stick to the damn rules more  than  a school boy with a punishment kink, so you're in the         clear.        for        now,         i        guess."

"i don’t recall the door bein’ locked, sir.”

"don't   act   all   familiar  with   me,   we   ain't friends--  n'  that  means  don't  come  walkin' into my damn house without my permission."