here, gimme.
[ he extends a hand, and with the other, he summons a little cuticle pusher tool. ]
i'd be happy to give you the full treatment, but i'd hate to ruin the design you got already...
But of course! I’m planning on another attack to that village I destroyed. A few survivors think they can rebuild and warn the Princess. They will regret my mercy…
[He smiles, reaching a hand up to touch the back of Ganondorf’s own. He leans in, shutting his eyes.]
⠀Good . I have no reason to doubt your words .
《His hand takes delicate hold of Ghirahim's pale hair oh so possessively .》
⠀Now , be good and make some Hylians suffer , yes .ᐣ I yearn to hear their screams once more .
I did not know he was your-
[Interrupted by his Master’s words, he visibly flinched. Oh yes, it stung greatly. Shame and embarrassment wash over him, burning his cheeks a dark grey as his ear pinned down.]
It will not. I swear it, my lord. I would do nothing to shame you.
⠀Oh , but I can only stay mad at such a gorgeous thing for so long . .
⠀Be better for me . This best not happen again . ✨️
《A low chuckle , the king's thumb gently brushing across Ghirahim's lips before pulling away . Oh , he was terrible .》
⠀And I assure you his comments will be dealt with accordingly .
《A finger presses up at the bottom of Ghirahim's chin , tapping it in almost teasing manner .》
⠀But / you / would be wise to be the 'better person' , yes .ᐣ