y’want a napkin for that ?
( smiling , feigned friendliness entwined with a hand holding up a piece of cloth . checker patterned , white and blue . )
trophies , trophies … y'get me so well , that's why I like ya . ( if it can be called that , whatever this is . )
( he's still reserving his future demands , for now . ) ±
from me , so , I grant you this in return .
( he points at his damaged ear , a lopsided smile upon his bruised lips . )
as proof of our bond .
from a ``human`` to … 𝑑oveling ♡ hm 𝀈?
so , what're you up to ? ±
but if I could just mount ‘er on a cross on my wall —— mmh . wouldn't that be just so nice ...
on the table . )
ain't got any lil` freaks in your stash ?
( hybrids , creatures , whatever— though calling them by such a nickname was unnecessary , as usual , he doesn't care . to him , they're livestock . )
if it's someone else's , y`can cut off my other ear , mmh 𝀈?
( brief silence follows , the buzzing of the light fixtures in the room and the air conditioner`s rumbling being the only noise ±
heard until Vainglory spoke once more . )
( he stares , taking in her eagerness to have the bag as acceptance of his terms . )
( the thought alone has him licking his wounded lips , before his gaze trails over to the corpse ±