〝 Careful lady , Bombproof ain't too friendly to strangers. 〞
Piece of straw plucked from lips as yellow sclera narrowed in her direction, disdain for the hierarchy of Hell was visible.
〝 'nd I don't appreciate random folks touching mah' stuff. 〞
Gunpowder and smoke polluted the air as the princess walked around. The lower rings of Hell were different as a certain imp had noticed the royal princess making nice with his horse, his tail whips across the dirt as he aimed his pistol to the back of her head .. but stops.
“Though… judging by the fence, I’m guessing you’re smart enough not to wander too far.”
She continued absentmindedly petting the horse, completely unaware that someone else had been watching the interaction from nearby.
now now , s'just the blood of some poor idiot who tried his hand at robbin' my kill. course i had t'wrangle him down so i could squeeze his neck but it's more than likely that yer' smelling the hog guts from lunch.
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well , 𝙮𝙤𝙪’𝙧𝙚 missing out . i say you should take a vacation . perhaps take a bath every once in a while ──── you smell absolutely horrid . 𝗥𝗢𝗔𝗗𝗞𝗜𝗟𝗟 to be specific .
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when yer' the best in the business , things like "relaxation" ain't in the vocab.
besides - - - shit, do i even *have* vaca .. vacay .. whatever the hell you said ?