"Shut up, wench!" Even with months of practicing acting like a civil person, Nanami's constant complaining had worn Albel down until he finally snapped.
"You want a bath, you want a haircut, you want a nice meal and probably some make-up, some new clothes," he sneered. "You know what I want? I would like two functioning arms. But we can not always get what we want, can we?"
The heavy metal gauntlet hung limp at his side, the joints stiff and rusted after years of disuse. It was simply weight strapped to what was actually left of his flesh.
"So get it together, and keep walking!" He stalked on ahead, not caring to hear her response or whatever reaction the pony might have. He'd fight as best he could for them, he'd protect them while they were togeher, but he did not have to be friendly.
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"You want a bath, you want a haircut, you want a nice meal and probably some make-up, some new clothes," he sneered. "You know what I want? I would like two functioning arms. But we can not always get what we want, can we?"
The heavy metal gauntlet hung limp at his side, the joints stiff and rusted after years of disuse. It was simply weight strapped to what was actually left of his flesh.
"So get it together, and keep walking!" He stalked on ahead, not caring to hear her response or whatever reaction the pony might have. He'd fight as best he could for them, he'd protect them while they were togeher, but he did not have to be friendly.