"So, you're planning on betraying us? I would assume no because you just told me, but I can't read that fucking face of yours… it pisses me off so goddamn much that I have to watch the actions of a fucking child,"
My eyes opened ever so slightly as I raised my hands into the air.
"Don't hurt me. I'm just a child," I chuckled, and as the woman held back the urge to rip my entire face off, I entered my room and sat on the edge of my bed, looking at Petra, who slept peacefully parallel to where I rested.
"*sigh*... We'll discuss this more in the morning. Now, stop trying to piss me off and go to sleep. I'm sure you'll be seeing somebody familiar early in the morning,"
"No need to tell me… but I'll be visiting him before he can visit me. I want to make sure what I heard earlier is true…. The descendent of Jormungandr, huh? I'll see about that,"
…
"Hello, the descendant of Jormungandr. Have you been doing well?" I questioned the boy as I appeared in his bathroom mirror.
