(oh. "a perfectly good body," says the killer. a corpse. a fresh one, by the sounds of it. hiruma's stomach rolls, and not in horror at the offer. physically reacting to it is making him sicker than a mouthful of blood sounds right now. is he that fucked up?
as much as he'd like to adhere to his devil-may-care schtick, it's too much.)
You're a problematic bastard, aren't you?
Throw it in the water, I've got more discerning tastes than just accepting any corpse rolled in my direction. I like to handpick. What'd s/he do to you, anyway? Insult your gimp mask?
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as much as he'd like to adhere to his devil-may-care schtick, it's too much.)
You're a problematic bastard, aren't you?
Throw it in the water, I've got more discerning tastes than just accepting any corpse rolled in my direction. I like to handpick. What'd s/he do to you, anyway? Insult your gimp mask?