“You’re out of your bloody mind.”
Yeah, well, that’s a fair accusation, given his history and reputation. Still, he got no time for this.
“Look, darling,” he brisked. “That is an SS class ghoul, alright? In the middle of a fucking playground. In fucking daylight, with bloody children running around, oblivious.”
He let the implications sink in, while cracking his fist and reaching for his chalk. “Now you can stand here being pretty and wait for reinforcement–”
“Oh, shut the fuck up,” she snap, cutting him off as she cock her enchanted riffle. “We’re in this shit together, and that crazy plan of yours work better if I take part.”
And oh, he can’t help but to grin at her, taking in her fiery red hair and fierce determination. “That ghoul will never see us coming.”
Spoiler: it does.
À la mort,
Prompt: All Time Low’s Time Bomb.
“From the get-go I know this was hard to hold.”