the-muse-auditorium:

     “O’? Es a reason ya want fur th’ visit?” Unfortunately for her, that sort of attitude was practically a common trait amongst those in the Vatican. Even amongst ordinary Priests in the Catholic. But the Paladin would rather be damned than act as though he were as low as the filth that polluted this land. And whether or not this woman was one of the more brutal people in this country or not, she certainly didn’t intimidate him. And he made sure she knew that.

     “An’ wha’ if ah don’ ‘ave one?”

    A single eyebrow twitched repeatedly with irritation. Oh, this guy.

    This fuckin’ guy.

    Even in Roanapur, she wasn’t used to this sort of bullshit. Everyone knew about Revy; Two-Hands, they called her. A loaded pistol waiting for a trigger, a stick of dynamite ready to ignite at a moment’s notice – if even a notice at all. There were the few that fucked with her, but usually with physical strength – not mere holier-than-thou heh attitude and talk bigger than his accent.

    “Don’t have none, huh? In that case, you’d better go bother some other busy guy. Dutch hates when I make a mess on the carpet.”

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