‘F***, if I catch that red-haired knockoff witch bastard, they’re dead. I’ll beat them east, west, south, and north and turn them into a bowl of red mush.’
[Your Constellation, ‘Reader of Fate,’ cautiously bulk-purchases light sticks while watching the mood.]
‘Oh—are you perhaps that person? Mr. Indiscriminate?’
[…Your Constellation carefully asks what that is.]
What do you mean, what.
‘(In)competent, nothing more to (ex)pect, so just waiting for dis(posal), an old-man crap (star).’
[…]
[Baby, this Oppa is truly wronged. Crying “this world, guilty; myself, innocent” for blocking our love, ‘Reader of Fate’ wipes away the fake tears he just bought.]
‘Stay down and shut it.’
Jioh irritably chewed his toast-for-breakfast substitute.
According to Bambi, the time he’d been asleep was about six days.
Exactly twice as long as the three days Crowley had mentioned.
When the precious Rank 1 from Seoul didn’t wake up after getting pricked by…