he paused then sighed irritated “fine, but you work for me if I do”
"W....What?"
“You’d be my little plaything~”
"HF-"
“you gotta problem with it?”
"I-I-I can't-"
“and why is that? It’s either being my little plaything, or dieing, so you don’t have much of a choice if you wish to live~”
"I-I-"
“aww, tongue tied?” ((Sor I was Christmas shopping with my parents))
(It's oki!)
"...I....I-I won't."
