“Do you ever shut the fuck up?” Tempestas asked, turning to her.
“Talking is fun,”
“So is murdering arrogant shits,” Tempestas exclaimed, pointing its hammer.
She rolled something behind her back, “How very repetitive. The world is neverending with those. If your going to play, it should be with someone perfect,”
“THIS IS NOT A GA-!” Tempestas exclaimed.
“Gay incoming,” she responded, stepping away, into the silence.
excerpt from chapter V
