[Im outside]
[Might take hours]
[Gonna grab u some big mac]
[but if im late Don't wait Just eat]
September 25th, 7 P.M. inside the H.Q.
A day after Arie's abduction.
I found myself sitting on a bench in the Central Hall, reading these messages from Leo which had been sent to me 2 to 3 hours ago, while also eating my canteen ham and cheese sandwich in order to satiate my hunger, as he told me so.
As I was wolfing down this chunk of bread which tasted so freaking nice compared to the food outside, I just had to stare at that Might take hours message from my boyfriend, kept pondering and imagining the scenario which would take him hours - him out of all people.
How many kills?
How much blood would get spilled?
...Or it was just some big ass demons like dragons or something?
I couldn't possibly know.
Couldn't even guess, since I once saw him killing them 15 feet long fire-breathing drakes in a matter of seconds.
