‍ ‍𝒞. ‍ ‍ 𝒦𝑒𝑛𝑡 ‍ ‍ᥫ᭡

˛ * 𝐒𝐔𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐍 ˒ ˒ ‘ it’s 𝗻𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 as 𝐁𝐀𝐃 as it * 𝑠𝑒𝑒𝑚𝑠 ⠀͙

That. Doesn't feel truthful but I'll let it slide. What are you working on?

Wonder why you're up so late...

A little jealous how you can be so awake and alert.

⠀your rage , your anger—— it is sacred .

Aren't you chipper.

"Mn.." he hums, considering it carefully. The guy seems innocent enough, genuine. "I'll think about it. No promises. I just, uh... gotta be careful with that sorta thing. Don't need the wrong people tryna make a hero outta me. Seen it before. Don't need to again."

Pause. His eyes go hard, a glare shared, then a thick swallow in his throat. "What's the purpose?"

"People who would otherwise ruin the world we live in, yea," he raises his eyebrows at fhe other, leaning back on the counter with his own bowl of stew.

"Look the other way when I put a bullet in a bad guys head," he jokes, shrugging, sliding the bowl of beef stew toward the man.

Mm, least he could do. Not too bad, truthfully.

. . . Come get some stew.

This man is starved.