͏͏ 𝒔͟. ͏͏͏͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏͏━━╋𝐃鬼𝐍𝐓Ξ ͏͏͏͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏͏

ᅠ ᅠ

ᅠ she took the gun, turning it over in her hand as she inspected its weight and balance. 〝 . . . but who am i to refuse such a challenge? 〞 ᅠ

⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀❛ 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𓂃⠀＊ ⺌ 𝘋𝘚𝘖’𝘚 ─┈* 𓉸⏜. ゛ 𝙵𝙸𝙽𝙴͟𝚂𝚃. ⠀ ⠀

⠀⠀ ᵀ𝚑e⠀⠀ 𝕽𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐈͟𝑂͟𝐍͟⠀⠀ 𝒊s⠀⠀ 𝝢𝔒𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ 𝚝o⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀𝐹E𝝠Rׅ

‍ ‍‍ ‍‍ ‍ 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐋𝐋 ‍ ‍‍ ‍‍ ‍o͜͡f ‍ ‍‍ ‍‍ ‍₍ ‍ the ‍‍ ‍‍ ‍₎ ‍ ‍‍ ‍‍ ‍ 𝓱 unt ‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍─‍‍‍─‍‍‍─┈ ‍ ‍‍⟡ ‍ ‍‍𖥔 *ૢ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ * 𝖗elax, ∔ d̲e̲a̲ling with the living is ♯𝘄𝗼𝗿𝘀𝗲 than dealing 𝖜ith / 🅳🅴🅰🆃🅷. ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ the deity's eyes slid over the man's figure, analyzing him before answering. “ you don't seem like the type who would try to be special. ” ⠀⠀

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ 𝐼 know, there's definitely an art of dialoguing with someone. I am good at it. 𝐒elina Kyle. ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀

ᅠ her hand drifts out, fingertips brushing over the muzzles of both guns, tracing their lines, feeling the cool weight of them against her skin. 〝 real beauties… though i’d kill to see what they can do in action. 〞 ᅠ

‍ 𝘈̲ MAN MADE —— A 𝐆𝐎𝐃 ﹏𓊝﹏𓂁﹏ ㅤ