Another muffled groan. His thrashing intensified. Lightning Dust took her saddlebags and produced a pair of shears. “So, I borrowed those from the gardener,” she said. “He said that they’re kinda dull, but it doesn’t matter.” She placed the shears in a strategic position, making him sweat.
I instinctively winced after reading that line. That guy deserved it though.
I almost choked on my drink when I read the author's note on this chapter. As far as I'm concerned, it's my headcanon.
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Yeah, though it's not exactly about the head
I instinctively winced after reading that line. That guy deserved it though.
Utulivu? Who was that again? My ability to remember names is below zero