The blond could feel a lingering presence behind him. Assuming it would go away, he continued doing things in his normal fashion; yet it didn’t. Irked by this he turned he his head cautiously, eyebrows curved nervously.
“Do you… need something? Hmm?”
Without warning, the shell of the armored puppet flew off and a shade of bright red popped out from underneath. Lifeless hues glared over the head of Hiruko as pale digits began to pull his cloaked form out from his creation.
“Perhaps you’re forgetting about whose stronger here?” With that, the scorpion-like tail flew through the kitchen and escaped into the other room as the sound of reserved explosives boomed and rubble flew through the passageway. “Now make me a sandwich or I’ll turn you into something I can actually make.”
Timid arms covered his face for possible impact. The blond shivered in disgust as the armor flew off of the red head like he was watching a bug shed. His breaths were short from the slight shock the striking loud noise gave him. Regaining his normal stance, the blond buried his face on the counter and whined, “I don’t wanna—” his voice muffled against the marble countertop.
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