05-27-2021, 01:18 PM
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Ximen’s attention flicked to his niblings as they approached. He would’ve thought the smell of blood and paint mixed together would put off most people, but he wasn’t complaining. Least he could say his sister’s kids liked him.
“Depends on whether Ares wants to use the paint or eat the food.” He quirked up a brow. “Cutting out organs, especially a heart, is hard work.”
He stifled a yawn—not very successfully.
“He eats his lunch while the paint dries,” he said, looking at Lucinder. He nodded his head to a stack of bandanas and chains. “Then accessorizing. Punk shit matches the bone knives the best.”
“Depends on whether Ares wants to use the paint or eat the food.” He quirked up a brow. “Cutting out organs, especially a heart, is hard work.”
He stifled a yawn—not very successfully.
“He eats his lunch while the paint dries,” he said, looking at Lucinder. He nodded his head to a stack of bandanas and chains. “Then accessorizing. Punk shit matches the bone knives the best.”