called a problem child
cause i got too wild
My laugh pops out a little too bright, nerves fizzing in my chest. ”Yes! Approval granted,” I announce, then wince at myself and add, ”—not that you need my approval or anything.”cause i got too wild
Deimos looks away and I automatically track his gaze. The oversized sleeves of my jacket slip down over my hands as I follow it to the table—and my face softens. A little boy, chunky crayon clutched like a sword, a battlefield of paper spread under his campaign. The one he mentioned on the hunt, then. I lift both swallowed hands and wiggle my fingers in a wave. ”Hi!”
He gets a bright grin in return before Deimos’s question pulls me back. I straighten, trying to stack all five-foot-four of me into something that reads as taller in front of a man built like a fortress. The jacket shifts, heavy at my shoulders; I tuck one sleeve back to show an actual hand.
”I’m here to accept your invitation to join the Monster Hunters’ Guild,” I tell him, a thread of excitement pulling through the words. ”Officially. Paperwork, oaths, grueling trials, terrifying hazing rituals—whatever you’ve got. I’m ready.” Really, I’ve got no idea what it takes to join.
but now that's how i'm getting paid
Theea
