called a problem child
cause i got too wild
I nod, the new weight at my hip a steady reminder of what I asked for. I want the hunts—the real ones—to prove I can do more than swing and hope. I’ve got eyes and a brain and I’ve spent seasons teaching both to pay attention. Usually. Sometimes I get lost in my own head—but when I decide to lock in, I don’t miss much.cause i got too wild
"I’m good for now," I tell him, glancing past to where Erebos is very proud of being a mountain on a chair. "I can explore more on my own when I’m back. I’m in Halo so often I’m starting to wonder if people will just assume I live here." The corner of my mouth tugs; I tilt my head, thinking it through. "Does joining make it… part-time home?"
The thought sits warmer than I expect. I ease a hand over the sword’s grip, then let it fall and push my sleeves up again, useless habit. "Either way, I’ll get out of your hair. I’ll drop my pack in the room, skim the bounties, try not to touch anything that looks like it wants to bite back."
but now that's how i'm getting paid
Theea
