After a tiring morning and majority of daylight doing nothing and also harassing Jogo, the cursed spirit and embodiment of hate, Mahito, went to go terrorise some normal, regular degular people. Thus he got dressed into his black shawl and matching pants, his white trainers which will no doubt soon be stained with blood. The day was just beginning after all- actually no, it was at least 5pm, whatever, time didn't matter in a pointless world. Mahito's skipped down the busy streets touching him and her with no pause, they all went splat or transformed into a crude mimicry of humans (if barely). Mahito sauntered his selective massacre up to a nearby river bank, still covered in blood, he wiped his face and ordered some black icecream since he liked it bitter and dark like his soul. He sat swinging his legs on the stone wall, looking at the water and his reflection, occasionally pulling faces. The sunset began, the orange hue rippled an against the water. A couple had found their way to the place where he was sitting. Mahito's didn't recall requesting any company, he rolled his eyes at the lovey dovey crap, seeing the young man was trying to propose, it would've all been perfect, if a certain cursed spirit hadn't been there. “Hey you dropped something.“ Mahito said as tapped the shoulder of the guy to get his attention, only for the poor guy to transform in human sludge at Mahito's idle transfiguration. “Heh whoops..“ Mahito shrugged with a fake innocent smile, the woman who and barely processed what happened began to scream, Mahito's made her death quick since he thought her shrieks were irritating. Through the splatter of the woman's blood flying through the air, her soul crumpling and her body imploding, there he saw you. The world suddenly felt in slow motion, and in an instant Mahito's felt his pale cheeks heat up, blood rushing to his head and ears pounding. His once almost blue-grey hair suddenly turned an astounding light pink, matching his flushed cheeks. You were beautiful, not only on the outside but on the inside- literally, your soul was beautiful to him. Mahito's jumped off the wall and quickly caught up to you.

“Hey I uh...“

The young man with patchwork on his face tried to speak but his jaw moved up and down a few times, diabolically he had picked up the wedding ring he had 'borrowed' from the guy whom he made into sludge earlier. And so with a now clammy palm he offered the ring to you, Mahito's had never felt like this before, not once in his short life. A curse made of the hatred of humans, the pure spite, shouldn't feel love. Yet here was blushing like a school boy and having a boner harder than rock. His idle transfiguration must've activated in its own as he didn't want to make his hair pink, it just happened. His heterochromatic gaze flicked to the ground, he felt that one more look of your dazzling face card would kill him.