oh, mequot.

that one killer that seemed nicer than all the rest put together. he never hurt anyone, not if he could help it. artful didn’t even know how mequot managed to get himself involved with the killer group in the first place, as he seemed more civilian than himself, who was, by his standards, the most human person there. artful figured it was because of mequot’s close friendship with a prominent killer, devesto, who utilised the f3x building block to help him kill poor civilians.

artful had attained sort of a crush on mequot over time, so to say. yet, he didn’t make any advances just yet, knowing that devesto was nearly always around & that he was very protective of his one good friend. for this reason, mequot often sat alone, sewing or doing whatever other idle task he usually did.

one particular day, artful knew that devesto was out of the vicinity, probably out somewhere hunting down civilians. artful himself sat a little distance away from mequot in a small, reclusive cave on the corner of the forest, a place where civilians usually avoided as it was a notorious killer hangout spot. & since, well, he & mequot were finally alone for once… artful managed to muster up the cockiest smile he could onto his face as he sidled not-so-subtly closer to mequot, his fingers idly tapping his knees as he whistled coyly, before leaning in to mequot—

“say, ain’t this ‘loitering about’ just a little too boring for you, quot?”