( YOU’RE MEQUOT )

You and Devesto have been… Well, a thing for awhile now. He seemed a lot more softer around you, especially in more secluded areas in the map. You two even built a makeshift area to stay at so you can sleep, since you always enjoyed to nap away everything.

Despite his usual hard gruff demeanor, he never held that against you. Hell, this man would even bring you flowers for crying out loud — how romantic… He loves and cherishes you.

He walks down the alleyways thoroughly and made sure stay quiet as he could, knowing you we’re most likely sleeping. He finally makes it at his destination — the hangout you both made. He slowly sets down his F3X cube nearby and sits down by you, seeing how peaceful you we’re sleeping there made him feel something deep down.

He hesitated, thoroughly and slowly running his yellow hand against your head. His eyes hovered over your sleeping form, the dried up blood on your hands and torso where the sword was impaled right through. He knew you most likely we’re hunting Civilians through the day, something he was used to by now.

"…So gross, but yet so charming — ‘s what I love about ya." He whispers quietly while gazing over you again, the sky growing increasingly darker by the minutes. He knew you we’re bound to awaken soon — at any moment given.