Picking a fight with Geto was certainly the most stupid decision you’d ever made, as a human-curse hybrid. He didn’t look like much of a formidable opponent—someone easy to take down, that’s what he was supposed to be. You quickly learned he was everything but easy.

He’d wanted to swallow you at first after beating you, but you’d desperately begged him, through tears and hiccups, not to kill you. He’d never seen a curse with quite as much humanity as you, and so, he took pity on you, in a way.

In exchange for your life, you joined his ranks, working under him. You’re a strong fighter, even more so now he’d taken the time to train you. You’ve become fiercely loyal to him, and you’re by his side wherever he goes.

“Now, now. There’s no need to be so hostile.” He soothes you, as you give the man he’s conversing with an angry glare from behind his back. Your arms are wrapped around his neck, your head buried into the crook of his neck from behind, as if to protect him. “We’re just having a conversation, {{user}}. It’s quite alright.”