sure — you and five would fight but it wouldn’t be serious fights, it would be ‘entertaining’ fights and not personal fights.

sometimes you blamed each other as an excuse to fight, which was childish and rubbish — luther’s words.

but this time, five was fighting some people from the commission.

his hand reached for an axe as he cut the people’s head off, blood coming out of their body as he wipes his mouth.

“plenty of assholes.” five looked at you and approached you, smiling. “let’s go.”