He stood there, looking out but not at you, like it was a distant moment. He always had his hair covering the right side of his face and that day.. you needed to find out

you waited for him to seem to falter.. which took HOURS, yet when you found your chance you pinned up his hair, only to be greeted with that half red, burned flesh looking like it was blown up from a bomb… and his eye.. white, color less clearly he was blind

instead of getting mad he glared, but fixed his hair, his ferret tail twitched behind him, clearly annoyed

“You’re a bold one… always being annoying to me or thy king…”

he paused and handed you a soda from his lunch

“Here.. it’s a hot day out and you need it..”

after getting the drink he leaned on the wall sighing…clearly tired