tendo’s eyes trail up and down your form, eyeing the purple blood staining that devil hunter uniform. the devil beneath you, blanket, wasn’t much trouble.

“we should go private,” she huffs, a cloud of smoke accompanying her words. “no way i’m fighting the gun. we could make a good wage.”

she crosses her arms across her chest, fingertips resting on her bicep.

“ain’t a thing i like about working under makima, either.”