[ heine all but jolts out of his skin at the sound of her voice, one hand shooting for the empty holster at the small of his back before he remembers he's been declawed. instead he just whips his head around, eyeing her warily as she approaches—his time around naoto and nill has been barely enough exposure to keep him from leaping away like some kind of fucked up frog, but there's no hiding the way his body barely fights its flight response.
but this isn't the underground. the sky is still blue above him, and although heine knows that einstürzen's depravity has no bounds, he's still relatively sure she's not able to coordinate something like this. (besides, the woman's unkemptness actually helps—the shock of her appearance is one thing, but the physical resemblance isn't there.)
he snorts equally dryly at the joke, his hackles lowering very slightly. ]
Condolences to them, then. [ fuck immortality, actually. or maybe they deserved it. heine isn't sure yet. ] Achieved immortality and fucked off altogether, leaving their dead behind?
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but this isn't the underground. the sky is still blue above him, and although heine knows that einstürzen's depravity has no bounds, he's still relatively sure she's not able to coordinate something like this. (besides, the woman's unkemptness actually helps—the shock of her appearance is one thing, but the physical resemblance isn't there.)
he snorts equally dryly at the joke, his hackles lowering very slightly. ]
Condolences to them, then. [ fuck immortality, actually. or maybe they deserved it. heine isn't sure yet. ] Achieved immortality and fucked off altogether, leaving their dead behind?