Any other day, the assassin would have retaliated; probably kicked him in the balls to show who was the boss there. But that night, she just wanted to rest. The three-day long journey and the tiring long day at the broken capital had taken its toll on her. So, instead, she simply sighed and decided to not grace his snide remarks with any response. However, she couldn’t ignore him for long. He seemed to be the chatty type; not something she appreciated.
“Would appreciate it if you used that mouth of yours to just eat for the night,” she said, cutting him in the middle of his sentence.
She thought that would settle it, but it didn’t. He was worried she might kick him during the night, which raised a very valid doubt in her head.
“You better not be in my kicking range… or I will,” she said bluntly. Michelle was a light sleeper; even the slightest of noise would probably wake her. Besides, she had a feeling this guy might not try anything funny with her; particularly her, in fact. Although she had no basis to have such confidence, it was pretty strong.
Probably related in previous birth… if that was a thing, she thought to herself as she dozed off.
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Michelle woke the next morning before sunrise, as always. It took her a moment to realize where she was, and once she realized, she turned to see the blonde man still sleeping. The purple-haired woman smiled softly and looked at his peaceful face, having no idea who he was hosting in that weak human body. It was time for her to leave. She picked up her stuff without causing much noise. Before leaving, however, she left the last food packet she had with a note that simply said ‘Hunter’. The woman had no idea why she just gave up her breakfast to this man, but she knew she wouldn’t have felt right the entire day had she not done that.