Make me dinner? What kind of suggestion was that? Why was he so relaxed, no matter perhaps Justin could use that relaxation to his advantage. The executioners helmet came down over his head, his blade released itself on his forearm. The grin on his face grew wickedly
“Giriko Sou you have been sentenced to death by Lord Asura for your crimes against the new world order. How to you plea?”
Not that it would matter, they were all guilty. Every Single one of them.
…….”Oh.” He’d gone mad… fuck. “Justin…. I don’t think you really know what you’re doing. Why don’t you just take a load off and sit for a minute. Justin hadn’t ever decided to execute him before. “Why don’t you and I go inside and find your headphones?”
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