my + a p a t h y +
BAD ᴛʜɪɴɢs ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴ
—-BAD things have ｈａｐｐｅｎｅｄ
ｃａｎ still ʟɪᴠᴇ
you can still ｌｉｖｅ
She could hear her dog barking and jumping around at some stranger up ahead. Oh no. “Ah I’m sorry, Chunk leave the stranger alone please!” She called out to the dog who obliged and went back to her side.
"I’m sorry if he bothered you."
”Ah, don’t you worry about it. I quite like dogs—
he just wants to protect his master, is all.” He reaches
down so that the dog can sniff his hand before the
animal retreats back to his owner, and he smiles up
at the woman before him. “Sorry, I’m being rude.
Name’s Ronald. It’s a pleasure, miss.”
”I do have one. It completes its
only task unfailingly. There is no
excuse for missing souls, demons
”Alright, alright, It won’t happen again.
Just don’t take my scythe, okay? I don’t
trust the guys in Scythe distribution with