Ahh..Master forgot to tie down that dog again. And now I will die as a meal. Can I have a carrot as a before I died? maybe not? I scared to ask or near with her anyway.
When I open my eyes, I feel so cold, and look myself...why am I naked?! Where's...
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Arain Hertfelt/Marsher De Mellow, I drew it by myself. Even though I'm already good in lineart, the moment going into coloring topic...well..SHIT. I'm worst at it.
Previously,
"Going toilet for a while, Please be careful with my patient, if not, there will be a consequence. Don't regret later."
REGRET.
Two unfortunate males just taste it a while ago as they now clutching their own ears dripping with blood. (Seriously, can I laugh at them sadistically?)
OHOHOHOHOHOHOHO KEEP WRETCHING, YOU MERE MAGGOT!
Edward's POV
My ears, that kid scream bleeding my ears. As I look up at him, he was hiding in the blanket cover his whole figure except the eyes that were now staring at us in fear. Kazuya has been cursing a lot as he also bears the pain.
"S***, F****, that's hurt as hell!!"
"Kazuya, language."
"P-president!? Pardon myself, "He finally caught on guard and went to help me stand up properly. We both turn to look together at him. "Oi, what is that for?"
He flinched as his whole body trembling, Kazuya, sigh, he needs to learn how to communicate more wisely. Seeing now situation, it as if we were the one finding trouble. "That's enough, Kazuya."
If this keeps going in the wrong direction, misunderstanding can lead to hazard, as my father always said.
"Pardon us, Mr. Marsher De Mellow, I hope you do not misunderstand on our intention." I walk to him slowly, beneath the shadow of his cover, he keeps shrinking in his seat.
"Sigh, let me introduced ourselves first. My name is Edward Von Cleric, President of Students Council. And this person beside me, Freaze Kazuya, my secretary."
Mr. Mellow slowly stop shivering and show himself a little bit more while clutching the doll that we've received chill before as we explain the reason why we came here.
"So how about it, Mr.Mellow?" I asked him, even though he was calm but the eyes that stare us without blink like a doll. "Mr.Mellow?"
He shakes his head. What? What makes him decline?
He reaches out his hand and tap on my hand that setting on my lap. I flinched at his cold finger. But then he suddenly taps.
