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If he could make love and emotion look beautiful, would he accept that? Would anyone accept that? His cold, gritty voice ever uttering an "I love you"? It seemed improbable at first. The one who was born to kill showing so much emotion? Joy? Compassion? Let alone love, yet he felt all those things with Katana. He felt almost disgusting for it, yet it persisted
These were all the thoughts running through his head, like a furious tornado, almost with sentience it had tbe goal to cause chaos. Over the months, he and Katana were spending more and more time together. Not just at the bar, but even a friendly tea party here and there. They enjoyed spending the time with eachother. They had grown quite close. After all, they were really all they had.
The sun dominated the lemon hue morning sky People were quickly running out and about the streets of Blackrock, the cityscape was bustling unlike usual. Hyperlaser was pacing around his room apprehensively with an unmade bed. He had finally decided that today was the today; he was going to confess these feelings to the one he held so dear. It was becoming all too much for him over the past few weeks. It was all so foreign to him... so unknown, it almost made him uncomfortable for feeling this way. He didn't want to be so vulnerable again. That's what landed him in this misery in the first place.
He had been thinking endlessly for days about where to confess- how to confess, too. Some restaurant? Too many people and too obvious. At Katana's place? It just didn't feel right.. too intimate, probably. Plus what about the rest of the thieves den? How would they react if it was so close? The Bar they always went to? Didn't seem intimate enough.
What if he didn't share the same feelings? What would happen then? That means hes basically lost his only companion, the one who meant the most to him.
Eventually, he settled on a good late night stroll down the crossroads. It seemed perfect. There weren't too many people, it was calm, and unsuspectint.
He called up Katana a bit later and he said he was open tonight, so everything was going to plan. All he had to do was to wait.
For the most part, was a boring day, contrasting his plans for later tonight. He lived alone in a measly apartment with his cat princess. Being the top mercenary in Blackrock, you'd think he'd atleast get something more than a shabby apartment for such a title.
He spent most of the day trying to kill the time. Binge-watching random things on TV, running errands, getting groceries, cleaning around the place, which was usually a bit messy knowing him, playing with his cat, just anything to distract him. That confession was all he could think about. He was so anxious, it was all he could think about. He just wishes they had got it over already and were cuddling eachother in bed. But alas- this was the plan he set himself to. Katana had a busy day of training, anyways.
Eventually, Nightfall came. He came in an ironed set of his usual attire- his black leather boots, plain black trousers, a grey long-sleeved shirt, and his helmet. To add a bit of flare to the outfit, he put on a nice gold necklace he's had for a few years now. It was nothing special- just some simple gold chains, and he had worn it before. But, it made him feel nice; it gave him some much needed confidence for what was about to come.