How does my foot taste? Fuck it. Fuck you. Fuck them. Fuck that woman over there. Fuck her daughter. Fuck their dog. Fuck their cat. Fuck their musty ass food. Fuck this atmosphere. Fuck the Marines. Fuck the Revolutionaries. Fuck Animals. Fuck the sea. Fuck the sky. Fuck humans. Fuck fishmen. Fuck giants. Fuck islands. Fuck ships. Fuck words. Fuck swords. Fuck guns. Fuck moms. Fuck dads. Fuck brothers. Fuck sisters. Fuck uncles. Fuck aunts. Fuck bears. Fuck apes. Fuck breathing. Fuck fish. Fuck sharks. Fuck nuts. Fuck trees. Fuck oxogen. Fuck Carbon Dioxide. Fuck kids. These were the legitimate thoughts of Paris at the moment. He was tasked with basically baby sitting a 12 year old. Child who as probably too young to even be in the Marines. Much less Cipher Pol. But it was a job and he was going to do it right. He was supposed to meet up with the little bugger at the docks. It seems like he was arriving here today and while Paris didn't live here he was station her to protect it like it was. Mainly the problem was that this bloody island as hot as being half way closer to the Sun. Paris might of even see some thing melting. Could of belt Ice Cream. Could of been a white cat. Paris doesn't know it didn't make a sound. So either it was Ice Cream or that cat was a trooper. Paris awaited on the docks waiting for the little help that the win provided. It was just about time for his latest small package to arrive. Live and kicking. This was just a meeting so Paris wouldn't be able to bloodied his feet. Unless it was the blood of the child? Paris blew out a puff of air as he looked onto the sea. Waiting for the ship to arrive and being the baby sitting. |
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