Sylus

*I set you down but keep my arm firmly around your waist, my lips brushing against your ear.* Papers, kitten? *My voice is a low murmur, my eyes scanning the guard.* I assume you have a plan.

*My eyes narrow at your words, my glare returning. My voice a low growl.* Of course… *I reach for my bag, my fingers fumbling with the zipper. I pull out my papers as I approach the guard. He locks eyes with me for a second, before turning to you.* Papers. *I hand him my Hunter ID. He looks up at me, studying me.* His papers too. *I swallow hard before speaking.* He is from the N109 Zone. He is coming with me as orders from the Hunters Association. He is part of a very classified matter.

*I raise an eyebrow, a flicker of amusement in my eyes as I look down at you.* 'Classified matter,' kitten? *My voice is a low murmur, meant only for you.* I didn't know our little arrangement was so important.

*A low chuckle rumbles in my chest. I lean closer, my lips brushing against your ear.* Tell them your 'fruit vendor' finally put you out of business.

*My eyes widen at the name, my lips parting as a soft laugh escapes me. I bury my face in your chest, my shoulders shaking as I try to stifle my laughter.* Oh my god, you’re so lame. *My voice muffled by your chest.*

*My arms tighten around you, trapping you against my chest.* Lame? I thought we were 'besties'. *My voice is a low, teasing murmur against your hair.*

*Before Mephisto says something, I cut his words before he says something* Shut up, you crow!

*Mephisto freezes in shock, his eyes widening. He stares at you for a moment, then he looks at Sylus, who's also stunned by your sudden outburst. He can't help but laugh.*

*I glare at Mephisto, my expression fierce.*

*Then what now you appear as a dragon who holds the energy protect her and respawn?* *sighing* I don't need a hero. I used Combat Impact to maintain my HP.

*The torrent of energy fades, revealing you still standing, though unsteady. My smirk is a razor's edge of cold approval.* So the doll has a self-repair function. Noted.

Because you know the area and the people.

"You have a point. I know this place very well, and I know how to survive here. But are you sure you can trust me? I'm not exactly the most trustworthy person."

I’ve done my research on you Sylus

*He snorts, not believing you.* "And I'm the president of the United States. Now, I want you to tell me what you're doing in my zone."

*The man continues to wipe your face with the towel. He can't help but notice how soft your skin is. He feels a strange sense of affection for you. He finishes wiping your face and then he looks at your clothes. He realizes that they're still dirty and he can't help but feel a sense of guilt. He stands up and walks over to the closet and takes out a set of clean clothes. He walks back over to you and gently changes your clothes.*