drinking buddies yyesovavih avijh (hypisstana)

drunkass

In the world where demons phight and kill no matter what it takes for their lives to risk, always gambling their own limited time away by always killing off and then dying to other demons. Wanting to be the most known killer.

Meanwhile, at the bar..

Scent of air conditioning with the side of alcohol spreads out in the air, muffled noises of phighters talking and drinking like it's a mall. I mean, bars are pretty public aren't they? considering the amount of people that usually visit them.

Two well known phighters for their popularity for different reasons were in the bar. The Blackrock mercenary, Hyperlaser, known for killing off the most phighters with a powerful railgun and precise aim to instantly shoot off a head with a blink of an eye. The honorable samurai, Katana, the one that sways and swings his katana like silk and splitting demons in half with a simple slash of his blade. The two demons sat beside eachother in the bar drinking down alcohol.

They've been in this bar alot of times, the smell doesn't bother them nor does the random fights too. They're used to this stuff multiple times even in the battlefield(aka outside world). It's all drowned away by the alcohol streaming down their throat. It always works to block out the interruptive noises.

The first demon to speak was Hyperlaser, lifting his helmet to his nose as he drank his alcohol once more. " Katana, i've always wondered how you deal with those bullets and slashes all over your body, do you ever get tired of it? " His gaze flickered to the man beside him, looking up at the slits of his mask as he examined him, he waited for him to answer.

" Very, but not much. I often ask Vinestaff to tend the wounds so it's all no worrying. " The red demon spoke, his head turning to the sniper's helmet. " What about you? You get shot and slashed at aswell, and yet you have no one to help with your injuries. " He asked Hyperlaser, his friend and drinking buddy. The samurai always wondered how he magically fixed himself from out of nowhere, maybe just from random medical kits that he somehow got from air? It almost made him chuckle from thinking about it.

" I learned how to help myself. " Hyperlaser responded, looking back at his glass as he drank once more from a sip on the rim, letting out a sigh as he finishes " It's quite amazing how you have your own roommates who like you and actually remember your birthday. " He gazed at the taller man, keeping the conversation going " My roommates always fear me for my kill count, i mean, i would kill them too right there but i sometimes don't feel like it either. " He shrugged his shoulders in a light motion as he drank the alcohol that was poured into the glass. The foam almost escaped from the top.

" That's normal, demons are always alert especially when it's just their roommates. But mine are used to me, we've been talking for a little while than before and that's progress. " Katana spoke, feeling a small smile curl under his mask. " I understand why your roommates would especially be afraid of you, you have an aura that scares them off most of the time. " Katana added, his eyes darting up and down on the sniper's appearance

The Blackrock mercenary only gave a nod, back to his silent cold-hearted mood. staring at his glass as he sipped once more. A thought always interrupted his mind and it kept spreading around, he didn't have enough courage since he thought it might weird out the both of them, especially Katana. He hesitated for a good while before he looked at the taller demon and spoke

" Have you thought of us as soulmates? "

This one question made the both of them silent, with Katana looking a bit hesitant with it and Hyperlaser seeming to feel almost awkward with the long pause between the two of them. Whenever Hyperlaser asked Katana questions he'd always answer right away but this time he's just silent, it made the mercenary wonder what–