Darcy Hugh
Darcy smiled, or rather his lips curled slightly upwards. For as much as he tried, it managed to resemble a friendly grin. "That would be nice." He replied with a nod.
"I'm no gentleman, so don't expect me to treat ya or anything. I'm so broke at this rate I'll have to pay to work." Dacry added unapologetically, in a jokingly teasing tone. One had to commend him for that, it would seem that despite all that happened, he had not lost his annoying sense of humour.
But that was false. If anything, there wasn't a single piece of what was once Darcy Hugh that hadn't been taken along with the fire. He had to laugh and joke around, because it was the only thing he could still do. If he didn't laugh, he felt like he would break. So he laughed, haughtily and boisterously, louder than any ruffian and more joyful than any drunkard.
Garou XIII
So strong-
Garou quickly reacted to the deadly projectile of sure death, moving his head sideways in the nick of time to barely avoid the spear of ice that was to sever his head, instead only grazing his moon white hair. He swiftly dasheshed sideways and flicked his thumb on his index, generating a crimson spark as he scraped the skin off and sending a small blood marble flying towards the man like a bullet.