--donation bonus (day #17, post 5/5)--
‘I am sorry to hear that,’ said Bowhanox.
“I was fine,” said Colt. “Other kids weren’t.”
‘...Because you beat the hell out of them?’
“What? No! Believe it or not, I was actually a pretty good kid.”
‘Not believing it.”
“I might’ve had a thicker skin than most kids, and I might’ve gotten into a few fights, but I wasn’t a fucking bully.”
‘Let me guess. You beat up the bullies, instead.’
“Pfft, no. I was like nine. They kicked the shit out of me.”
‘But you tried to beat them up, yes?’
‘I knew it.’
“What the fuck happened to keeping this relationship strictly professional?”
‘Oh, relax. Tough guy can’t even handle a bit of friendly ribbing.’
Colt just grumbled.
‘I am sure we could find a much better foster home, you know. Stake it out for a while, make extra sure that the caretakers are not hiding any monstrous secrets or anything.’
“Tch. Even if that were possible, what the fuck would I do without my kids, huh? What would my life become?”
Bohwanox hesitated. ‘Uh... gallantly protecting me from monsters?’
“Go fuck yourself.”
The reaper snorted a laugh. ‘I get it. They are your reason for living. But is that what is honestly best for them?’
“I’ll figure something out.”
‘Hmm. Then I will do my best to help with that.’
Colt cocked an eyebrow at the reaper. Their conversation was interrupted, however, when Garovel’s voice broke in.
‘Hey! You two!’ he said, descending from the roof.
They waited for him to elaborate.
‘So there are three helicopters and an army of cops chasing Hector right now.’
Colt had to snicker.
‘He’s on foot. I’m sure he’d appreciate you and your car.’
“We finally gonna leave this town?” he said, moving to gather their things.
‘Yeah, I’m thinking we should.’
“About damn time.”
‘Colt is en route,’ came Garovel’s voice from the other side of the city.
‘That’s nice.’ And not for the first time today, Hector tumbled off the roof of a building with more than twenty floors.