[Hakuren had been hoping for a quiet night out on his own -- or at least, a quiet night out hunting on his own. Monsters were all over and Xochipilli always had a bounty out on them.]
[Seeing Autor there just ruined his night. The runes of Hakuren's zaiphon faded from the air as a strange bird-like monster fell to the ground. Hakuren spared a single haughty look for Autor (which was completely undermined by the happy chirping of Mikage, the fuzzy pink dragon perched, as always, on Hakuren's shoulder) before he turned back to the remaining monsters.]
No one called. [He shot Autor a haughty look over his shoulder.] I just heard the sounds of a child struggling with a simple task.
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[Seeing Autor there just ruined his night. The runes of Hakuren's zaiphon faded from the air as a strange bird-like monster fell to the ground. Hakuren spared a single haughty look for Autor (which was completely undermined by the happy chirping of Mikage, the fuzzy pink dragon perched, as always, on Hakuren's shoulder) before he turned back to the remaining monsters.]
No one called. [He shot Autor a haughty look over his shoulder.] I just heard the sounds of a child struggling with a simple task.