Ahahahah, Nope! o(^ω^)o
But I’ve forgotten bombs in and around her hat while playing hide-and-seek…. ahahaHAHAHA, I don’t think she minds that much! ＼(^ω^)／
Oh, but she hates going bowling with me. Eheheheh. (/ω＼)
The only reason I put up with it is because I know one day I’ll have you in your own little cage. As soon as you stop hiding bombs behind your ears…
I originally wanted to follow in my father’s footsteps and become a politician. Of course, that was before I developed the urge to shoot things. Politicians doing their own dirty work never seems to go down well in court, for some reason.
I still don’t like taking my hood off. Lady Katarina has also not brushed my hair in a while, so it’s rather messy. …It needs cut again, too.
Finally, some hard evidence on this scoundrel. Keeps on slipping out of my reach.
Well growing up under my parents, I was always suffocating under the many tutors (they never lasted long enough) that were assigned to me. One day, while sneaking away from another class, I saw an eagle flying off with a rodent in its mouth. I took my makeshift slingshot and shot directly at it. Little thought was put into this action, it just felt like it was necessary.
Ever since then, whenever something I caught something with the corner of my eye, I felt the urge to shoot at it with no remorse. This explains why my tutors never seemed to settle. Eventually after I got less rowdy, stole my dad’s rifle, shot some muggers, I realized hunting groups of people is much more useful. So, I became an investigator to track down people who don’t deserve rights.
In summary, I taught myself.