"Right now, it feels like we're two stunning beauties, and these monsters can't wait to have us, then tear us to pieces."
Red Falcon raised the firearm, muttering something bizarre.
In fact, Red Falcon and Merlin didn't have much interaction; one was the technical chief of the Perpetual Motion Pump, the other was a frontline elite employee. This damned disaster brought them together, allowing them to understand each other deeper.
Merlin realized that the weirdness of Red Falcon's nonsense correlated directly with his stress levels.
This made Merlin a bit uncomfortable, but he didn't say much because rambling nonsense helps Red Falcon relieve stress; compared to his dead-eyed look, Merlin preferred this slightly nonsensical Red Falcon.
Now he spoke rapidly, interspersing his nonsense with greetings to the demon's female family members.
