"..." He looks surprised for a moment before regaining his cool and, "tch."

HEY! How dare you 'tch' me! I should be the one tch-ing you!

"I think you've made a mistake," I look at the lazy slob in front of me, trying to rein in my anger, while looking at the nonchalant expression on his face. It's almost as if the man that threw me to the ground a second ago was a completely different person. The Manbun in front of me is lazily smoking a cigarette. With a slouched posture and messy clothes, it looks like he just woke up from a nap. I didn't notice the slightly unb.u.t.toned military uniform and untied shoelaces earlier because I was so focused on his face, but thinking about it now, the unshaven jaw and quickly-tied bun that didn't have a lot of effort put into making it, fits his whole lazy theme.

If this guy is really that uncaring in his everyday life then what happened to this b.u.m of an ikemen that could make him spit fire like a volcano. You think I'm exaggerating? The killing intent released earlier could make me pee myself...if I could pee.

I don't think this body has to comply with daily human needs. I don't get hungry, so I probably don't have to eat to maintain this body. I don't have to... go to the bathroom which makes sense, because I don't have to eat. This fairy body doesn't seem very...alive. Well whatever, not having to do any of that makes my life a lot easier.

Ah, I think I got off task. While my mind was wandering, Manbun over here just kept on staring at me. He's hiding it pretty well, but I can still sense a faint amount of killing intent. Ugh, getting him to trust me is going to take a lot of work. I need... evidence! Yes! Proof that I'm not who he thinks I am.

Now...how to get some.

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