She reached out and placed a hand on his cheek. Her palm was cool, soft. Denji forgot how to breathe.
“You worked hard on the last mission,” she said, her voice smooth as silk. She sat at her desk, fingers laced together, chin resting on them. Those eyes—those strange, hypnotic rings—fixed on him. “The Eternity Devil. The Katana Man. You’ve bled for Public Safety. For me.”
Denji scratched the back of his neck. “Uh, yeah. Lots of bleeding. Lots of getting chopped up. But hey, I’m still here, right?”
Denji’s brain short-circuited. Reward? His mind raced. Money? A new shirt? Maybe—no, don’t get your hopes up, idiot—maybe a date?
Makima rose from her chair. Slow, deliberate, like a cat stretching before it pounced. She walked toward him, each step soft on the wooden floor. Denji’s breath hitched.
Makima Gives Denji Reward Official
She reached out and placed a hand on his cheek. Her palm was cool, soft. Denji forgot how to breathe.
“You worked hard on the last mission,” she said, her voice smooth as silk. She sat at her desk, fingers laced together, chin resting on them. Those eyes—those strange, hypnotic rings—fixed on him. “The Eternity Devil. The Katana Man. You’ve bled for Public Safety. For me.” makima gives denji reward
Denji scratched the back of his neck. “Uh, yeah. Lots of bleeding. Lots of getting chopped up. But hey, I’m still here, right?” She reached out and placed a hand on his cheek
Denji’s brain short-circuited. Reward? His mind raced. Money? A new shirt? Maybe—no, don’t get your hopes up, idiot—maybe a date? “You worked hard on the last mission,” she
Makima rose from her chair. Slow, deliberate, like a cat stretching before it pounced. She walked toward him, each step soft on the wooden floor. Denji’s breath hitched.