" Miss... Zwingli? " A soft yet masculine voice rang out. The personification of Liechtenstein, Leisl Zwingli, looked up from the stacks of paper her Brother had dumped upon her hours prior. Her blueberry eyes were, as usual, devoid of any emotion besides rage and hate for Earth and all it's inhabitants. Standing up, the immortal preteen let out an annoyed scowl, all while tightening the gauze bandages wrapped around her chest. " I'll have to get something more effective soon. ", Leisl muttered, sulking over towards her bedroom door and opening it. She was greeted by a lanky and unkempt brunette fellow, who quickly averted his spring bud gaze from the doorway upon noticing her partial nudity. Leisl, of course, merely shrugged. " Vhat, Bastien? " She questioned in a monotone yet impatient voice. Poof. End. I'm going to KMS now-
OK UHM I'M TIRED AF BUT UHM YE THIS IS WHAT LIKE- THE OTHER CHAPTERS WILL LOOK LIKE OR SOMETHING. NOW EXCUSE ME WHILE I SCREAM AT MY LA TEACHER FOR MAKING MY WRITING " MORE DETAIL, LESS ACTION ".