|When I die, I wanna be buried face down so everyone who doesn't like me can kiss my ass.|
Without - part 8Without - part 8 by *Necrodeus
Flying through the vast silence of space did not take long to grind away at Marx's patience. Sure, it's magnitude was pretty to look at, but there wasn't much you could DO with it. He looked over at Zero, who still looked as perpetually disinterested with everything as ever. Marx was beginning to wonder if he could even feel anything outside of being bored, kind of annoyed and really annoyed.
"Hey Zero," said Marx, drawing the false angel's cool gaze towards him, "Did you decide on what you're going to wish for yet?"
"I'm not wishing for anything," answered Zero simply.
"What?!" said Marx, genuinely confused, "Then why are we even doing al