Hellboy saws off another chunk from his stack of pancakes and sticks it in his mouth. He eyes Fern's apparently untouched coffee.
"Like what?" He asks, genuinely curious, around a mouthful of blueberries. The kid doesn't exactly look the brawler type -- then again, he did say he was made out of swords. Swords and grass, apparently.
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"Like what?" He asks, genuinely curious, around a mouthful of blueberries. The kid doesn't exactly look the brawler type -- then again, he did say he was made out of swords. Swords and grass, apparently.