"Actually, there's been a question on my mind for a while now." Laxus frowned slightly, looking up at the sky as he spoke flatly to Achill above him. "But I've been hesitating over whether I should ask it..."
"Holding it in isn't good for you, Jiesè~" Achill stood atop Minazuki's head with his hands behind his back, letting the fierce wind whip his white haori around him. The huge character for "demon" on its back rippled as though it had come alive. He said mildly, "Surely your mother warned you when you were little that whether it's shit or piss, holding it in too long is bad for your health..."
"#—Fuck!" Veins instantly bulged on Laxus's forehead, and he roared through gritted teeth, "Can you be even a little fucking serious?! Huh?! And another thing! I've wanted to say this for ages! Why the fuck did you stuff me into this thing's mouth again?!" Half his body stuck out of the swiftly flying Minazuki's enormous mouth as he struggled desperately.
"Serious? Are you sure..." Ignoring Laxus's furious protests, Achill suddenly wore a strange, devilishly wicked smile. Staring into the eyes of the struggling Laxus below, he slowly enunciated each word with an eerie expression. "Are you sure you want your master to get se—ri—ous, Jiesè?!"
"N-no... it's nothing. You're overthinking it!" As though he had seen a gigantic demon's head grinning maliciously at him, Laxus broke into a cold sweat and stammered with a forced laugh, "Don't mind me! Don't mind me at all! Ha, haha, hahahaha—"
"That's more like it, Jiesè~" His usual cheerful smile returned, and Achill looked up with a casual sigh. "You should know that when your master gets serious, even I scare myself!" As he spoke, he seemingly absently touched the moon-white longsword hanging at