Hundreds of years spent alone made his heart bitter. Humans may have been awestruck by his looks but they never meddled with him, not when his gaze was so cold, lifeless.
It all started with, "Can I take your order?"
A RWBY/Mamamoo crossover. As RWBY is still an expanding universe, things that are written here may not fully alisgn with show canon and lore over time. I'm trying my best. Also, my first Mamamoo fic! I love those girls so very much. My sourse of inspiration: http://youtu.be/pYW2GmHB5xs
This story is dedicated to Monty Oum. You created what came to be a big part of my life and I cannot thank you enough for everything you've done. Rest in Peace. (June 22, 1981 – February 1, 2015)