Cherubplay

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They and I let out a slightly high-pitched laugh. "Laid-back, that isn't a word that describes him at aaaall. I think you should've gotten to know him before you decided to make out~"

2015-05-10 00:49:05

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"And why would I want to do that? He didn't even taste that great."

2015-05-10 00:52:48

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They flushed just a little, contrasting with the unhealthy paleness, and turned away toward the kitchen to look for an icepack. "Because it's polite. Is that his fault, really."

2015-05-10 00:58:30

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"Yes, yes it is, and since when has a devil ever decided to be this thing you called polite."

2015-05-10 01:01:25

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"...fair point. Though you did seem to pull it off pretty well last time." They shrugged and opened the freezer. No icepacks, seriously why would they have one of those, but there was a cliche bag of frozen vegetables that they pulled out and returned to him with, pressing it against his face. "Now I will smother you. Choose your last words wisely."

2015-05-10 01:09:44

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He laughed. "Oh baby, please don't. Not yet at least." He spoke as the bag of cold vegetables was placed upon his face.

2015-05-10 01:11:39

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They flushed again. The hell, /what/ did he just call them? They ducked their head, hair falling over their eyes, and shoved the bag and his head back.

2015-05-10 01:22:08

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He hit the wall behind him, making a loud thud as he collided with it. "I was joking!" He blurted, still somehow slap-happy from it.

2015-05-10 01:23:30

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"So you /do/ want to die now?" Asshole, you don't joke about things like that.

2015-05-10 01:35:27

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"Only if you're the to do it." He smiled.

2015-05-10 01:41:51

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They grabbed the knife off the counter. Their cheeks, shadowed by the dark blonde hair, were red. "You sure know how to make a person feel special. I'll get right on that."

2015-05-10 02:02:10

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He stepped forward, smile still plastered on his face. "Oh please, don't make me beg for it."

2015-05-10 02:06:07

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This guy's sick. Like, sicker than /me/. And the psycho. COMBINED. Their hand was shaking a little, and they didn't know how to respond. Did they actually want to kill him? Or even attack him? No, not really. /Begging/?

2015-05-10 02:17:42

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His smile turned to a grin as he walked over and took the knife from their hands, placing it on the surface next to them. "Don't say things you won't follow through with." His voice now more warm and lower.

2015-05-10 02:23:24

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They glared at the ground. They weren't about to be lectured by a devil about keeping promises. Childish much? ".......whatever." Moron, you're all talk, leave the violence to the professionals like me.

2015-05-10 02:33:20

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He titled their chin upwards to look him in the eye. "mmmm, have I hit a nerve?"

2015-05-10 02:38:26

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"I'm about to hit one of yours, a cluster specifically, if you don't cut it out." The shadows under their eyes were tinged with red too and they weren't smiling anymore. Instead, they looked nervous and a little frustrated, the first real emotions aside from discomfort that had shown through the grinning mask.

2015-05-10 02:47:52

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He noticed the redness and chuckled once more. "Are you now? It seems to me that this is not the case. Quite the opposite. "

2015-05-10 02:49:39

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"What, so you plan on hitting one of your own nerve clusters instead? Great idea, you go ahead and do that. Have fun twitching on the floor." They were sort of babbling now. Dammit.

2015-05-10 02:56:42

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"I'll hit one of your nerve clusters instead, specifically the one in your pants."

2015-05-10 03:02:46

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THE FUCK ASSHOLE. They turned scarlet and tried to punch him in the gut.

2015-05-10 03:08:20

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He dropped to the floor again, holding his stomach and gasping for air. "FUCK, what was that for?"

2015-05-10 03:10:44

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"IT'S ONE THING TO DO THINGS LIKE THAT TO STRANGERS, ANOTHER ENTIRELY TO TRY IT ON THE PERSON WHO'S SO GRACIOUSLY OFFERING YOU THEIR HOME." They were panting and their eyes were ablaze with the same fire as the rest of their face. There was blood staining the sleeve of their shirt and a bit on the denim overshirt as well, spreading along the arm they'd punched him with.

2015-05-10 03:20:42

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"/God dammint, shit fuck./" He slowly stood up. "I though that's where this was heading /dammit/" He had yet to notice the blood.

2015-05-10 03:23:15

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"YOU...." They paused, closed their eyes, and took a deep breath, clenching their hands into fists. Had to keep me from coming out. Oh fucking well.

2015-05-10 03:29:37