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Re: day 411, near midnight - post death.

[childeishly]

No shit, stupid. [ he doesn't bother looking at him. ] But I would like to avoid killing you.

Re: day 411, near midnight - post death.

[abovefate]

I won't care. I'm the one telling you. So just do it and get on with it.

Re: day 411, near midnight - post death.

[childeishly]

Whatever you say, Six. [ picks himself up off the floor and starts heading for the door. ]

Re: day 411, near midnight - post death.

[abovefate]

I only wanted my revenge. Give me something better and maybe you'll strike a deal.

Re: day 411, near midnight - post death.

[childeishly]

[ he stops, oozing pheromones to bring Scaramouche to his knees. he’s not trying to make him anything but submissive as his own aggression and irritation spike. his ears are pinning back and his face is mostly obscured, but his eyes glow dangerously from under his bangs. ] Revenge on who, Six, not all of us treated you like a fucken doll. [ his mask breaks a little bit more, but he swiftly turns and leaves. ]

Re: day 411, near midnight - post death.

[abovefate]

[ Well. With the pheromones doing their job, he's forced to his knees and all that comes out of his mouth is a whimper, so he'll let him have the last word and leave this time ]