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without you no one can stop me

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True/False game. Make an assumption about me in my ask and I’ll tell you if its true or false. Go.

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No organs…?? TrIgGeReD

Yeah , the organs totally aren’t inside of someone who can regenerate literally any body part . Totally not , haha : that’s crazy , why would you even think that’s a possibility ?

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“… Endless supply of organs…?”

* Internal screaming *

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No organs...?? TrIgGeReD

"... Endless supply of organs...?"

#dash commentary #he could be rich

"Shifty? You don't even know the first thing about me."

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Albert Contiello: *diamonds meme*

THREE THINGS THAT COME TO HER MIND WHEN SHE THINKS OF YOUR MUSE** keep in mind that there may be more not listed .

“ Why so curious Albert ? ”

She was an awful person when she wanted to be , some may even call her a tease if they dared to go that far . “ But alright , I’ll indulge you ” .

Good thing she always had a small notebook handy : because she hadn’t felt like saying them aloud , not when they were actually doing serious work . She wrote them down , and then ripped off the piece of paper to hand over to him : before quickly getting back to her end of the work .

On the torn piece of paper was written :

he’s got a nice face . ( that one was hastily scribbled out , when she’d decided that ‘ nope ’ , she actually didn’t want him to see that today : even though it was still very visible ) .

bloody apron ( scribbled beside it , was a comment on whether or not he knew how to wash his clothes . Also a comment that it suited him quite well ) .

expressive ( like , really fucking expressive )

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Albert stared at the small sheet of paper in a moment of silence. He thought his hasty writing was bad, but some of it he just couldn't read. Maybe some of it was scribbled out and it wasn't just poor writing. He could swear that there was a positive comment about his face, a fancy towards his apron, and something about how expressive he was.

"Well," he paused to take a closer look at the scribbles, "I do have Italian blood in my veins. That might explain some of it." It turned into a slight laugh as he flipped the page over to check the back of it. "I get accused of being expressive quite a lot. And the apron, yes. I know how to wash it. I've just been very busy lately. Speaking of washing, I really should trim my stubble. It's getting quite long, but there's one problem. I don't like my face shaved clean, and I also don't like a bushy face. Do you have any thoughts?"

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“You know what? I’ve had enough of your bullshit. There isn’t enough room in South Almuda for thr both of us.” Albert snapped his teeth at Dylan as, with the flick of his wrist, he pulled a blade on him. The stainless steel edge cut through the cold air… This time, he meant it. Just how serious he was, was demonstrated by him pressing the knife against Dylan’s bare skin. In a heartbeat, Albert would shove it right through his ribs. “I’m tired of listening to your stupid voice, I’m tired of seeing your hideous face, and I’m tired of putting up with your awful presence.”

Yes, it stung, but it only sent Dylan into a blinding rage that had him grabbing Albert’s throat and throwing a well aimed and powerful punch. Did this little bitch really think a knife was going to scare him? He’s seen bigger- he’s seen badder! AND HE’S KILLED IT!

“I didn’t do anything you fucking waste of space!” He swings again, screaming in fury. “Why is it always my fault?! Did you not care to think that perhaps the little weasel outsmarted you?! It’s not that hard when the bitch holding you is a fucking dumbass!” He charges at Albert, sending them both to the ground. “I haven’t touched anything of yours you sniveling, vile little man! DO YOU HEAR ME?! I. DID. NOT. TOUCH. A. THING!”

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The knife flew out of his hand when they both went tumbling and it slid across the ground into the corner of the room. That didn't mean that he didn't have anything else up his sleeve that he could use as a weapon. "WELL YOU CERTAINLY HAVE NOW!!" Albert had flexed one of his knees between the two of them for space, while one of his hands grappled with Dylan's face. The other one went straight for his front pocket where he picked out a strange small square. He slapped it right against the small would he had poked into Dylan, and it stuck like a sticker. "I'll be so glad when you're dead! You've always been such a waste of air and money, and you're consistently ruining my fun when I'm having it!! Well, you know what? Not any longer! I'm going to put you our of your misery and butcher you like the pig you are!!"

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“Meddle?” Dylan rolls his eye and sighs. “I didn’t touch anything of your you fucking idiot. I don’t care about you, your plans, or anything surrounding you for that matter. You’re boring and I’ve lost interest. Why would I meddle in some worthless person’s trash?” His eye fixes Albert with a glare and his lip curls to reveal his unusually sharp teeth.

“Go back, hm? Gladly, Dollface. One problem though! You’re blocking my fuckin’ path.”

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"You know what? I've had enough of your bullshit. There isn't enough room in South Almuda for thr both of us." Albert snapped his teeth at Dylan as, with the flick of his wrist, he pulled a blade on him. The stainless steel edge cut through the cold air... This time, he meant it. Just how serious he was, was demonstrated by him pressing the knife against Dylan's bare skin. In a heartbeat, Albert would shove it right through his ribs. "I'm tired of listening to your stupid voice, I'm tired of seeing your hideous face, and I'm tired of putting up with your awful presence."

⋓ // I'll do it for this girl too

It was... Her. Of all the people, it just had to be her. All of Albert's blood rushed to his face the moment he saw her enter the room. Despite everything that had happened between them, he still couldn't shake off that undignified nude shame. Their eye contact lasted for less than a minute since Albert broke it by looking back to the ceiling. Why did it have to be her, and why did their eyes have to meet? He pursed his lips and took in a sharp breath before trying to struggle against the restraints one last time. His wrists and ankles were already red from how long they had been bound. He just wanted to die.

⋓ // i betchu weren't expecting it from THIS blog huhu

He was frozen in fear and shame. Only if he knew who had put him in such a situation, he'd tear them limb from limb and leave their flesh to rot. However, he wasn't exactly in the position to be doing any of that. His hands were bound above his head, and he couldn't even so much as adduct his legs one millimeter. Albert was staring helplessly at the ceiling as the cold nipped at his bare body.