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An independent and highly selective roleplay blog for Felix Miller, a crime based original character. This blog’s activity ranges from high to medium, & multi-para / novella is preferred. Mutuals only. 18+ and will contain potentially triggering themes. Please read rules before interacting!

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     B L O O D Y  nights turn  B L O O D I E R  ,

               DEATH  could be  RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOU  ,

     still wouldn’t  R E C O G N I Z E  her  .

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          Being ignored by Jake wasn’t an unusual occurrence for Felix, for he had a way of getting under his skin. Sometimes it was intentional, the blond figuring out all the little ways that he could push Jake’s buttons and get a rise out of him, and sometimes it was genuinely just a clash of personality types. While Felix was social and outgoing and loud, always having something to say and liking to start shit and get into trouble, Jake was a bit more reserved and cold. In some ways, they could be described as polar opposites: the most unlikely of friends. If they hadn’t met the way they did, it was likely they wouldn’t pay each other any mind. It was entirely possible that Jake would’ve avoided him entirely and assumed the worst of him, while Felix would’ve figured Jake was just another typical rich asshole who didn’t give a shit about those in poverty.

          Grabbing a stress ball off a nearby shelf, Felix tossed it up and down a few times in his hand, getting a feeling for the weight of it. Jake was in the process of walking down the aisle, trying to find the things they’d need for the road trip they were going to go on, and he was completely unaware of what was about to hit him--literally. Pulling his arm back to take aim, Felix then whipped the stress ball full speed down the aisle. Half a second later, it smacked Jake on the back of the head with a startlingly loud noise. It had been enough to make Felix come undone and start laughing, his lanky figure bent over to put his hands against his knees and support himself. He knew that had to have hurt, but that was sort of the point. ❝ Yo, fuckin’ listen to me. ❞

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grihm​:

⸸˖ ‒‒‒‒‒ 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖎𝖒𝖕𝖑𝖊 𝖒𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖊 smile on her face was enough to make it crack into a wider grin, although Shiloh had continued to do her best to fight it off. After a few moments, she’d managed to do so with some slight success, save for the twitching of one corner of her lips. ❝ Yeah, well, ❞ she shrugged. ❝ -lets not make it worse. ❞

            Shiloh moved away from the lanky blonde then, just as she’d heard Soren’s footsteps approaching from outside of the mausoleum. ❝ Thank fuck, ❞ she breathed, exhaling a sigh of relief. ❝ Where the hell did you find this guy? ❞ She asked, carding her fingers through the roots of her hair to push the soft locks away from her face, all the while flashing Felix a grin. He was a little annoying, but in a charming sort of way.

            Soren’s immediate response was to laugh as he entered the small space, swinging the sledgehammer back and forth by his side while lanky strides carried him past them. ❝ Why? What’d he do? ❞ He asked through a wide grin, his dark gaze briefly catching the light hues of Felix’s on his way by. He knew him well enough by now to know that he was incapable of resisting stirring the pot, and so he wasn’t surprised to hear that he’d done something to ruffle Shiloh’s feathers while he’d been away.

          A small shake of her head was given. ❝ Nothing. He’s just a knob. ❞ She moved away from the wall to get a better view as Soren began to dismantle the stone wall that covered the crypt, chunks of rock crumbling off and clattering to the ground in billowing clouds of dust.

          Content with the reaction he’d gotten from Shiloh, Felix decided against doing anything more to push her buttons. It was fun to do from time to time, some people proving to be more entertaining to piss off than others, but being unbearably irritating definitely wasn’t the goal when it came to talking to women. Especially the attractive ones, which he most definitely didn’t want to reach the point of no return with.

          ❝ Finally, ❞ Felix said after Soren had returned with a sledgehammer and, to his relief, no security accompanying him. Good. His voice likely hadn’t traveled far enough to reach anyone’s ears and alert them to intruders. Rolling his eyes at the question of where Soren had found him, he breathed a laugh before responding. ❝ Me? I’m just the lovable stray that followed him home. ❞ The sarcasm was unmistakable in his tone, and his grin only grew wider when he heard Shiloh calling him a knob.

          ❝ Dude, this better not take us to another fucking dead end. It’s not even my dad who’s missing, but you got me all invested now and I wanna find the son of a bitch too, ❞ Felix said as he watched the long-haired male begin to swing the sledgehammer at the wall and gradually break pieces of it off. It looked kind of fun, actually.

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⸸˖ ‒‒‒‒‒ 𝕬𝖋𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖘𝖜𝖎𝖋𝖙𝖑𝖞 𝖈𝖔𝖗𝖗𝖊𝖈𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖇𝖊𝖍𝖆𝖛𝖎𝖔𝖗, Shiloh had expected Felix to quiet down and heed her warning, but he surprised her by doing the exact opposite and calling out into the quiet of the night once again. Her dark eyes widened and her head pivoted, snapping quickly in his direction as the frown that she wore creased itself deeper into her features. She was almost too shocked to be upset.

            Swiftly closing the distance between them, Shiloh delivered a firm swat to the male’s arm, the faintest of smiles creeping in to mix with the frown that she wore. Despite the serious nature of the situation, she couldn’t help but see the humor in it. She wasn’t looking to run from the cops tonight, however, and so she needed to make herself perfectly clear. ❝ Shut the fuck up, ❞ she warned him, doing her best to hide the inflection of a giggle in her tone as she glared up at him. She could only imagine how unintimidating she looked, however, as he towered above her. ❝ You’re a fucking idiot. ❞

          From the moment Shiloh began to quickly walk towards him, Felix knew that she was either going to smack him to get him to shut up, or pathetically attempt to cover his mouth. Being as short and tiny as she was, neither of those were going to work too well for her. It was soon made apparent that she had chosen the former, her hand smacking against his arm with a decent amount of force behind it. To no surprise, it only drew laughter from the tattooed male.

          ❝ I can see you trying not to laugh. You know it’s a little funny, ❞ Felix pointed out, able to both see the hint of a grin on her face and the threat of laughter lingering in her tone. He wasn’t going to push his luck though, because he didn’t want to fuck everything up and ruin it all for Soren. He was a pretty cool dude who just wanted to find his dad, and Felix would actually feel a little bad if he fucked that up for him.

          Shiloh’s warnings, however, did absolutely nothing and she didn’t look threatening whatsoever, but it was at least cute and he liked that she had a spine. ❝ I’ve been told I’m an idiot a few times before, but I think it’s fair to say that being here at all, with a plan to break into a dead guys resting place with a sledgehammer, is all sorts of stupid anyway. ❞

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grihm​:

⸸˖ ‒‒‒‒‒ 𝖂𝖍𝖎𝖑𝖊 𝕾𝖍𝖎𝖑𝖔𝖍 𝖘𝖚𝖕𝖕𝖔𝖘𝖊𝖉 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖘𝖍𝖊 would have plenty of free time in the upcoming weeks, as she didn’t have any personal to-do list in the small seaside town and a rather limited list of connections within it, she still wasn’t entirely sure that devoting any of that free time to the tatted-up blonde was a good idea. Still, as she tended to do, she ignored her better judgement and nodded her head. ❝ Maybe. ❞

            Before she could say much else, Felix had broken through the still of the night by calling out for Soren, causing a frown to crease into her features and her head to raise. ❝ Jesus christ, shut up! ❞ She warned him. ❝ You wanna tweet about it too? Let everyone know that we’re illegally breaking into a someone’s crypt? ❞ Her arms folded over her chest then, her back slumping back up against the stone wall.

            Just like Felix, Shiloh was beginning to grow a little antsy as she waited for Soren’s return, but she knew that the walk from the trail to the top of the hill was decently long. It wasn’t as though they’d been able to park in the intended lot, as they’d leave behind too much evidence to follow, should they get caught. She just hoped that it wasn’t the groundskeeper that was causing the stall in the Captain’s return.

          Admittedly, it had been stupid on Felix’s part to raise his voice in a crypt that they’d just illegally broken into, and maybe he’d gotten a little too comfortable with it being the dead of night when nobody was around; except for whoever was working the graveyard shift, probably. Even so, the reprimanding he got from Shiloh only brought a devilish grin to his lips, and there wasn’t a hint of regret to be seen on his face.

          ❝ Nevermind, nobody is in here! The crypt is empty! ❞ Felix called out again, though not quite as loudly as last time since he didn’t actually want any of them to get caught. He was playing with fire regardless, because it was very possible that he could fuck everything up for them and make them have to come back another time to try again, but he was fairly certain that it would be fine. ❝ Tweet about it? C’mon, now you’re just being ridiculous. I know you’re frustrated, but calm down. You’re gonna wake the dead. ❞

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               his  sudden  aggression  caused  her  to  take  a  step  back,   arm  falling  to  her  side  as  he  yanked  his  own  away  from  her  grasp.   the  detransformation  happened  fast,   and  pearly  whites  tugged  at  her  lower  lip.   she  almost  felt  embarrassed,   hands  moving  to  pull  at  the  bottom  of  her  bloody  shirt  absentmindedly,   a  sign  of  her  anxiety.   she  knew  that  letting  him  know  what  she  was  wasn’t  going  to  go  well,   but  she  also  wasn’t  exactly  anticipating  having  to  tell  him  this  way.

               she  remained  silent  as  he  tried  to  will  himself  to  speak,   but  it  was  apparent  to  her  that  he  couldn’t  find  the  words   —–   which  was  valid.   before  her  transformation,   if  she  had  witnessed  something  like  this?   she  would  have  screamed  and  fled  to  safety.   she  understood  that  most  people  had  no  actual  knowledge  of  the  supernatural,   let  alone  knowing  they  existed.   tracy  vividly  remembered  the  first  time  she’d  seen  the  dread  doctors,   how  scared  she  was,   and  how  she  thought  it  was  just  a  night  terror   —–   not  real.   but  it  was,   and  in  the  end,   she  became  one  of  their  science  experiments,   tortured  with  cold  metal  instruments.   she  died  by  their  hand  when  they  deemed  her  a  FAILURE.   she  knew  what  it  was  to  be  afraid.

               she’d  gone  through  so  much;   her  logic  could  undoubtedly  be  flawed.

               she  didn’t  know  how  to  fix  this  or  calm  felix  down.   “    i’m  a  chimera,    ”   it  came  quietly,   dark  eyes  staring  at  the  crimson  painted  ground.   she  knew  he  wouldn’t  understand,   likely  wouldn’t  have  any  idea  what  a  chimera  was.   she  wouldn’t  explain  it  if  she  had  to  kill  him  by  the  end  of  this  interaction,   but  she  didn’t  want  to.

               pulling  in  a  deep  breath,   she  put  more  space  between  them,   shoes  squelching  through  the  deceased’s  innards.   now  that  she  wasn’t  killing  them,   it  was  rather  repulsive.   she  nearly  cringed  at  the  sound,   stomach  growing  upset.   “    please,   felix.    ”why  was  she  begging  him?   the  kanima  swallowed  thickly  and  held  her  hands  up  in  defeat,   no  claws  to  be  seen  now.   “    i  saved  your  life.    ”   that  man  had  a  gun,   and  she  had  no  doubt  that  he  was  going  to  use  it.

          A chimera? Whatever the fuck that was, Felix had never heard the name before, but her transformation back to appearing human was at least quick and relieving. It didn’t change what she’d done, but at least she didn’t look absolutely terrifying, minus the fact that she was covered in thick layers of blood. Truthfully, he felt like he’d lost his mind. Thinking that someone had transformed back into a human sounded absolutely batshit, as if this was some sort of fictional universe he was living in. However, it was undeniable that he’d seen what she’d done to those people, and he’d seen the way her claws had shredded them so effortlessly.

          Nose scrunching slightly at the sound of blood and guts squishing beneath the other’s shoes, Felix forced himself to look away from the ground. He was never one to have a weak stomach when it came to gore, but this? This was too disgusting. Instead, he focused on the other figure, who had backed up to put some space between them. Good. Beneath all that blood, he came to realize that she actually looked familiar to him and her voice was one he’d heard before too. His eyes narrowed slightly, trying to put the puzzle pieces together. She knew his name?

          ❝ You know who I am? ❞ Felix asked after she’d pleaded his name, as if to get him to lower his defenses and understand that she was innocent. Yeah, right. She hardly looked the part, and he wasn’t about to just casually accept what he’d just witnessed and deem her harmless for saving his life. A few seconds later, and it had finally clicked with him where he recognized her from. It wasn’t someone he knew well, but they’d had a pretty wild way of meeting.

         ❝ Wait...Tracy? The crazy chick who murdered a dude by throwing a TV at him? No fucking way. Have you been following me this whole time? ❞ This only left him with even more questions to be answered, but it was hard to think when every inch of his body was aching and distracting him. ❝ Man, none of this bullshit is making sense to me. Did those guys drug me? This feels like a real bad fuckin’ trip, and I’ve never heard the word chimera before in my life. ❞

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grihm​:

⸸˖ ‒‒‒‒‒ 𝕴𝖙 𝖜𝖆𝖘𝖓'𝖙 𝖆𝖘 𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖚𝖌𝖍 𝕾𝖍𝖎𝖑𝖔𝖍 couldn’t see the appeal that her abilities might have to an ignorant stranger, as it all did sound pretty fascinating on a surface-level, but she was sure that even the most awe-struck of individuals would see things differently if they knew of the torment that came with the power. Truth be told though, Shiloh would have preferred that someone glorify her lifestyle if the alternative was a pity party. Besides, it wasn’t as though she genuinely cared about anyone’s opinion. They wouldn’t affect her.

            A nod of Shiloh’s head was given in response to Felix’s answer, a grin faintly drawing at her lips. She knew what sort of creature he was talking about, but she couldn’t say that she knew the name of it either. Those little dudes that have a flashlight poking outta their heads was about as good as she probably could have done too.

            Delicate fingers toyed with the fishnet stockings that covered her thighs, some of the fabric already torn with holes due to her fidgeting. It was rare that a new pair ever lasted her more than a month. ❝ I like the little flashlight dudes too, ❞ she agreed, a short pause following as she tried to figure out a bone to throw him. ❝ I’ve got a cool scar from a ghost with melting skin. That count? ❞

          Even with how little Felix had spoken to Shiloh, he could tell that she was weird, and it wasn’t the kind that he was used to either. The girls he knew were wild cards and sometimes outright crazy, but Shiloh was a different kind of weird. The best comparison he could think of was back in elementary, where someone would be singled out as an oddball and everyone would avoid them because they were just strange. That wasn’t necessarily a bad thing though, and obviously he wasn’t about to reenact the shit he would’ve done as a child.

          ❝ A ghost with melting skin? ❞ Felix asked, quirking a brow. Everything about the supernatural was still so fresh and new to him, and he’d barely even scratched the surface when it came to learning about it. Naturally, he was really curious about it and could probably spit out a hundred questions about it within the span of a few minutes. On the other hand, not knowing was probably wiser in some cases. ❝ Sure, that counts. Dunno how long you’re planning on sticking around for, but maybe you can tell me the story sometime, ❞ he suggested, shoulders shrugging. It was just an idea, nothing that he was trying to make into a solid plan. ❝ Yo, Soren! C’mon, dude. I’m gonna be joining the dead in here at this rate, ❞ he called out, wondering if his voice would reach the sailor’s ears or not.

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tracy  found  herself  following  felix  more  than  once,   and  she  always  kept  herself  out  of  sight   —–   kept  distance  between  them.   he'd  never  brought  it  up  in  conversation  before,   so  she  guessed  he'd  never  caught  her.   NOT  YET.   was  she  wrong  to  think  he  might  fall  into  a  bad  situation  and  need  help?   she  wasn't  sure  where  the  anxiety  stemmed  from  or  why  she  cared,   but  she  did.   perhaps  it  was  who  he  was,   someone  she  knew  had  a  habit  of  getting  into  trouble.   or  maybe  it  was  some  part  of  WHAT  she  was.   a  kanima  who  craved  a  connection,   a  werewolf  who  needed  a  pack.   she'd  chosen  him.

               her  suspicions  were  proven  correct  when  felix  was  suddenly  surrounded  by  shady-looking  men.   one  man  held  a  gun  in  his  hands,   yellow  slitted  eyes  paying  close  attention.   she  wouldn't  make  herself  known  until  she  knew  the  time  was  right.   they  were  all  human  —–   including  felix,   and  he  was  left  in  the  dark  entirely  when  it  came  to  her  species.   she  was  dangerous,   a  blood-thirsty  monster,   and  she  preferred  to  keep  it  to  herself  when  it  came  to  him,   unless  exposing  it  was  necessary.   at  this  moment,   she  knew  how  it  would  end.   it  would  be  necessary.

               it  wasn't  long  before  their  ‘talk'  had  become  violence,   and  felix  was  on  the  ground,   steel-toed  feet  stomping  against  his  ribs,   his  stomach  —–   even  his  head.   tracy  could  feel  the  anger  building,   burning  like  an  uncontrollable  fire  within  her  chest.   it'd  already  gone  too  far.   when  that  same  man  with  the  gun  raised  it,   a  ferocious  snarl  roared  out  from  between  bared  fangs.   of  course,   it  caught  their  attention.   all  eyes  on  the  trees.   she  emerged  with  supernatural  speed,   claws  and  tail  swinging  through  the  air,   causing  tears  and  rips  in  their  clothing  and  skin.

               every  man  had  dropped  to  the  ground  around  felix,   almost  like  some  sort  of  ritual,   eyes  blown  wide  with  terror,   and  it  was  likely  upon  the  realization  that  they  couldn’t  move.   another  roar  of  aggression,   slitted  eyes  scanning  each  man  quickly  before  glancing  at  felix.   she  knew  he  was  horrified;   she  could  feel  it.   she  wouldn't  let  anyone  hurt  him  again,   which  was  a  promise.

               these  men  weren't  getting  away  with  it.   not  one  of  them  would  live  on  to  be  considered  a  witness.   tracy  would  never  be  so  stupid.   (except  she'd  left  felix alive before,   and  she  would  again.    )   they  had  all  been  injected  with  paralytic  venom,   and  she  relished  in  the  look  of  dread  in  their  eyes  just  for  a  moment.   they  were  so  scared,   and  she  was  feeding  off  of  it;   they  knew  what  was  coming,   and  they'd  deeply  REGRET  their  decision.

               then  it  was  enough.   these  men's  fears  would  become  a  reality,   and  tracy  was  pleased  hers  would  be  the  last  face  they  ever  saw  before  they  took  their  last  breaths.   it  began,   claws  slashing  through  flesh,   ribs  CRACKING  under  the  force  of  each  swipe,   blood  spraying  through  the  air,   hitting  nearby  cars  and  coating  the  pavement.   she  didn't  let  up  until  their  intestines  were  splayed  free  beside  them.   her  clothes  were  drenched  in  crimson,   her  hair  was  caked  with  chunks  and  blood,   and  felix  was  likely  traumatized.

               once  she  could  no  longer  hear  their  hearts  beating,   she  headed  towards  felix,   and  a  bloodied  hand  reached  down  to  grip  his  wrist,   tugging  him  up  from  the  ground.   “    i  won’t  let  anything  happen  to  you,   ever  again.    ”   DEJA  VU.

          Getting into fights, especially in the part of the city where Felix lived, wasn’t an uncommon occurrence. He had scars on his knuckles from years of getting into fist fights with people, and in some cases, knives or guns would even be pulled on people to give them the upper hand. It’d been some time since he’d been jumped, Felix having a fair bit of street smarts and knowing what areas to avoid walking alone, but he’d had the misfortune of being followed and cornered by a group of men. Outnumbered, he knew that this situation could play out one of two ways: Either he’d be left severely injured, or they’d just kill him and he’d turn up as another nobody in the newspaper that would be forgotten about by the next day. The best option he had was to hold his tongue and do what he could to cooperate with them, but even that hadn’t been good enough for them.

          It wasn’t long before Felix found himself on the ground, struggling to block their movements as they began to relentlessly lay into him. Every time he tried to get up, another firm kick to his ribs would have him succumbing to the pain, his hands doing little to shield himself from the blunt force of their steel-toed boots. The panic really began to build when they went on to target his head as well, stomping against his skull and even his fingers when he tried to lessen the impact. His face was uncomfortably scraping against the pavement below him, body aching and protesting against his motions. This was it, he thought. The gun had finally been aimed at him, and there was no way for him to avoid it. Dying young had always been in the cards. He knew that much, but this? This wasn’t how he wanted to go out—and as if he’d pathetically beg for his life to men who would just laugh and mock him for it. Fuck that.

          Staring down the barrel of the gun, he’d been fully expecting for the trigger to be pulled when, instead, a loud snarling had grabbed their attention—even his own. He hardly had time to figure out what kind of dangerous animal was lurking nearby that had made that kind of unsettling noise, for someone or something had just appeared in the span of half a second. His eyes were wide while watching the scene play out in front of him, something bloodier and more graphic than any gory movie he’d ever seen before. Flesh, blood guts and sinew was everywhere, painting the walls, pavement, cars and whatever else happened to be nearby, and it was all due to a set of claws viciously tearing the men apart. If he didn’t end up dying tonight, it would be a memory that would surely follow him to his dreams.

          Even if he wanted to make a run for it, the bruising and aching all over his body wouldn’t allow him to get anywhere fast, so instead Felix remained frozen in place. Had just just died and gone to hell, which he knew would be a rightful place for him, and witnessed a literal demon? He couldn’t make sense of it, but whatever this thing was, she was downright terrifying and menacing. He was the last to be approached by her and could feel his heart beginning to hammer in his chest, eyes observing the chunks of blood and torn flesh that covered her from head to toe. Rather than tearing into him next, however, her actions had been gentle in comparison. A hand, slick with crimson, had pulled him up to his feet despite the groan that fell from between his lips in objection to the movements. Even her words had been kind, albeit unnerving. Why? Why did she care whether he lived or died?

          ❝ What the fuck are you? Keep your distance, ❞ Felix snapped, harshly pulling his hand away from her grasp and taking a few steps back until he was met with the chain link fence, which he hooked his fingers into to aid him with standing. Sure, she’d saved him from certain death and maybe he should’ve been thanking her, but like hell he was going to trust a thing that just ripped a bunch of men to shreds. ❝ They’re all—you just—❞ he couldn’t even find the words to describe what had just happened. ❝ Holy fuck. ❞

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               she  took  note  of  his  name  when  he  spoke,   felix.   she  paid  close  attention  to  his  heartbeat;   it  would  tell  her  whether  or  not  he  lied.   and  he  hadn’t.   nodding,   she  listened  to  his  spiel  about  places  she  could  stay.   she  didn't  care  if  the  location  was  sketchy;   she  could  handle  herself.   he  didn't  know  that,   or  at  least  to  its  full  extent.   tracy  had  no  issue  eliminating  anyone  she  felt  she  had  to  or  wanted  to   —–   which  made  her  very  untrustworthy,   especially  if  she  made  her  mind  up  upon  the  first  introduction.   in  that  case,  the  person's  fate  had  already  been  sealed.   until  they  reached  the  vehicle,   she  remained  silent,   as  if  she  needed  the  extra  time  to  think,   and  in  a  way,   she  did.

               she  kept  up  with  him  to  the  best  of  her  ability,   walking  up  to  the  passenger  door  in  time  for  him  to  unlock  it,   and  that's  when  she  grabbed  the  handle  to  let  herself  in.   she  hopped  in  and  pulled  the  door  closed,   reaching  for  the  seatbelt.   she  was  nearly  indestructible,   but  that  didn't  mean  she  wanted  to  be  thrown  from  a  car  if  they  happened  to  get  in  an  accident.   plus,   it  would  simply  add  to  the  argument  that  she  was  human.   she  could  hear  the  sirens  approaching,   causing  a  rush  of  adrenaline  that  clouded  her  senses.   how  thrilling.   it  was  far  louder  to  her  than  it  would  be  to  him,   which  only  added  to  the  excitement  she  felt.   they  really  had  to  get  out  of  there.

“    shady?”   she  finally  broke  the  silence  on  her  end,   shifting  her  body  to  face  him,   and  dark  eyes  examined  the  tattooed  skin  of  his  arms.   “    could  you  think  of  anywhere  better?    ”   her  eyebrows  furrowed,   then  she  gazed  out  the  window.   he  had  to  be  joking.   “    you  don't  think  i'd  be  an  easy  target?”   she  had  no  right  to  make  demands  or  pass  judgment,   but  at  her  size,   she  had  a  point.   especially  if  she  were  human.   did  he  want  her  to  get  hurt?

          Once Tracy had climbed on into the car, Felix wasted no time in stepping on the gas the moment he heard the passenger door swing shut. Even as they put some distance between the vehicle and the house where a dead man lay in a pool of blood, he was still feeling very much so on edge. His mind filled with thoughts of investigators finding evidence and then him being tracked down and thrown behind bars. With all the new, fancy technology they had these days, it was harder to get away with certain crimes.

          Eyes momentarily leaving the road, Felix glanced over to see Tracy sporting a frown on her face. Obviously, his suggestion wasn’t one that was sitting well with her, but it only elicited laughter from him in response. ❝ Tell you what, little Miss Murder, I’m your getaway driver right now, so we’ll go where I fucking wanna go. You can get your ass out and walk to the nearest five star hotel if you’re so picky, ❞ he stated, his tone firm but still holding a hint of playfulness to it. This situation was anything but funny, but it was humorous that she was actually trying to make demands after she’d just killed someone with a TV and dragged him into the mess. Besides, humor was just another way of coping with shitty situations.

          ❝ If this is your excuse to try to come with me to my place, you can just say you wanna fuck me. Seriously, you don’t have to try so hard. You’re cute enough, ❞ Felix added, his gaze directed in front of him while a cheeky smile tugged at his lips.

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dont flirt with me cus ima flirt back and you gon catch feelings & im not

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