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By 七瀬(仮)
Private property.
Private property = A dumping ground for the bodies.
THAT SCREWED UP MAYOR LEFT ME WITH THESE THINGS. I HAVE NOTHING TO DO WITH THIS.
Then why not let me down into the basement? If there are no new victims down there then there's nothing to fear.
i have no idea what i'm doing anymore
THEY CAME WITH THE HOUSE.
I don't believe that for a second, you shitstain
I don’t know… what you’re talking about…?
I'm pretty sure you're some sort of kidnapper I mean look at you. You're the exact kind of creep that would pull bullshit like that. I bet there are like 600 bodies in the basement of your stupid ass mansion
#burn hidenori tabata
is suddenly reconsidering cutting off contact with this kid
No.
I don't think the police will get that angry if I get rid of a kidnapper
Is once again reconsidering his plans to DESTROY HIDENORI TABATA
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Alexander’s actions didn’t surprise Kyoya as much as it probably should have. He didn’t even flinch at the soft hissing sound of the cigarette burning the other’s skin, before the fire was completely out. Still, he couldn’t help but think that the brat couldn’t be just any person, in order to do such a thing — but he wouldn’t prod, because he really didn’t care.
Lambo seemed impatient and unhappy with the lack of attention, and so kept pushing her face against the skylark’s side. Unfortunately for the cow, Kyoya was good with keeping his balance, and just patted her head in order to make her calm down. It was Alexander’s question that had him sighing out heavily a second later, and the raven clicked his tongue.
"How troublesome." The words came out as a grunt, loud and clear, before he turned around, pulling the cow along by her collar. "Come on." A building that looked pretty much like a simple house, stood on the right side of the Shrine, and he expected the younger male to obediently follow as he made his way over there. That was supposed to be the Head Priest’s house, so there should be a trashcan in there somewhere, right?
He made sure to stay several paces behind the man, practically staring holes into his back. Hiding something, hiding something... Maybe he was a cop or something? Or he killed that chick himself? Nah, nah, he seemed like the type to stay with the law... Probably.
Small and simple- a staff housing facility? Alexander didn't know much about religion, but he knew that Christian Priests lived next to their churches, so maybe it was the same here. Probably the best for them to be as close to work as possible, so they could tend to midnight prayer shit or something like that.
He entered the building once the taller man opened the door for him, and quickly dumped the ashes into a bin by the wall. There was a tiny pot mark on his skin where the embers had caught and burned him- whatever; that kind of mark would be gone in less than a week. Barely even stung.
Still, he should probably remember to not smoke on religious grounds.
"Who's place is this? Must be stuffy, living at a shrine." he announced, wiping the last of the ashes off his skin.
The Beast by N a i
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Kyoya couldn’t say what pissed him off more: Alexander’s obnoxious laughter, or the fact he was tainting the Shrine’s grounds with the ashes of his cigarette. In any case, the raven didn’t have much time to dwell on his own irritation as the other’s question reached his ears, and he paused for a second.
Should he tell Alexander that the police had not been contacted about that? That it hadn’t been the defense force the one to retrieve the body and investigate the case?
Such details shouldn’t be exposed however — so the skylark just shrugged, eyes shifting to the cow next to him as Lambo pressed her face against his side once again, as if trying to get his attention. “Ah. I haven’t heard anything from them about it. Perhaps they haven’t found anything yet.” The lie escaped easily through his teeth.
And then he stared once again at the blond, this time with a frown. “Also, refrain from dirtying this place.” Pointed nod at the cig in his hands.
He glanced at his cigarette, briefly pondering what to do with it before he shrugged and crushed it in his hand. It burned for a minute, of course, but it was nothing. The heat of a cigarette was so minuscule it'd barely leave a scar.
On another note, the other was clearly hiding something. Alexander was quite experienced with reading liars, and he knew there was information being withheld. Perhaps he had heard something, but deemed it unnecessary for some bratty stranger to know. But still, he was curious- should he try to weasel something out of the guy? Maybe.
"Got a trashcan, then?" he motioned with his fist, still clenched around the warm remains of his cigarette. The dude would probably be more pissed if he tossed the shit on the ground, so now he'd have to take him somewhere.
He nods of the words the other says, not pleased with the way the younger handles his words— half because he doesn’t fully understand what he’s trying to say.
"…It’s… the what?"
Oh my god. How old was this guy? Like, 200?
"It's the shit. The shit. You know, like the greatest lumps of gummy bullcrap known to mankind."
Hugging teddy bear ~~~~~~~
But…Oliver….That is my teddy QAQ!!!!!!!! He has stayed with me for over 12 years TTvTT
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That kind of answer had been more than expected, and Kyoya simply rolled his eyes.
Goddamn this brat.
The sight of Alexander getting himself a cigarette though was kind of unnerving, considering the boy’s extremely young appearance. So the raven just grimaced and turned around from it, hooking his fingers around the leather collar around the cow’s neck to pull her back to her place. It’s not like and Alexander had anything to talk about anyways, right?
He stopped on his tracks, however, when the blond’s question reached his ears, and Kyoya arched an eyebrow and turned his face just enough to stare at him.
"It’s none of your business either." And he retorted back, as childishly as it could sound.
When the other responded, Alexander couldn't help but laugh. He started cackling, fingers tightening around his cigarette and a smile forming on his face. That was so fucking lame- wow, the guy sounded almost as childish as he did. And that was an achievement. Shit, he hadn't expected anything but super serious responses from this dude- guess he was wrong.
He wiped the tears from his eyes after a moment, deciding to not bother explaining exactly why he found that statement so funny. With a flick of his wrist to get rid of the ashes on his cigar, his face returned to it's usual mildly annoyed expression.
"Yeah, yeah. I guess if I don't tell you shit you don't have to tell me shit either, huh?" he mused, the cigarette half on his lips. "Which kind of reminds me- do you know if the cops got anywhere with that body we found? I lost track of it a few months back." He made sure to pose the question casually- he didn't want the other to know how interested he was in the case. If it went cold, well...
That would probably be better for him, anyways.
"Excuse me, but what you are eating is JUNK!
"Please consider the nutritional value of what you were seconds away from consuming."
He completely ignored the strange man who was now yelling at him and continued to shove the bag of what is essentially solid sugar into his mouth.
"Fuck you, man. Coca-Cola gummies are the shit, and if you don't think so then you can get out of my face."