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I made you some blueberry muffins, Darlin, hope you don't mind!

Strade wiggles his fingers. “Oooh, don’t mind if I do.”

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How would someones night go if they wanted to sleep with you once meeting u in the bar? Didnt know any of the other stuff, and would rightly be terrified.

“I’ve gotten a few people to come home with me that way,” Strade nods. “It ends just the same way they all do, unfortunately.”

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So how strong are you exactly?

Strade flexes an arm. He’s no bodybuilder, but his bicep strains the cuff of his shirt. You can’t plunge a knife into as many stomachs as Strade has without gaining a little muscle.

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*head pats and lots of love for strade*

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What would you do if a victim of yours just giggled and laughed no matter what you did to them

“That’d be creepy. I’d probably set them on fire after I eviscerated them, just in case.”

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What’s your favorite dad joke? I’m curious to see what your humor is like

Strade is already failing to hold back a snicker at his hilarious joke. “Whenever Ren makes pasta.. and there’s a different kind of noodle in it...” He covers his mouth and giggles for a bit. “... he calls it an impasta. And I can’t fuckin’ handle it it’s so goddamn funny.”

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Hey Strade, if your victim, who you were planning to kill, would ask you to keep them as pets or something, would you keep em or still kill them?

“That depends. If they asked me on day 1, then no. But if they stuck it out, and were just begging for their life... I might say yes.”

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ah but Consider: "please, Master, stop, you're hurting me"?

“Ahh,” Strade says, considering this indeed. “I’m still just unsure of ‘master’ as a title. It implies they’re in some kind of servitude to me. When really I would have taken what I wanted whether they owed it to me or not.”

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What are your favorite food(s)?

“Anything Ren cooks, and a cold beer,” Strade says. He kisses his fingers. “Magnifiqué.”

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Favorite bone?

Strade claps. “Ribs! So important and yet so fragile! They break off so easily, and the way the ribcage flutters when the toy is breathing too fast... ah.” He puts his hand to his forehead, swooning. “I end up playing with them every time. I can’t resist.”

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What were you like in high school?

“Oh, I was just like anyone else. Quiet, kinda lazy, kept to myself. I had decent enough grades that I pretty much slipped completely under the radar.”

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whats been the most exciting way you've killed someone yet?

Strade rubs his arms, suppressing a shiver. He clicks his tongue. “I’m... a sucker for the classics. Any night that ends with fucking the wounds -” he rolls his head back on his shoulders, his voice now a little wistful, “- keeps me riled up for days.”

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What made you attracted to other peoples pain?

He shrugs. “I used to think everyone was. It was so natural that I didn’t question it for a long time.

“What makes you attracted to people who like inflicting pain?” he hums. “It’s not as straightforward a question as it sounds, is it?”

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"What do you say to a couple beers my treat?" Grins wide holding out a cold beer.

Strade grabs the glass. Only a fool would turn down free alcohol.

“Danke, my friend,” he says. He leans over and taps on the rim of your glass. “I love this place. I always meet likeminded people.”

Something glitters in your drink, just for a second. Strade keeps your gaze and smiles.

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Honestly I love you

“Isn’t that a little strong right off the bat?” Strade grins, twirling the hunting knife in his fingers. “Don’t you think you should come get to know me first?”

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Have you ever done something out of the ordinary for any of your victims? Whether it’s nice or not haha

“I like to think each of my guests gets their own special treatment,” he says. “I’ve never done exactly the same thing twice... although, I do save the really good stuff for the ones that prove they can take a beating.”

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Has anyone told you how beautiful your eyes are?~

He puts a hand over his heart and shrugs his shoulders, taking the compliment in stride. He clicks his tongue. “Aren’t you just a sweetheart.”