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"I’m not going anywhere!"

"Why am I even friends with you?"

#filstombe #c: zarah

"But this is my face. You’ve a problem with that?"

#bear hugs back #filstombe #c: zarah

"---------------------- I'm taking you home. You're going home."

"No, I am not." He is.

#LAEHFLJWFNKA YES #c: zarah #filstombe

"You never pull faces like that when you're sober."

"DO I SOUND DRUNK TO YOU?"

#yooooooo~#filstombe #c: zarah

"You are drunk, asshole."

"Your ugly wig does nothing but remind me that I’m not even in my original body. Plus, blonde doesn’t suit you."

"Shush----------- Such a hothead. Oh wait; oops. Hope that doesn't get on your nerves."

#perfectxruin #c: zarah

”Then take that ugly wig off your head. You’re talking to me, not to a drug dealer.”

"What the hell's my wig supposed to do with me killing you?" Sigh, she takes off the wig.

#c: zarah #perfectxruin

”You are going to, whether you fucking like it or not.”

#c: zarah #laughs for a thousand years #perfectxruin

"Excuse you, I didn't sign up for this shit."

#perfectxruin #c: zarah

"I am not going to kill you."

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Azrael watched the man step into view, crossing her arms over her chest and sitting into her hip. He wasn’t human, that was for sure. And he read angel, though not one that she recognized. Regardless, Az knew better than to take chances, and she made sure to stay alert as long as they stood there talking. “For the most part,” the angel replied, flipping her chocolate-brown curls over her shoulder. “Unfortunately, you are the first to do so tonight,” she added, though her tone isn’t annoyed as much as it is amused. Maybe Az shouldn’t be so quick to assume things but…he doesn’t seem like a threat. “I’m going to assume you were following me for a reason though, right?”

#it is important and why people think otherwise is actually beyond me ._.#i'm really sorry for the lateness of this #c: scott #deathsangelisntdead

Hands jam into his jacket's pockets as he searched his mind for an answer. He was supposed to be home by now but what was he doing? He just disturbed a woman, if that was what she was, all because there was something about her that didn't say human. "Yes, there's a reason. Of course," he began, nodding his head. "Just that ----- Well, let me be just honest; You don't seem human. If that's what my senses say so." Scott continued, absently scratching his neck. "And rarely do I see beings, nowadays, that aren't human so I guess I got curious."

( the sinister smile doesn’t leave her lips as she let out a breathe. eyes dart to her shoes and back at the woman, the girl lost in thought as to why she was being followed when she clearly remembered not doing anything offensive or suspicious enough to this stranger. after all, it was just her other self that she done some faults. like terrifying her in the middle of the afternoon by mimicking her every movement. but that’s how doppelgangers were expected to act after all when they were in their other self’s universe and not their own. she tilts her head to the left then to the right in a teasing manner, killing time, before she actually answers the woman. )

”Perhaps. But what is said reason? Did I do something to offend you?”

#frick you marie #shut up #perfectxruin #c: seraphina

( no matter how much seraphina wanted this girl to stop wasting time and just answer her, she dare not break the silence the between and instead waits. after all, patience is a virtue. even though she was actually running out of time. there was a war going on somewhere and she was here, interrogating a girl that had something . . . off about her. it felt as if she was out of place but if in a good or bad manner the angel cannot say so. she watches, her patience slowly wearing thin before she, at last, hears the girl's response. )

"Definitely no. Yet . . . I'm going to be honest and frank with you, when I say that I sense something different about you. And it deeply alarms me, troubles me."

( no, she's not afraid that she just said that to this stranger. why does it matter even? if this girl managed to harm her, she wouldn't be hurt in the slightest. so to say, she was already used to these kinds of encounters. )

i'M BACK

#outoftricks;

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“I don’t know. Yet I trust my senses enough to know that something is off to me about you.”

#that's fine :3 forgive me for the lateness of this reply too #and office work is driving me crazy so #loweredinduties #c: scott

"I've a hunch that the 'off' thing about me is because I'm fallen. Am I right or is it something else?"

( she slows down her pace, eventually bringing a stop to her steps. a sigh escapes her lips, a hand reaches to tuck a lock of raven-hair behind her ear. the presence of another lingered on the cool night air, possibly about to ruin her night. even doppelgangers needed time to their selves; it’s not every second of every day that she wanted to haunt her other self. she looks up, seeing not a star to accompany the lonely moon in the dark sky, before finally looking behind her her shoulder, dark piercing eyes gazing at the stranger as a sinister smile crept to her lips. )

”Is there a sufficient reason as to why you’re following me?”