These are dark times...

"Well, you see…" Clay sighed and rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly as he walked behind her. The problem was that he felt like he was letting Rily down.

"I’m a spy. Against the government. An assassin- a killer, whatever you want to call it,"

"Oh that's nice," Riley said

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Clay stared at her for a few moments before backing away slightly.

"No, that's not nice, at all! I kill for a living! I'm not going to bring you into that," he murmured, before turning and beginning to walk back out toward the bakery door.

Flicking her bright blue hair over her shoulder, she surveyed the other before her with crimson eyes. That with her almost white skin and fangs that she wasn’t trying too hard to conceal, she practically...

Without speaking, Yazmina grabbed his chin, and pushed his lip up with her thumb. Sure enough, he had sharp fangs that were only found on a vampire. "Well, there's no doubt you're a vampire..." She mused, releasing her grip on his face, before folding her arms. "So, are you craving blood yet? It won't be long..."

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"No! Of course not!" Clay huffed, only slightly disgusted. Sure, he may kill on a daily basis, and occasionally he would get blood in his mouth - but it wasn't like he enjoyed it. The actual idea of drinking it for survival almost made the spy sick.

"As I told you, I'm just going to return to my normal, human life and live out the last of my days as a spy." Clay smirked and tapped his foot on the ground.

A girl, with long wavy blonde hair, who was wearing an apron came through the door that leads into the kitchen, she had her head down. When she got to the till she looked up and you could see her bright blue eyes. “Hello, my name is Rily. What can I get you?” She asked…

“I don’t reme how long I have had my bakery 4/5 years maybe. I do remember that my friend was in a coma for four years before I started my own bakery. His name was Clay. He wanted to be an astronaut and kept say he was going to be one and I baker with my own bakery. I miss him but more more about me. What do you want I have chocolate brownies, shortbread and lots lots more.” She tucked a strand of hair that had fallen onto her face beside her ear and smiled. She want to tell Clay she knew who he was and ask if he remebered her.

Clay gave the girl a questioning look before sliding his knife out of his boot, how on the earth did this girl know everything about him? Suddenly, he recognised her, even if only a little.

"W..wait! Rily? Rily, the one from before…?"

“Clay I have missed you so much I didn’t know you were alive before you walked into my shop.” Rily run out from behind the counter with her hands behind her back. She stopped right infront of clay and brought out a brownie from behind her back and said ” it free and just for you.”

Clay grinned and hugged her briefly before taking it from her hands. “Ahh~ Rily thanks so much! Hey, look at you! You’ve come so far, it’s great to see that you’ve finally achieved your ambition,”

He flinched as he realised what his own life was. Messed up and dangerous. He wasn’t an astronaut - not even respectable. He was a killer

"but it’s probably for the best if you don’t get involved with the likes of me,"

“Why Clay? I don’t see anything wrong. You seem the same. I know that your not an astronaut the doctors told me that you couldn’t because of the nick in your heart.” Riley said as she brought Clay behind the counter and into the kitchen and on into her living room.

#bakery-girl-2 #IC #long post ;;#on mobile

"Well, you see..." Clay sighed and rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly as he walked behind her. The problem was that he felt like he was letting Rily down.

"I'm a spy. Against the government. An assassin- a killer, whatever you want to call it,"

A girl, with long wavy blonde hair, who was wearing an apron came through the door that leads into the kitchen, she had her head down. When she got to the till she looked up and you could see her bright blue eyes. “Hello, my name is Rily. What can I get you?” She asked…

“I don’t reme how long I have had my bakery 4/5 years maybe. I do remember that my friend was in a coma for four years before I started my own bakery. His name was Clay. He wanted to be an astronaut and kept say he was going to be one and I baker with my own bakery. I miss him but more more about me. What do you want I have chocolate brownies, shortbread and lots lots more.” She tucked a strand of hair that had fallen onto her face beside her ear and smiled. She want to tell Clay she knew who he was and ask if he remebered her.

Clay gave the girl a questioning look before sliding his knife out of his boot, how on the earth did this girl know everything about him? Suddenly, he recognised her, even if only a little.

"W..wait! Rily? Rily, the one from before…?"

“Clay I have missed you so much I didn’t know you were alive before you walked into my shop.” Rily run out from behind the counter with her hands behind her back. She stopped right infront of clay and brought out a brownie from behind her back and said ” it free and just for you.”

#bakery-girl-2 #on mobile

Clay grinned and hugged her briefly before taking it from her hands. "Ahh~ Rily thanks so much! Hey, look at you! You've come so far, it's great to see that you've finally achieved your ambition,"

He flinched as he realised what his own life was. Messed up and dangerous. He wasn't an astronaut - not even respectable. He was a killer

"but it's probably for the best if you don't get involved with the likes of me,"

A girl, with long wavy blonde hair, who was wearing an apron came through the door that leads into the kitchen, she had her head down. When she got to the till she looked up and you could see her bright blue eyes. “Hello, my name is Rily. What can I get you?” She asked…

“I don’t reme how long I have had my bakery 4/5 years maybe. I do remember that my friend was in a coma for four years before I started my own bakery. His name was Clay. He wanted to be an astronaut and kept say he was going to be one and I baker with my own bakery. I miss him but more more about me. What do you want I have chocolate brownies, shortbread and lots lots more.” She tucked a strand of hair that had fallen onto her face beside her ear and smiled. She want to tell Clay she knew who he was and ask if he remebered her.

#bakery-girl-2 #on mobile

Clay gave the girl a questioning look before sliding his knife out of his boot, how on the earth did this girl know everything about him? Suddenly, he recognised her, even if only a little.

"W..wait! Rily? Rily, the one from before...?"

Flicking her bright blue hair over her shoulder, she surveyed the other before her with crimson eyes. That with her almost white skin and fangs that she wasn’t trying too hard to conceal, she practically screamed vampire.

"Well,...

She scoffed, "That's your plan? Believe me, that doesn't work. I tried living normally when they first turned me. Lasted about a month before I killed my parents and went on the run." She shrugged, before looking at him sternly "Believe me, it won't work. There's no way you'll survive."

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"I dont have any parents! It'll work fine!" Clay snapped at her, turning away and pulling his coat over his shoulders. He didn't want to believe it. It couldn't be true, right? He just couldn't be a vampire! No, that was just silly. Of course he wasn't, it was all just one big practical joke on a well known spy.

A girl, with long wavy blonde hair, who was wearing an apron came through the door that leads into the kitchen, she had her head down. When she got to the till she looked up and you could see her bright blue eyes. “Hello, my name is Rily. What can I get you?” She asked politely. She move her hair out of her eyes to see if it was one of her regulars but it was not. This to Rily by surprise and she jumped but quickly composing herself. She knew who it was but didn’t say anything to him.

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Clay stared blankly at the girl for a few moments before re-adjusting his visor and running a hand down the edge of his wrist, down and over his watch, one of his many nervous habits.

"Oh! You must be the owner of this place! I guess it's cool to meet you, Riley," he replied as he looked around the small room and all of its decor. It was a pleasing layout, and even the spy found himself growing attached to the place.

"Ah, I was actually going to ask about this place. How long have you had it for?"

Flicking her bright blue hair over her shoulder, she surveyed the other before her with crimson eyes. That with her almost white skin and fangs that she wasn’t trying too hard to conceal, she practically screamed vampire.

"Well, my name’s Yazmina...

"What do you mean, 'those ridiculous clothes'?" She raised an eyebrow. Yazmina was dressed in a black martial arts uniform, with a matching belt tied around her front. It was her everyday attire, as fighting was her speciality. The vampire could take down any number of people at a time.

"That means you're still young..." She sighed. Everything she thought had been confirmed. It wasn't exactly hard to guess, to be fair... "You've got a lot to learn, kid." She shrugged, still smirking.

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"I mean the ones you're wearing," Clay smirked, hand on his hip as he mocked the vampire in front of him. Okay, maybe that wasn't the best idea, but it seemed like she'd be fun to annoy.

At her next statement, he tilted his head slightly and watched her. He had a lot to learn? Clay for one didn't think so. Then again, Clay didn't really believe that he had changed.

"No. I'm going to forget all about this and return to my normal life,"

Flicking her bright blue hair over her shoulder, she surveyed the other before her with crimson eyes. That with her almost white skin and fangs that she wasn’t trying too hard to conceal, she practically screamed vampire.

"Well, my name’s Yazmina Krakedragon. And I...

She felt a smirk tug at the corner of her mouth. She was right, there was something different about him, and it was exactly what she thought it was. Yazmina wasn't an idiot, very much the opposite.

"A vampire? Well, today's your lucky day, kid." She folded her arms, baring her fangs briefly, "It just happens that I am too." The vampire twirled a lock of hair between her fingers as she continued, "I take it you've only just been turned?

She almost felt sorry for him. Being a vampire wasn't easy, and it took a lot of time to get used to this. She regretted her decision of being turned immensely, and if there was a way to turn back, she'd certainly take it.

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“You are? I guess I should’ve known. Normal people probably don’t wander around at night, especially not in those ridiculous clothes you’re wearing. So yeah, I could believe you were a vampire,”

Clay grinned and ran his hand down the edge of his wrist and watch, something he did when he was nervous. So this girl was another vampire? She sure didn’t look like one, but then again, he probably didn’t look like one either.

"Yeah, just now I finished. Why?”

InternationalTerran :::Clay Terran Roleplay Blog::: International Spy AU

"In this world, you either live or you die. There is no third option, for these are dark times,"

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#internationalterran #promo;;#look who drew a thing #yes that is my crappy art at the top

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Another night hunting. Yazmina was tired, and just wanted to head home. Not that she would sleep, of course, probably just mope around the house for the rest of the day. She just didn’t want to be disturbed, and be alone for a while.

She missed the times she went hunting with her older brother, but that was so long ago now… Only a distant memory to the vampire. She’d been doing this for almost four hundred years now, and was normally more energetic than she was now.

And what she really didn’t want was to walk straight into somebody as she went. He looked kinda young, but definitely wasn’t human. He didn’t smell like it. Was he… A vampire too? She adopted a smile before speaking.

"Can I help you, kid?"

#theimmortalclub #IC #{Lit #Paragraph}#Btw I'm expreimenting with moon pronouns so just ignore me using moon instead of he #vampire!Clay

Clay glanced around. Of all the jobs moon could do - moon knew that being a spy was probably one of the most dangerous. What moon definitely hadn't expected was to be changed into a vampire while doing moons job.

When the girl approached moon, Clay took a step back and looked at her strangely for a few moments. It wasn't very usual for people to be out this late, unless of course you were a vampire or had a job to do.

"Ummm.... who are you?" Clay had already tried moon spy watch, but for some reason it couldn't scan the girl in. Was she even alive? Or was she dead? If the watch couldn't pick her up, what exactly was she?

The vampire rubbed the back of moons neck, eyes focused hazily on the ground before moon. It didn't seem like the girl would try to trick moon, but with a job like moons you couldn't be too careful. Everything was up for grabs if someone realised who you were.

"I mean, if I don't know you, I don't know if you can help me or not,"

Bakery-girl-2 started following you! Clay stopped and peered in the bakery window. It was a queer little place - and it looked alright for a place he could stop off in mid-mission. Pausing for a few moments, he shook his head and pushed the door open, entering the bakery. "Anybody at home?"

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It was amazing how irritated lun was right now. Clay was perfectly fine with another death threat, but this kid was a cocky piece of shit. Not to mention said cocky piece of shit had it out for luns boyfriend. The fact that William wouldn’t shut up wasn’t helping anyone, either. Alright Terran, take a deep breath, you can walk away whenever after all. You’ll be gone in a few minutes and hopefully the punk will never be at your throat again.

❝Not if the cat has the intentions of hurting my queen. It’s nice to see you can spot a threat though, hopefully you’re smart enough to back off too.❞

Alright, lun couldn’t help but laugh. That was funny, moon actually believed that Clay wasn’t perfectly aware that they had the exact same fingeprints.

❝And I’ll let you in on a little secret, I know. It’s happened before, surprisingly enough this wouldn’t be the first time I would have been accused of murder. Seriously kid, I can get out of anything, it’s best if you just back down while you—❞

Did moon seriously just do that? Did luns alternate seriously just rub someone else’s blood on luns cheek? Lun should tase the kid right now and walk away whilst lun still could, but lun couldn’t move. That was way too unexpected and way too disturbing for lun to do anything. Well, lun might actually throw up, since lun was feeling a bit nauseous right about now due to the smell of blood.

It took Clay a good minute or two to recompose lunself. It took a good amount of willpower not to freak out right about now. Blood just wasn’t a thing that could settle with lun anymore. Lun always ended up thinking about that time where— No, nope. Not going there right now. Clay had to stay cool.

❝You’re. You— No. You’re not cute in the slightest. You’re definitely not the Clay I knew way back when. Moon wouldn’t. Moon… Seikō.❞

Lun should have just tased moon earlier, before the blood was on luns face. Before that disgusting smell made its way into luns nostrils and filled luns

every being with it. You don’t smell blood unless there’s lots of it, and whenever Clay had smelt blood, someone was close to dying, one time they pretended they were. Either way, lun couldn’t take this, the blood had to get off lun.

Clay couldn’t let go of William, and moving the taser away was obviously out of the question. Luns heart was racing, and on the inside could slowly start to feel luns world crash all around lun. Talking of romance whilst a knife to lun brought back memories. A kiss. A threat. Another kiss, more forced. The panic that welled up inside lun. Suddenly seeing Apollo there. Why was he there? Clay had stabbed him. Made him fall out a window. But it wasn’t Apollo, right? That was the Phantom. At least that’s what Clay was told.

Lun couldn’t speak for a moment, and had to hold luns breath to be sure lun didn’t let that awful smell back in. Luns body had stiffened and despite the fact lun had been drowned in awful memories and flashbacks, lun tried to be sure that whatever consciousness lun had did its best to make sure the kid didn’t know lun was freaking out on the inside.

After a good long while, it stopped. It stopped and Clay could figure out what was going on. Something about murder? Apollo? Someone wanted him dead. Not Clay though, of course not Clay. Clay was always fine, it was always Apollo who was in the most danger. Lun felt guilty, he didn’t deserve any of that after all. There was also a part about making lun love luns insane alternate? That was never going to happen, no matter what they put lun through.

Now let’s just see if Clay could prevent luns words from getting too shaky, or even form decent sentences at this point. Usually at a time like this, Japanese took over English, panic reverting lun to luns native tongue.

❝But why would anyone want Apollo dead? He’s an asshole in court, yeah. But still, that’s no reason to kill him. He’s doing his job. I. I can’t believe you’re killing for money. That’s disgusting.❞

Clay had met multiple murderers in luns life, some of which lun thought were pretty cool. Maybe it was the fact none of them threatened luns boyfriend, or the fact they all seem more collected, or maybe even the fact they weren’t Clay, just made them so much better than the kid standing right in front of lun.

❝No one can make me love you. It doesn’t work like that. It’s only going to make me hate you more. I mean, do you really think I’d love my boyfriends murderer?❞

Lun still hadn’t a clue why lun would be on somebody’s hit list. Lun never really did a whole lot of anything to make people hate lun. Maybe it was an astronaut thing. Or a GYAXA thing. Actually, it could more than likely just be a Clay Terran thing.

As soon as the knife was pushed forward, Clay jabbed the taser into the other’s chest. The trigger wasn’t pulled. Shit, why couldn’t lun pull it? It wouldn’t be the first time lun would have used this. Why the hell couldn’t lun do it?

❝Y-Y-You just stay back! You’re not attractive! You’re not even sane! I’m never going to like you! So if that’s all you want just LEAVE!❞

Voice and body trembling, tears pricking at luns vision, panic was just radiating off of Clay. God, lun fucked up with that. Lun was so fucked now, it was ridiculous.

#constellationterran #IC #*cackles evilly*#okay no #but seriously this is the REAL Clay the spy #he's actually a really emotional and weak person #so....#blood mention ;;#murder mention #blades ;;#pda #gun mention ;;#assault mention ;;#long post ;;#yeah no but its all okay! Long posts make me happy :3

Clay rolled his eyes, a slightly proud look crossing moons features, before falling into another frown as moon remembered the state moons own universe was in. They needed moons alternate - as well as Apollo Justice's blood. Cautiously, moon wiped moons hands on the side of moons clothes, leaving dark red stains behind. Moon grimaced a little at the state of moonself before licking the blood off the edge of the knife - it wasn't like they had any water nearby, and moon didn't like the knife being coated in blood.

"Maybe the cat in that saying really was going to assassinate the queen - we just don't know. It could be possible, and in that case I'll look at Apollo anyway I want, and there's nothing a weak loser like you can do about it,"

Moon grinned and fiddled nervously with moons watch, before sliding a small white lighter out of his pocket. The lighter seemed to be flip-open, with a small earth emblem engraved on one side.

"You think that's funny? Well maybe I've planted a lot of evidence pointing to you. Such as a certain HAT-2 jacket and a GYAXA pocket knife... There's no escaping this time,"

Moon laughed a little at the other's expression as the red liquid dripped down across luns face. It was actually moons own blood, not that moon was going to let moons alternate know that. The blood seemed to be having a bit of an effect on moons alternate, and that just seemed to hype moon up even more.

"Actually, I am the exact same Clay you once knew. I've just become.... stronger. For your information, a lot of the girls I know think I'm cute, and before you ask no they are not a bunch of raving psychos,"

Moon stiffed as he noticed the blood taking effect and laughed, but the laugh was hollow - completely void of emotion as he smiled and tilted his head to the side - wondering what on earth the other was seeing. Apparently, it must be vivid as he could see nervous and scared signs coming from the other. moon flicked on his watch and scanned the other for his emotions, turns out he had been correct. Whatever lun was seeing, it wasn't pretty, or in any way nice.

"...Clay? Clay are you okay? Is it something to do with the blood? Dear god if it is I'm sorry!" moon wasn't entirely sure why these words were tumbling from moons mouth, but it was definitely a hint that the old Clay was in there somewhere, hidden behind emotional walls. Moon shook slightly, gripping his alternate by the shoulders.

Shit, I have no idea how to handle situations like these.

So he did the only thing he could, despite the fact that it was probably the wrong thing to do, moon leaned forward and gave his alternate a tiny kiss - an innocent one.

Moon was glad when the other seemingly snapped out of the memory, although moon was still worried.

"There are a billion and one reasons people want Apollo dead that I could mention - but one of my reasons is that my employer thinks he will bring us out of the Dark Ages. Sorry, but I don't think you should know what those are, but I'll tell you one thing. In my world, it's either kill or be killed, live or die. There is no third option, not for anybody."

Moon stepped back after telling the truth and hung moons head, ashamed of moons actions. It seemed that moon had broken out of the psychotic hold that had been over moon.

"Well generally I just assault or steal, but occasionally, yes, I will murder for money. It's what keeps me alive and well. Although I tend to charge more for a murder, takes a lot of time and preparation, y'know? Well, you probably wouldn't know, but hey, maybe one day you will,"

Moon froze a little, but to be honest moon had been expecting lun to say that, because it was true, after all.

"Yeah, I'm aware how that works. I know that I can't force anybody to love me, because those who do just use me for their own gain,"

It was true, moon had never actually been in a stable relationship, and it had grown to the point that moon was terrified of being in a relationship - for fear that moon would be manipulated and used, again.

Clay shook moons head, gaze fixed on the ground as the taser was shoved onto moons chest. Moon braced moonself for the shock, but to moons surprise, it never came. Why wasn't it there? Why was lun holding back? Moon blinked a few times in confusion.

"..." Alright, something was definitely wrong with moon. Moon stepped backward, further away from moons alternate in a slight amount of shock. Why on earth hadn't moon been tased? Moon didn't know, but moon had been through too much stress tonight.

So moon took moons own knife and threw it to the ground behind lun, too far away for moon to reach it without the other beating moon to it. All of the emotions - human emotions - came flooding back. All of them, each and every one that he had blocked out years previously were back, and moon found himself biting moons lip until it bled to stop moonself from crying.

"I... I'm sorry! I don't want to have to do this, but I've been hired and I can't do anything about it! It's the Phantom that hired me against my own will, and I'm just so scared! If I don't do what he says, he'll kill me. You're right,"

Moon clicked the lighter's emblem and it became a small handgun. Moon loaded a bullet in the gun and pressed it into luns hands before stepping back.

"I'm not here to kill you. I'm here to get you to kill me,"

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Although Juniper hadn’t seen what it was exactly Clay had just hid from her, she caught just a glimpse of it. It wasn’t all to colorful for one thing, maybe a hint of red? It didn’t like it was anything soft either. There were a million guesses as to what it was, so maybe it was just better to ask.

❝Clay, hello! It’s been going great! But um, not to be nosy or anything, but what’s behind your back?❞

#shinoboomorizumi #IC #blades ;;

Clay had decided, moon wouldn't lie to moons girlfriend - no matter the cost. Wearily, moon showed her the bloodstained knife, lifting it up. Moon felt awful about this, especially since Junie was going to be a judge. Moon was happy for her - moon truly, truly was but... would this mean she would have to arrest moon?

"... It's a knife, Junie."

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He was pretty sure he saw a blur move. Not he had caught it for not more than a split second, so he couldn’t really judge. Besides, something of that size and speed? He didn’t know of any animals that could move that quick with that size. Yet at the same time, he had a feeling that he hadn’t just been imagining something move, and that suspicion wouldn’t fade no matter how hard he tried. Maybe he was just paranoid because he’d heard of the attempted murder of Clay Terran. His Clay Terran, anyway.

He remembered openly showing concern and anger when he heard of the story. For the first time in five years, he was openly showing concern and anger in front of another person. In other words, the attempted murder was quite a big thing to him. From what he understood, some alternate of his Clay got a messed up mindset somewhere along the way after four years of a coma, and now said alternate was more or less a second Phantom. Hell, he had to deal with alternates before, and sure said alternate had tried to harm him a number of times, but somehow when it was an alternate of Clay, everything seemed so much worse.

Despite trying to tell himself it was probably just a coincidence and nothing to worry about, he found himself scanning the area for any signs of whatever he had just seen. But it was pretty quiet, there was not a single other person around. Whoever the person was, he figured, they had probably gone far from there by now. No point dwelling on that, he supposed.

#timewornjustice #IC #ahaha yeah but Clay'd never show it??#messing around with the moon pronouns

Clay pressed moonself down to the roof, observing Apollo carefully. Moon dusted off moons costume with a hand before wondering what on earth moon was going to do now. Which approach should moon take? Should moon just attack him, or should moon take the more petty approach - or.... a sudden idea hit moon full force, and moon smiled. Maybe moon could use Apollo's relationship with moons alternate to moons advantage.

Clay quickly covered up moons scars and changed moons jacket to a GYAXA HAT-2 mission one, before lowering moonself down to the ground, putting on a happy emotion and walking out in front of Apollo.

Moon was dressed - and looked - exactly like the Clay Apollo was in a relationship with.

"Hey, Polly!" Clay called, bounding up to him and grinning, before discreetly scanning Apollo's image into moons watch. "Didn't expect to see you out at this time!"

constellationterran

Jesus Christ, this kid was insane. Well, if Apollo got an insane alternate, it seemed like Clay had to have one, too. If only lun could have dealt with luns when lun was younger, just like Apollo. Unfortunately, luns alternate had been a sweet kid, and then got all fucked up. Lun just hoped lun didn’t get into a fight with luns alternate, that would be a sort of nightmare.

❝Alright kid, I’m gonna tell you this once. You even so much as glance at Apollo and you’ll have to worry about more than just a taser being pointed at you. Seriously I don’t get what your deal is for me, but he’s already gone through enough so leave him alone.❞

Apollo could take care of himself, but lun was going to make sure that the poor guy didn’t even need to worry about needing to defend himself from anyone. Clay had already dragged him into enough shit in the past, and now they were having this blissful pause in all the bullshit and some alternate of Clays of all people wasn’t going to press play anytime soon.

That uncertain glint in his eyes made Clay’s own panic be forced away. At least he was smart enough to know that the elder wasn’t shitting around right now, especially when a threat had been placed on luns boyfriend. Way to pick the overprotective boyfriend to mess with, alternate Terran.

❝I’ve gotta admit, you were pretty cute when you were younger, but seriously? Not only is my life in danger, but you just threatened my boyfriend. Said boyfriend hasn’t even done jack shit to you. If you put anymore pressure on my chest, I’m going to tase you.❞

Clay looked more than serious about luns threat. Lun may be the one with a knife to luns chest, but a taser could do some heavy damage to someone as well depending on the voltage.

❝Wait wait, are you saying that you have a knife pressed to my chest with the intention to murder me all because you still have a crush on me? You want to kill my boyfriend because I love him?❞

Clay knew that jealousy was a petty thing, but this was fucking ridiculous. Apollo literally did nothing to this kid, and yet he wants to kill him. Yeah alright, he could do whatever he damn well please with lun, but Apollo had been to hell and back and Clay had devoted the majority of luns time now to be sure Apollo was safe and happy.

❝I’m sorry the thought of me woke you from your coma? I’m sorry you have a crush on your older alternate? I’m sorry I’m in a perfectly happy and healthy relationship? Dude you’re not the first one to make an attempt on our lives, we sorta know how to handle these sorts of situations.❞

Personally Clay would have loved it if no one tried to kill them, but being an asshole prosecutor and a famous astronaut really wasn’t a low profile sort of duo.

That comment on how lun was an idiot made lun chuckle a little though. Lun wasn’t the one pointing knives at people and threatening to kill them because they were attractive and had a pretty prosecutor boyfriend.

❝Not as much of a one as you are, Dandelion.❞

There wasn’t any affection in luns tone, or any emotion leaking out at all, really. Lun just sounded ridiculously tired, and maybe just the tiny bit frustrated. That last thing he said though made lun perk up a little, though.

❝You means there’s more of them? Look I know I’m attractive but you guys don’t have to kill me for it. It’s a curse, I know, but give me a break.❞