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Crawling back to you--
— ( ✖ ) HE WIDENED HIS eyes, taken by surprise. Arabella Mae? In front of him? Was it a dream? No, monsters like him don’t dream. They only have nightmares. It was reality, indeed. Lips curved upwards to show delight, and he replied, continuing the lyrics, but also speaking the very truth. “Ever thought of calling when you’ve had a few?”
"So, let me get this right, you want me to be a stand in to make the person you like jealous?"
If you want to put it like that, then yes— that’s basically the sum of it all [/he answered, shrugging his shoulders in a nonchalant manner. what else could possibly do in order to get the person he fancies to notice him? he had already done every trick he knows;] So what’s your answer? Are you in or would I need to find someone who would be more compliant?
"I wonder how your screams sound…"
Serial Killer Meme.
She stared down at her new playmate. Wrapped up in plastic, she gently caressed the other’s bare cheek with her leather gloves. ” You know, you are quite a liar. I thought I was good but you… You’re on another level than me. ” Taking her scalpel, she went on with her normal routine that she did with all her so called friends; a clean laceration on their cheek. But she stopped when she noticed the other attempting to speak, no, scream. Yet the plastic muffled her attempts. ” I wonder how your screams sound…. ” She then grinned for a good moment but turned away to grab a different tool.
☂
☂:Shove them into a body of water.
It was cold, freezing, and her soaking wet clothes were so heavy that it almost pulled her all the way down into the depths of the water. Who had pushed her, and why? Swimming up with all her strength, Tamara gasped for air, but the cold temperature of it was making her cough in agony. She opened her eyes, it hurt and the drips of water were making her vision all blurry.
"What on earth is your problem? Are you crazy?"
She was yelling as loudly as her voice allowed her to, even if she still wasn't able to identify the figure that was standing further away on the pavement close to the sea. Tamara was able to swim, but she was not good in it. And neither was water one of her favourite things, she rather feared it.
"Get me out of here, this isn't funny!"
"I'm completely naked under all these clothes."
"I’m completely naked under all these clothes."
He enters the room with the stoic frown he’s worn for the entire day, head seized in a migraine. But upon the sudden comment from the other, Woobin can’t help but turn around and shoot her a glare. Did she really just say that, he wonders. There’s a fracture of confusion against his visage, mouth curling into a thinly pressed line before averting his attention back to settling his belongings aside.
"That’s cute." he comments sarcastically. "But there’s a small chance you might just be in the wrong bed. Perhaps you mistook my place for a different man in your contacts?"
Striding to the kitchen, he opens the refrigerator and reaches out for water, twisting open the cap before allowing himself to divulge on the divine drink that soothes and relaxes tense muscles.
[ dearath ]
It had been a while since Woobin allowed himself an extra slip of beer; and honestly, he doesn't regret it one bit as the thick liquid courses through his throat. And as he feels his finger run through the thick skin of the back of his hand, he couldn't help but turn to ask, "Mind driving back? I don't think I'll be able to--"
