Jun 3, 2016
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“Nah, just a cold,” Cora replied, her nose stuffy. Then she quirked her head at Angela. “What was that about dinner?”
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i’m sick
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“Nah, just a cold,” Cora replied, her nose stuffy. Then she quirked her head at Angela. “What was that about dinner?”
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“Oh really?” Cora smirked and raised an eyebrow. If Angela knew what she could really do... well. She might think twice about saying that. But hey, no need to spoil the moment.
I'm here, princess. ((I'm taking the dare))
Cora was not prepared for Angela to appear out of nowhere and scoop her up like some kind of disney princess for what was apparently no reason.
“I’m sorry,” she said, “do you have a death wish? Put me down.”
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Pitch smirked at the stranger who had entered his lair, “And what do I owe the honour of your visit?" he asked as he played with the dark nightmare sand that danced between his fingertips.
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“Are you looking for something in particular, ma’am? May I suggest this lovely blade which was used to seal a demon?” Mephisto points it out. “Ignore the dark blood that still covers the blade. It gives it flavor.”
Angela Vegas is flirting with me?
Cora watched Angela’s face, surprised that she smiled after Cora’s cold response. Okay, maybe she was just some random person that thought Cora was cute. Or maybe she was a supervillain that wanted her dead. They always looked normal enough.
Either way, Cora figured she should play along - or at least be polite. She took Angela’s hand and shook it firmly, dog-earring her book with her left hand. “It’s fine,” she said. “I’m Cora. And I’m not really sure where the ‘cute’ question came from, but I’m flattered.”
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He stared up at her, with uncomprehending eyes. The knife felt cold between his ribs, cold and like it was supposed to belong there. Which made the whole situation even worst.
Ravel lurched to his knees, hitting the ground with two solid thuds that should have shattered his kneecaps. Golden eyes flickered with pain, a soft brush that would only turn to agony soon enough.
“Angel,” he said, stupidly. “That wasn’t very polite.”