No More Once Upon a Time.

Ceriseeeee.

  "Yeahhh, you’d definitely lose teeth."

"So yeah we never speak of this moment, like ever again." 

"Deal."

  "He probably wouldn’t kill you."

"Yeahhh, you'd definitely lose teeth."

  "Gross."

"He probably wouldn't kill you."

  "If you didn’t want it to be read, you shouldn’t have put it on the internet."

"Gross."

"That is going to live in my head until the day I take the long walk, and it’s your fault."

"Maybe you shouldn’t listen in on my private conversations…or tags or whatever." 

"If you didn't want it to be read, you shouldn't have put it on the internet."

"Why? Why?!"

"Forget I said anything."

"That is going to live in my head until the day I take the long walk, and it's your fault."

"Ewwewewewewewewewwwww, can we not, Uncle Derek?"

"Why? Why?!"

"I’ve met badder, I’m sure." Mathis took a step back, so that the young one would feel safer. He offered his hand regardless. "I was only being polite — I promise I won’t hurt you. I only hurt people who hurt me."

"Sorry, too many hunters around. We can never be too careful." Cerise mirrored his movement, gesturing that he could enter if he wanted. "You said you were new in town? I am too, just got out of school."

"What kind of file?"

"And quiet down. Do you want to set off an alarm?"

"Sorry. Who's Malia? And why don't you just ask for the file?"