Harry Osborn

"Or what ?" he asked, not in a threatening matter. "What are you going ...what are you willing to do to safe yourself ? " he asked in almost a whisper. "what type of woman are you Verity Willis ...not one to beg for mercy that much I know...flight or flee...hit or run...would you kill to save yourself ? Would you act crazy to save yourself ? At the brink of your demise, what would you do to hold on to your precious life and not cause the deep pain of loss for anyone loving you..." he smiled and took a step back. "Now those questions make you know a person in front of you... and measure their worth. " he became dramatic. " Death be not proud, though some have called thee" he spoke getting away from her. " Mighty and dreadfull, for, thou art not soe, " he made a dramatic pause and lifted a finger towards her. "For, those, whom thou think'st, thou dost overthrow, " he reached the door and put a hand on the wall. "Die not, poore death, nor yet canst thou kill mee. " he finished with a smile. His education was still there, knowing that poem from John Donne, and maybe, just maybe, he was telling more than just a poem, a message hidden, maybe to scare, or maybe to show something else. One or the other, he left her be and left the room.

Don't flinch, don't flinch, don't flinch, your housemate is a wolf god devourer of worlds, don't flinch. She tried to pep talk herself, while this jerk was way too close, saying disturbing stuff. "Uh..." Could anyone save her from this interaction? Nope, probably not. "Okay, it's working..." She confessed after a silence, having some difficulty to look at him in the eyes. She could feel her anger rising, just next to the fear already there. "Now step back." She tried, using this anger to face this moron, even if her words sounded less confident than what she wanted.

"Or what ?" he asked, not in a threatening matter. "What are you going ...what are you willing to do to safe yourself ? " he asked in almost a whisper. "what type of woman are you Verity Willis ...not one to beg for mercy that much I know...flight or flee...hit or run...would you kill to save yourself ? Would you act crazy to save yourself ? At the brink of your demise, what would you do to hold on to your precious life and not cause the deep pain of loss for anyone loving you..." he smiled and took a step back. "Now those questions make you know a person in front of you... and measure their worth. " he became dramatic. " Death be not proud, though some have called thee" he spoke getting away from her. " Mighty and dreadfull, for, thou art not soe, " he made a dramatic pause and lifted a finger towards her. "For, those, whom thou think'st, thou dost overthrow, " he reached the door and put a hand on the wall. "Die not, poore death, nor yet canst thou kill mee. " he finished with a smile. His education was still there, knowing that poem from John Donne, and maybe, just maybe, he was telling more than just a poem, a message hidden, maybe to scare, or maybe to show something else. One or the other, he left her be and left the room.

Verity cocked an eyebrow. "I’m fine." Alright, this was a lie, but mostly because her answer was covering too many things at the same time. Right? A bit spooked but more confused than anything, despite the rumors and how he presented himself, Verity couldn’t tell if the man was acting like a jerk or just being a clumsy psychopath. At least, she mentally thanked the Norse gods for accommodating her with this kind of disturbing sentence. "Cool. Cool, cool, cool. Are you… trying to make me nervous?"

Harry stayed but inches from her face. "Who is the liar now" he whispered then smiled. "Maybe...I enjoy it your little twitchy behaviour, that's for sure. " He paused. "Such pretty eyes ... but you don't need them to tell a lie apart from a truth, right ? "

Who could have believed it? Definitely not Verity, yet he wasn't lying so... no reason to panic, right? "Here you go I suppose." She said as she gave her file. "Anything else, boss?" If only this title was a lie...

Harry came close. "Do I make you nervous Miss Verity ? " he smiled. "Thank you very, very, much for your work. " He stared at her. "Don 't worry , I won 't hurt you unless you fuck me over"

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"Obviously." She smiled back and remembered to stay away from those two. She glanced at the file she holding, wondering how much longer she will continue to work for those people. She also mentally realized something. "You're not the man I'm supposed to give my report to right?"

"Yes I am. " he extended his hand. "All the little lies you reported or did not report are to be given to me ." he smiled. "thanks."

This time Verity preferred to stay quiet about all this, silently approving some parts of it. She checked over the voice when this one got their attention. "Who you're betting on?"

"Mh..." he thought for a moment. "They are both highly manipulative and intelligent , yet only one of them knows how to bow and wait for their moment. I'm betting on my father of course. " He smiled knowingly.

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Verity frowned a bit, something was definitively odd about this guy. "Mh. Nice try, but no that's a secret." She dodged with a little smile, plus it was easier to speak about people than about herself.

"Ah you dont want to answer the question. " Harry looked around. "It is healthy to lie to yourself sometimes...keeps you sane they say." They heard over the speaker that Moonstone was called. "Oooh someone is in trouble."