Oh! My little scythey boy!

(((NOT EVEN LAME YOU’RE SO PRECIOUS, THANKS FOR THE STARTER))))

Hearing someone at the door, a mischievous look crossed the feline’s face as she crept up to the threshold towards the unsuspecting visitor.  Being home alone was always so boring so when company came over Blair was always quick to show them an interesting time.  Hidden behind it, she opened it slowly as if it’d unlocked itself; waiting to see who the victim would be and if they’d have the courage to step inside.  

(Bold what applies.)

ｂａｓｉｃｓ:

WHO OF YOU IS:

Older? muse/mun Taller? muse/mun Richer? muse/mun Neater? muse/mun Nicer? muse/mun Smarter? muse/mun Funnier? muse/mun

ａｄｖａｎｃｅｄ:

"Easy there. Like I said, if I can trust that you won't run and rat me out, I'll untie you and let you move around your apartment freely, okay? Just relax for now." The hit man sighed, running a hand through his hair. This whole situation rubbed him the wrong way. He wasn't one to tie up women, beautiful or otherwise, and hold them hostage like this in their own homes. It was all piss poor luck and a mole in the entire operation that had caused this. Thankfully, it looked like he had at least a few days to come up with a contingency plan and cover his arse - work out how he was going to fix the shithole he found himself stuck in because of the person who had ratted him out.

He paused when he heard and felt the telltale rumble that came from his gut. Dammit, he was hungry. He looked down at the purple haired, irritated woman whom he'd tied to a dining chair.

"Rat!  How insulting, I obviously play the cat when I dress up."  She huffed, insulted by something minor and very much insignificant that had little to do with what he was talking about.  Although he was the bad guy here she was alarmed by how calm this whole situation was, he could have easily called her boss and killed her after that in order to take residency in her apartment for a few days.  She hadn't thought of that initially but the fact he cared enough to ask her if she wanted to eat definitely was a good thing in her case.  

//Bae! -glomps- :3

Black Star blinked and turned to look down at the person who had nudged him. When he noticed the familiar not-so-pointy hat and long curls of purple hair, he grinned.

"Well, if it isn’t Blair the Cat. Haven’t seen you around in a while." He answered, appraising the cat girl for the first time since he was a teenager. He had since grown, not only in body, but in his skills as a meister. He had recently achieved the rank of three star meister, and was inherently proud of himself for achieving the highest rank a meister could achieve short of being a death god.

Black Star wondered what Blair had been up to these past years, what she had been doing since Maka and Soul had left Death City to travel and gain experience as meister and weapon partner.

"Hi Blair, it’s been a while." Tsubaki greeted happily. Black Star, in the meantime, moved straight to the fridge and peered inside, before grunting in displeasure and moving to the sink, where he grabbed a glass and filled it with water from the tank, swallowing it down quickly. He turned back to the two women and grinned at them both.