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It was pretty funny to watch the man rushing around his house. At least, he didn’t close the door right in front of her nose. Thanks for that. Someone else would have simply closed the door in front of her. Ivakir didn’t need a chair - she was quite comfortable on the floor, legs stretched out in high heeled boots. She looked like she had run away from some party.

“Work problems,” she sighed tiredly.

Judging by her indifferent tone, the witch didn’t really want to share what happened. Trouble at work happened quite often. The fanatic from the apartment on floor above cut her with a knife. Nothing serious. Maybe there will be a scar on her hand, but at least she was able to escape on time. Physically, Iv was ready for everything, but mentally preparing for this was always difficult. Maybe she still had a little faith in people, that they won’t jump on her with a knife?

She opened the first-aid kit. Fortunately, it had everything she needed now. Sometimes it happened that people didn’t have the most simple and necessary things. And, fortunately, she knew how to use everything. There was no faith in another person. And the young man, the owner of the apartment, looked as if he was going to faint and he would need help.

“Wet a towel and bring it. There is no point if it’s dry,” the witch commanded, which showed that she was completely healthy. The guy stood and burned her with his eyes which was quite annoying. 

Had he been less stressed, he would have at least inquired what kind of work that would lead to such an injury, but Bok knew well enough not to put gasoline on the flames. Focusing his attention instead on her instructions, he nodded, taking the towel over to the sink to wet it. 

It was not as much the sight of the blood, as it was the smell that ignited the lust buried deep within his chest, the curse of the vampire and so on, though Bok had no plans to try and eat his neighbor. However, it was somewhat of a distraction to him, thus he grasped the edge of the sink to steady himself a bit before he brought the towel over, handing it to her before turning his gaze to the chair left unused.  Lingering a bit, he hesitated before he too sat down on the floor, making sure to keep a comfortable distance between them as not to invade her space. 

She waved her hand and the pumpkin was gone. Well in fact, to some extent the pumpkin was still there. Just in the form of orange spots and pieces scattered everywhere.

“Now we will hold our hands and pray that this demon will not come back to life.”

Bok’s eyes widened in surprise, staring at the empty space that once inhabited the pumpkin. Honestly, she hadn’t needed to go to such extremes with it, he’d be happy to remove it if she just asked, but Bok figured it was better to just go along with her whims. 

“-O-okay!” Bok stammered, hurriedly making his way to the bathroom to gather the box of medical supplies he kept just for these occasions. He was no stranger to strange women coming to bleed on his floors, though his concern was more with the well-being of the woman rather than the state of his floors. Head pounding, he went back into the bathroom to gather a towel, pushing it into the hands of the woman. Hopefully she knew what to do, otherwise he would have to do it himself. 

“Use this for the blood- uhm- wait, I’ll get you a chair-”