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@dragoncanefangs

The victim had been a drunk, too far gone to let a simple shoulder bump go and insistent on taking matters into a secluded alley. Seemingly secluded.

Normally Tine would have let the idiot knock themselves out or refuse the convrontation entirely by acting the coward, anything to avoid the unnesecarry headache. But by the drunk’s poor luck; Tine had been having a rather shit day. Nothing too excessive, just a number of little incidents piling up that sent him out for a stroll to get some air when the alleged shoulder bump occurred and finally tipped the pile over and scatterred his patience to the wind.

So when the drunk took his first swing Tine let his mood swing with it and in a, what he would call, ‘therapeutic’ action; promptly grabbed the drunk’s face and introduced his skull to the pavement.

Oh but one meeting wouldn’t be enough! Not for these star crossed lovers oh no. Over and over, Tine painted the love story of the drunk’s skull and the pavement in an opera of crunches and wet splashes. The romance! The fleeting touches! What’s this?! Oh what drama unfolds as this new contender of grey matter enters the affair!

It was such an entertaining play he found himself laughing under his breath until a very quiet, but very definite gasp caught his attention and with a snap of his head up in its direction, locked eyes with a young man down the far end of the alley.

“You saw that hm?”

The body dropped with a wet thud into the puddle of blood, his fingers curling and uncurling with soft squeaks from his glove as he began his approach.

“Would you be so kind as to stay still? Running will only end this far worse for you.”

He’d had a bad day, and all he wanted was something greasy and artificial to chase it down with. It was a routine, saved for when stress was at an all time high. There was something almost therapeutic in the cheap plastic surfaces of fast food stores when compared to the luxury Teddy surrounded himself with. 

He’d been on his way to a burger joint, on foot so that the cold air could cut into his skin and ground him. He’d been cutting through alleyways so that he could avoid meeting someone that might recognise him and want a chat, because exchanging pleasantries sounded like Hell in that moment. 

Or it had, until he’d stumbled across a murder scene. 

As the killer rounded on him, Teddy wondered which was worse. He still wasn’t sure, but he could feel a migraine starting.

One hand rubbed his temple, and the other withdrew an extremely decorative handgun from his jacket - cream, with ornate painted flowers. 

She draws her hand away from his face, her sharp nails gliding softly against the skin and she drops her hand to grasp his wrist, flipping it over. She stares at the strange mark that is revealed with a burrow to her brow then glances back up at him.

“If you won’t tell me what you are, then tell me who made you.” 

The science department had a bad reputation, along with anyone or anything that crawled out of it. It wasn’t unusual for him to be suspicious of the treat, for all he knew she could have poisoned it. She didn’t. It was just normal cheesecake that she happened to be eyeing because inside she knew it was damn delicious but she dare not show it right now.

She really had to know someone before showing any silly emotion. Perhaps Rufus had told her to get Reno the cheesecake so she would have something to do and stop bothering him in the moment. She got bored a lot when she had nothing going on in the labs and didn’t see a reason to not complete this little task. 

She shrugs. “There was no reason, just a suggestion.” She tells him while tapping a finger against the surface top. “Take it as a suggestion that the Science Department can have its sweet sides too.” She says with a hint of a smirk. It was true, she was perfectly fine to get along with others as long as they meant her no harm nor tried to mess with her.

She nuzzles her face against his neck, looking over his shoulder and when he mentions he’s going to fire Mutten a smirk spreads across her face. A smirk that fades as she pulls back to look up at the commodore once more. “It’s a wise choice, darling. He is working with another man, he wants ShinRa to fall so that he can gain power.” She whispers against his face. “He wants your name gone...so get rid of him first.”

She could always take down that manor in the future if she so desired. “Oh, if he tried to offer you a behemoth blood wine? Don’t drink it. It’s got some really nasty hallucinogenic effects that I’m still trying to come off of.” She warns. Though he was probably wondering why the hell she drank blood in the first place. She was definitely a mystery that was always unraveling.

“We can find a way to put an end to his madness, but for now we need him away form ShinRa so he can no longer obtain information to use against us. Against the company.” She smiles sweetly at him. “How foolish...I did warn that you’d probably come after him if anything happened to me...” He would probably do anything for her and she wasn’t afraid to use that to her advantage. She slides her hands to the sides of his face and presses her lips to his own, kissing him gently which was such a relief after the chaos.