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Oh the Hound catches the scent long before it spots the survivor, following him just outside of its fear range so not to alert him. It’s only when the man turns and catches sight of the lurking form does the Hound finally start its chase proper.

It’s certainly not hard to catch him– oh this speed is quite nice. It’s so nice being  the faster one for once….. or has it always been faster? A flicker of a memory distracts it for a moment, allowing the Barber a few more seconds to abscond. Not that the extra time does any good. Within seconds the Hound is upon him again, snapping his collar in its jaws and giving a forceful yank back.

The heartbeat going wild is such a delicious sound……

It stares for a moment before leaning closer, a low, deep growl rumbling in its throat. There’s no words spoken, just the gleam in its eyes as it stared down hungrily.

No Jack’s just a friend~I had someone else in mind to take to Prom!

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If that answers your many questions ;)

Fiona thought about this for a few seconds before answering.

The quiet mortician begins by first of all glancing up and realizing Jack’s actually in the room. The Ripper apparently wants these thoughts to be public, which both makes him shift uncomfortably in his seat, as well as keep his head lowered. It’s a lot different when it’s implied a mun simply asked the question about the character, and most answering as if you’re only talking about them, not to them. However, from prior discussion, being in person is genuinely the case.

There’s a moment taken to just raise a pen and attempt to write on paper, but his head hit the desk as it’s impossible. Those words would still be able to be seen.

“You’re very difficult to work with,” came the first sentence.“You’re an arse and a harlot,” he continued.“Somehow, I became used to this, and it was even entertaining. I began to appreciate being teased…even if you were likely…only a sadist, then.”

His fingers entwined, gaze aimed down at the still blank piece of paper he could have written on and rehearsed with, but didn’t. Perhaps enough words were already on his mind.

“I imagine it all might have been more fun once you realized I wasn’t a sheep; I’d stabbed you twice with a sword hardly anyone knows of.”“Does enjoying a little adrenaline rush make me a masochist? Perhaps.”His gaze meets Jack’s chest.

“You obviously can make questionable remarks, but you’re quite aware I can obviously kick you in the dick.”“Maybe it’s unhealthy, the fact that we enjoy each other’s presence, but it competes easily with being left alone.”“You should also get used to your own face.”

Shhut the hell yuour fuck ~ @askmisterripper