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             "I swear that's -- that's not supposed to do that!"

     [ regardless of the machine's original function, there was a fine line between innocent accident and downright destructive. poor pete -- he managed to gather a crowd with his robo pup. now... well, put simply, it was digging up the grass for next year's plants ]

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holy shit o.o

         He hadn't even turned around to see who so easily walked behind him as if he wasn't there. Sure--- it was some mall out in some town and he was looking at himself in a mirror--- he could be quite vain, if one didn't know; but that did not give an excuse to disturb him.

     Of course a demon war worried her, but she had faith that her armies wouldn't let her down. Only the best were leading the entire thing anyways, so there was no cause for true alarm.

     Upon arrival, it was easy for her to find Val. He was lurking in his own little corner of Hell -- no jokes intended -- and seemed to be busy. But if he had time to write a letter, then she believed that he had time to talk to her. Besides, he said himself that he missed her. A visit shouldn't be entirely unwelcome.

     So with a smile on her face she approached, hoping he'd be just as happy to see her as she was to see him.

   And if the wench thought that he would be waiting around here for him to lose a third of his blood on the office floor, she was sadly mistaken. Humbert grunted something about filling the forms out upon his return as rushed as quickly as he could to the parking lot.

5: Firm Kiss

   She’s had a lot to drink —

       Well, ‘a lot’ to Katherine is different than what most people would assume. She’s technically not as drunk as she could get, and she’s still able to speak with minimum slurs, so that’s a good sign, right?

       And she’s also quite aware of her actions or at least partially aware of them. Okay that might actually be a lie, but she’s past the point of giving a shit, and she proves that point as her lips press against those of the man that had volunteered to take her out that night.

      There’s a good chance she’s just doing this to prove to herself that she can — that she has every right to go out and have fun and move on with her life. She doesn’t want fears to hold her back from moving on with her life, and she’s going to prove to herself right now that she can.

      A hand’s moved to press to the back of his neck and hold him in, his own hands moving to settle at her waist as the kiss continues, her eyes closing as she tries to enjoy herself — but god it’s hard. It’s not the guy, of course, he’s nice and he’s pretty attractive — it’s just her.

      She pulls away from the kiss and quickly orders herself another drink. She’s marginally embarrassed for that, but there’s no regret. She tried and she’d keep trying until she could get over her fear.

             ”More drinks?”