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ocs moment [old stuff]

"It's french onion soup. I made it myself I hope you like it. It's still nice and warm." he said with a little smile as he moved to sit next to the other male and leaned against him. "Hope now isn't a bad time you know I was just a little excited to feel your boobs."

so far phantasma had been more annoying than she was dangerous. having gorged himself on the blood of the fallen, fangs was able to keep up with her in terms of speed. she was far too quick for the vampire to get a proper hit in, leaving him frustrated. "now I ain't got time for these fuckin' games." he snarls, swiping at phantasma just as she blinked out of existence and onto the other side of the room. fangs huffs, glancing back over his shoulder at einstein who hadn't moved an inch since they had entered the room. phantasma had also made no effort to swipe at the other agent, as if he didn't exist. "you gonna hop in or am I just gonna have to deal with this all by myself?" fangs asked, obviously annoyed by the agent he had been paired up with and phantasma. he and einstein actually got along, and he was endeared to the agent and his...for a lack of better word, stupidity. phantasma blinked into existence, quick enough to slice at fangs before flitting away. she got him good, slicing his forearm. fangs hisses in pain, fangs bared and crimson colored eyes burning with rage. "god dammit." it would heal quickly. having eaten, his powers were amplified to the point where it would take a lot more to put fangs down. he charges at the figure who appears beside him, as if taunting him. she vanishes again, but not before fangs gets a lick back in. "ha. ain't so quick now, are ya?"