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"well, well, well... Look'a what th'cat dragged in... ye look like yer lost, mate... an' lost boys don' last'n this neighborhood..." harry drawled, his scottish brogue thick, almost sing-song as he sauntered into the soft , flickering glow of the street lamp above.

" You're on the roids aren't you. Protein my fucking ass." Heisenberg scoffed. " Ain't no way you're naturally that huge. Don't lie to me." He paused a minute. " Both you and that bitch vampire are unnecessarily large."

“Fuck— Chris!” He calls to him as he puts pressure on his side. So much blood, it’s almost a struggle.

"It's been some time since we last met, hasn't it, Chris?"

Billy was unpacking in their new home, installing some cameras around the house. He could feel Chris staring at him. " It's the glasses you're looking at, aren't you?" He asked, screwing a camera into the wall outside the front door.

“ I would definitely appreciate that, ” Cass says with a slight laugh, brown eyes flickering up to the vent above them. She’s been on plenty of missions before, so really, this shouldn’t be such a big deal — basically every agent deals with small spaces at some point in their life. She should just get over herself. Torch is handed to her friend as Cass falls silent, listening for any rumbling above them; who knows what’s hiding out here? “ I don’t know. They just kind of… suffocate me? If that makes any sense? I can barely move when I’m in a cramped space.”