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she felt his voice cut over the music , " for fucks sake , lucy ! you're going to get caught this time ! " HER EYES ROLLED HEAVILY before she raised up her hand , and easily gave him the middle finger. even as he persisted. she drowned out his voice in alcohol.

" I'm not gonna cause much trouble , " clearly not believable enough , but could do the trick. not that she needed another reason to cause havoc. she had already stolen a couple of wallets. more than enough , to buy herself something fun tomorrow.

she needed a distraction from her own fucked up mind that night and this place was going to do that for her. now she just NEEDED A BETTER WAY OF USING IT. she used the idea that she'd get away with doing illegal shit tonight.

". what did I tell you , she's fine. ". voiced her second boyfriend Nathan. he saw no problem with her partying , but he never did to begin with.

". I'm not even thinking about everything I could steal, and take home. . . that was a joke. " she added. feeling as if @jokethur to know that. not exactly coming off as much sober anymore.

Seduction Starters  |  holding mine by the back of the neck. (In this case... he has no neck)

A tug of the collar was all the attention the Wraith needed from the woman. His disembodied skull swayed slowly from side to side in amusement at the way she was grabbing him.

“I’m surprised by this from someone like you... to be touching me in this manner.”

Turning his body around fully towering over the dancer leaning down to her height. The heat from the spectral blaze hitting her cheeks at how close he had gotten.

“Is there something you desire from me, my dear... or am I merely misjudging your intentions?”

He spun on the ball of his foot, facing the stranger with a sharp glare. His hands stayed in his pockets, curled around what he assumed was some kind of weapon hidden away. He couldn’t remember his own name, but he could determine that this folded object may be a switchblade. Whatever it was, he hoped it would be of use if whoever-it-was had ill intentions.

        “Why are you following me?”

   He felt himself shaking, balling his hands further into fists just out of the stranger’s line of sight. The unfamiliarity of this situation had put him on edge. Even if this person simply wanted to help, he couldn’t risk it. Self-preservation won over automatic trust. For all he knew, he couldn’t afford to trust anyone.

   None of this felt right.

   Nagisa stood with hesitation knowing that Monaca had wanted him to follow 'The Servant' and observe his adaptive personality to such a chaotic atmosphere. For the most part, it seemed he was having a hard time adapting to the mayhem happening with the violent shaking and constant stumbling over things littering the streets.

   Nagisa tried his best to stay unseen, dipping down behind mailboxes, destroyed buildings, and the like--- but--- it didn't seem like that actually helped. He heard a trembling voice call out his direction, for a moment, he stood still wondering it was a fluke, but... seeing as he wasn't moving positions... it seems he was found.

   He moved slowly out of his hiding spot, dusting off his clothing.

         "I wasn't expecting to be seen so early... ha... Monaca will be displeased with me."