#warhungered

"welcome to the party!" kit greeted the other with a wide smile on painted features. as usual, the would-be housewife was hosting his christmas party and had invited the whole neighborhood to the event. house immaculating made-up, all aglow with colors and lights and even kit dressed in his christmas best- a green and red 50s style housewife dress, all of it strained by the generous curves he sported. "would you like me to take your coat?"

"are you fucking insane?!" it was the first thing out of the detective's mouth as she stormed into the man's home. she'd been stewing in her anger all night ever since she left the scene of the crime she's been assigned to investigate. she already knew he was involved, likely he's the one that did the crime, and she was pissed about it to say the least. "i told you," she hissed, pushing the only piece of concrete evidence into his chest. a bullet casing that she'd managed to hide and pick up before forensics had arrived on the scene. "i fucking told you that you were being looked at, but you just couldn't help yourself could you?" she accused. "you couldn't wait a week before killing that informant? or at least made it look like an accident maybe??" it'd be so much easier if she could just arrest him and drag him into the precinct.

     dahlia  wraps  the  towel  around  herself  as  she  pads  into  the  bedroom  ,  glancing  at  the  other  through  the  mirror  as  she  looks  through  her  drawers  for  something  to  put  on  .  “  i  can  see  you  staring  ,  ”  she  speaks  softly  ,  her  nose  scrunching  slightly  as  she  licks  over  her  lower  lip  .  she  hums  as  she  shifts  her  weight  ,  finally  pulling  out  some  underwear  .