The Power I want is Power.

“‘Scuse me? What the hell are you going on about.” The assassin raised a brow at the weapon. Talking so casually, had she suddenly become blind?

    " No need to be like that Black✩Star. If I should even call you that. ”

"Well ex-fucking-scuse me. Whatever, let’s go with that.”

      One with no brain cell large enough to process or consider what might have influenced the kiss.

He didn't want to give anymore thought about it, but no matter what he did, his train of thought never left the matter. First he tries to kill him, then kiss him? What kind of fucked up love-hate relationship was this? He couldn't just forget about it, ha. No, that was too fucking easy, apparently. The assassin shook his head, mainly forcing himself to focus more on the hate side of this whole deal, even if his mind was still all over.

Go serious, go dark, go full out heartbreaking. PULL AT MY MUSES FEELS

bonus points for the reason

Clothes, empty noodle cups and weights lay strewn all over the assassin’s floor. No one is too much of a star to pick up their dirty laundry.  

"'Scuse me? What the hell are you going on about." The assassin raised a brow at the weapon. Talking so casually, had she suddenly become blind?

"You can be a real asshole sometimes, Black*Star." she said as her hands turned into fists at her sides.

"Oh, she’s getting angry now~." Snickering to himself, the grin remained on his face, however his eyebrows furrowed into a sneered look. "Face it, Albarn. All you’re doing is making it more funny to fuck with you."

It was never that easy.

"You don’t know. How do you not- Jesus fucking Christ.”

   “I see not why it bothers you so much, anyways; the moment has passed and now ceases to exist.”

"Well ex-fucking-scuse me. Whatever, let's go with that."

Black☆Star: “If it’s fear that you speak of, then I’ll stand and face it. I’ll never give up. The only time I lose is when I die!”