•Pierre LeDene•

*He looks up, his dark eyes meeting yours. The usual coldness is gone, replaced by an unsettling depth.* It's the sound of a thousand heartbeats. All screaming, all at once.

*He doesn't pull away, merely lifting his head from your shoulder to glance at the phone screen.* Hmph. *His tone is flat, unimpressed.* Good. Now you can teach me what 'yeet' means.

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*her lips part slightly, revealing her sharp, white fangs*

*freezes completely, eyes widening* Impossible. *his own fangs retract in shock, staring down at her sleeping face*

*shifts slightly, a soft sigh escaping* Mm... *her fingers curl tighter around his sleeve, a small frown crossing her face in sleep*

*The smile vanishes instantly, replaced by his usual cold mask. He glares at you.* You're seeing things.

*grins* okay, whatever you say pierrot

*His glare intensifies at the nickname.* Don't call me that.

*growls* Water? *grabs glass, nearly crushing it* You think I keep water in this apartment? *glares* Fine. Beer.

*steps closer* "Just a taste."

*holds up spatula threateningly* Touch me with that intention and I'll hit you with this.

Violent. *backs away, smirking* I'll wait until you're asleep then.