201. fuck or die meme

[wildfidgey]

THE FUCK OR DIE MEME

Aaah, the sound of birds chirping outside your bedroom window. The sun is shining in through the windows. That weird collar around your neck is ticking, ready to self destuct soon. You crack your eyes open.
....Wait. How did that collar get there? What is this? It cannot come off, no matter how hard you pull at it.
And something

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[undeathrow]

[He almost missed it too, when he walked by her, a deep set glare on his face as he tried to figure out how the hell he got into this mess and how the hell he was going to get out. He leaned against a wall nearby her, yanking at the stupid thing.

He glances at her, briefly, as though trying to see what she's trying to do.]

[undeathrow]

[He gives up on tugging his collar, frowns and watches her realizing it's there. It takes him a moment to work up the courage to speak to her.]

You've got one too, huh? Found the note yet?

[undeathrow]

[Billy waits patiently for her to read the note, chewing on his lip as she gets to the real kick at the end, there.] Yeah. It's... kind of important.

[He gives her a moment to let it all sink in.]

[undeathrow]

No, it isn't.

[He's silent for a moment, trying to figure out a way to say what's on his mind without creeping her out. He's not exactly gentle-looking, no matter what he says his intentions might be.

He makes a resigned little sigh, then smiles vaguely.]

I'm Billy.

[undeathrow]

Yeah. I can think of a few dozen better ways to meet.

[He smirks at her, then folds his arms over his chest and sighs. Alright. Better just go with it.]

Sorry if this is gonna sound really forward, but I could take care of your collar for you. If you want, considering the circumstances...

[He clears his throat. That was about as awkward as it was possible for a guy Billy's stature and disposition to possibly be.]

[undeathrow]

[There really was no polite way to ask that, but it hadn't seemed to offend her more than the shock you would expect from the situation at large.

Billy glances away to give her a moment to fight her embarrassment, then shrugs his shoulders.]

I'm not trying to sound like a creep, I swear. I just... would rather be safe than sorry, you know? [He offers her another weak smile.]

If you don't want to, I'll find someone else and let you do the same. I just thought I'd offer.

[undeathrow]

First time ever I'd be called a gentleman for propositioning somebody.

[He laughs, vaguely, but he's quietly pleased that she agreed. She seems kind, and if these collars really are going to kill them, he's glad he can help to save her.

She's pretty, too, and that doesn't hurt.]

Let's go, then. [He motions for her to follow him back towards a bedroom area he had seen earlier in wandering around the place.]

[undeathrow]

That's one way to look at it.

[Funny, he feels underdressed. In only a T shirt and jeans with his tattoo and unkempt hair, he smirks inwardly at what a pair they must look like.

He holds the door open for her as they reach the bedroom though, feeling a bit nervous for some reason as he closes it behind her and turns the lock.]

You ever done this before, dollface?