Would you like cake or DEATH? [complete]

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Characters: Rolo and Dahlia. Sync came too.
Content: After Iris informs Dahlia that someone was looking for her, she puts two and two together and decides it's time to take Rolo out. Rolo disagrees. They both agree to disagree rather violently, but as Dahlia leaves, she bumps into Sync. CUE SUSPICION TIEM. Sync then goes to get Rolo's side of the

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"Haha, like that'll happen. I'll just have to off you first before she gets the chance." Which would've been now if it weren't for the fact that Rolo seemed to be physically drained from his encounter with that strange woman. From the moment he stepped into the room Sync hadn't seen the other teen jump about the space, which meant that Rolo was either saving his ability for when he had his back turned or he already used it up when he was fighting the redhead.

One would think that Sync was dirty enough to end it then and there, but victory always tasted the sweetest when it was rightfully earned.

He was going to snap the latter's neck before he would ever have the chance to use that strange teleporting ability of his, and he'd do so when he was sure the latter was at full power.

Sync chuckled at Rolo's oh so subtle command, backing off a few feet before he spoke for the final time.

"Sure, let's go with that. Just make sure you close the door this time." He waited until he was at the doorframe before he spun at his heels and walked right out.

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"Oh, I will." Rolo had to, because he was going to need every barrier between him and Sync after the stunt he planned to pull. Rolo was not going to just let Sync walk away unscathed after he had to put up with all of this.

He waited just a moment, and with a sudden, final burst of energy Rolo ran out, his eye casting that familiar red sphere over Sync's form. With the teen frozen in place, Rolo raised his leg...

... and swiftly kicked Sync right in the lower back, timing the hit just as the red glow faded from his eye. As soon as he heard Sync hit the ground, Rolo bolted back into his room, almost skidding as he grabbed the handle and slammed the door shut, locking it.

"HAH!" Childish, but Rolo reveled in his extremely small victory.

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SON OF A-

"BITCH!" Sync practically shrieked when his body collided with the floor with a loud FWUMP!, looking over his shoulder just as Rolo slammed the door and locked it.

To hell with keeping his cool! Sync scrambled to his feet and ran at the door, lifting his foot and stomping his boot hard against the surface. He repeated this a few times before he finally stepped back, glaring daggers at the door before he stomped off.

Rolo may have gotten the last laugh tonight, but he was going pay in due time.