Eighteenth murder [action - open to housemates and anyone who visits]

[doesntpoop]

[Hey, Advocat! You know your new wife? That pretty girl whom you murdered a few days ago?

Well, she’s in the kitchen. Chopping up onions for tonight’s casserole. With a sweet and innocent smile on her face. And the sharpest knife she has in the kitchen.

Pretty harmless, right?]

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[devilstandards]

[Walks past her to get something out of the fridge, like today was a NORMAL DAY, then changes his mind and goes to creeeeeeeeeeep over her shoulder. He's pleased that she's back, but only because death not being permanent can only work to his favor. (Or so he thinks.) ]

I had heard that onions make humans cry when they're cut, but perhaps that was a lie.

[doesntpoop]

[Dahlia knows he's here but pretends not to notice until he creeps up to her like that. She then makes a convincingly frightened gasp and turns her head to face him. See those timid-looking eyes, Advocat?]

I-I didn't know you were here...

[devilstandards]

[Brb being fooled, stupid devil pride.]

Frightened? There's really no need for that- I have already obtained what I wanted from you.

[doesntpoop]

W-wanted?!