Twenty-Nine

[hurtjustalittle]

Mrm~

You bore me more than usual today, Mayfield. Won’t somebody come and entertain me for a while? Edgeworth’s drone was no fun at all, you know. It stopped trying to get away after the fifth time I stabbed him. No endurance at all…

Well, I'm at 1248 William's Road, if you're interested.

[If you were to pass by Jane’s house, you may notice a large

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[wondering_eye]

[Just kind of...pokes at the body.]

That's actually pretty impressive.

[hurtjustalittle]

It's wasteful to leave any blood. I had to be... thorough.

[wondering_eye]

Oh, I understand where you're coming from. Wasting food bothers me.

[Picks off a piece of the drone's flesh and thoughtfully chews on it.]

...When it tastes this bad, though, I guess I can make exceptions.

[hurtjustalittle]

I plan to find something more appetizing to drink tonight. I've come to terms with how ridiculous it is to try to moderating myself. It's not like there's a limited supply of humans.

[fractured_white]

*He looks at the body with amusement.* These dolls seem to be of little worth in general.

[hurtjustalittle]

They're boring, yes. Are you offering to entertain me instead?

If you wanna do some damage, go ahead. I've been wanting to get him injured.

[fractured_white]

*He slips a knife out of his pocket and idly toys with it, poking his finger with the tip to draw blood. If he feels it, it doesn't show and it's worth noting that both hands are covered in almost surgically straight cuts, ranging from several days old to nearly faded.* A game, is it? I'd be happy to play~

Can do! Do you mind him dying?

[hurtjustalittle]

[The scent of blood is almost too much for her; her eyes go black and she jolts forward a little, but rapidly regains her composture.]

Please stop that.

The game is called, "The Burning Game". If you can last until a certain point, I let you go free. If not...

[cheesewithwine]

[Fransu kicks the body, or what's left of it, out of the way.]

[hurtjustalittle]

Don't touch my kills. That's there for a reason.

[cheesewithwine]

Excusez-moi, but it was blocking the door. [She had a bad day at work.]

If you want more food that badly, I suggest you try feeding on that horrid boss of mine.

[hurtjustalittle]

You shouldn't talk like that, Fransu.

And I'm done with drones.

[is_an_island]

... Well, I do have some board games.

But I'll have you know that I'm not merciful when I'm playing.

[hurtjustalittle]

Mercy is an over-rated concept.

Either way, that's not the sort of game I'm playing tonight.

[is_an_island]

I see.

Well, I'm in a cards mood myself, too. Play a charming round of... some age-appropriate game.

[hurtjustalittle]

It's a hunting game, actually.

You're still welcome to come along if you want to.

[ponypuncher]

Don't waste yer time with drones, lady. They don't do much. I pestered one yesterday and all he did was brandish a butter knife at me--Eventually I just hung him up on a light post.

[hurtjustalittle]

They don't even scream. It's pitiful.

Would you like to play instead?

[ponypuncher]

Nah, Thorfinn just wiggled around yesterday. Kind of pathetic, really.

Hmm. Ya strong?

[hurtjustalittle]

I have my weapons.