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[lamortdeshommes]

[There is a click and then a loud squirting noise as Isabella is blasted with a jet of water. There is a shriek of rage followed by a crash as the comm is thrown across the room.]

Nod's son...

[There are footsteps, before sounds of the comm being picked up.]

Haine. We should talk. Very soon. Come find me.

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[sonotyourdog]

Like I would know where you are.

[sonotyourdog]

We were ordered to fight to the death.

[lamortdeshommes]

[Her eyes flash red with anger and she growls again.]

That's horrible!

[sonotyourdog]

Yeah, I know. I thought I was the only one who survived, but I was wrong.

[He started to do up his neck bandage.]

Lily was suppose to be dead but, she's here. Tch...

[lamortdeshommes]

[She can't help it. Getting off of the bed, she wraps him in a hug.]

Lo siento, mi amigo...

[sonotyourdog]

[He didn't understand what she just said as she grabbed him in to a hug. All he could was blink in surprise.]

[lamortdeshommes]

[After a moment, she let go, knowing he was a fan of his personal space. Settling back onto her bed, she tucked her legs underneath her.]

I'm sorry...

[sonotyourdog]

Its fine.

[He said quietly as he took a few steps back.]

My story isn't going to stop you, is it?

[lamortdeshommes]

[She grins.]

You know me too well.

[sonotyourdog]

[He took a few moe steps back at that grin. Something bad would always happen when females grin like that...]

Not exactly.

[lamortdeshommes]

[She wraps her arms around her legs and rests her chin on her knees.]

What? I'm not going to bite... your permission, anyway...

[sonotyourdog]

With my permission... unless you order me to.

[He glanced down at a twitch in his hand, confused. There was scoff as he shook it.]

Tch, this is annoying.

[lamortdeshommes]

I've decided I'm not going to order you to provide with me with blood.

[She smirks at his twitch.]

What's annoying?

[sonotyourdog]

Because you're enjoying the clinic supply instead?

[He grunts and looks away.]

Nothing.

[lamortdeshommes]

It's free; why shouldn't I?

[Oh, she knows. And it makes her want to laugh with glee that you're so uncomfrotable.]

You know, it'll go away once you do it.

[sonotyourdog]

I can think of several things to 'do'.

[Oh the context of that statement Isabella... He took a few steps foreward without realizing it.]

What the hell did you do to me?