[cream of the cop] Day One

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Forward-dated to Tuesday Afternoon

This morning, Ilsa had retrieved the milk from the step as she usually does, but this time there is a postcard tucked in with the bottles:

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[hotfrombehind]

[Pyro's also on his way back home from work, hoping to get out of his work suit as soon as possible. He doesn't usually get back around the same time as Ilsa, but he wanted to get home earlier than he normally does. He hangs around the house more than usual now, so when he sees her, he gives a wave.

He drops his hand quickly when he sees the weapon in hers.] Well, fuck me, you look goddamn pleasant. Planning on killing with that?

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[ She gives him a cheery smile. ]

Why, of course, dear!

[ The chirpy tone is nothing like her normal tone, and that tinkling laugh is creepy. She changes the grip on her purse and advances on Pyro. ]

[hotfrombehind]

Well, fucking ass bitch shit. [He stares at her for a moment before dashing into the house. He tries to lock it before she has a chance to come in after him.

It's too late to make a flamethrower now, but he plans to take apart their stove tomorrow. If what Scout said was right, everything should be replaced by the next day. He takes a knife and moves as far away from the front door as possible.

His choices are shit: either try to kill her, run, or get killed himself.]

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Tch! Language, dear!

[ She gently chides him before he slams the door in her face. ]

Well, now really!

[ She starts rummaging in her purse for her keys, holding the blade in her teeth. ]