kill your boyfriend, we could be together

[bornoutofdeath]

[There's a sound deep within an alleyway, a quick scritching noise that echoes around a quiet part of town. There's a man half-hidden behind a large dumpster can, hoody and jeans covered in dust and grime and blood. His fingernails scrape across the metal of the bin beside him as he scrambles to his feet, sparking energy nervously from his hands.]

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[dominateartimus]

Now what do I smell like to you?

[Came an amused voice from the shadows, his eyes pitch black as he watches this interesting being with lightning in his hands.]

Also, just as a fyi, you're not my master. Even if I was under your command, I'd be rebelling.

[bornoutofdeath]

Dinner. [Have a grin, the Master's skin switching in and out from human to his skeletal aspect. Nevertheless he makes a show of sucking up a great lungful of air, tasting it] Not human. Good. They're vile.

Do you know what they do to unruly little mice? [He's tapping out a four beat on his elbow, clearly insane] Cut off their tails.

[dominateartimus]

Very fragile too.

[He raises an eyebrow at the constant switch between skin and skeleton. This was interesting and different.]

I'm for dinner? That's unlikely. Whatever you're charged with, won't affect me.

[He has to laugh at the mice analogy.]

I don't have a tail.

[bornoutofdeath]

I used to have a tail. [He makes a noise that sounds suspiciously like a purr] Terrrrrible Trrrrrricky things, tails.

[He shoves his dirty hands inside the pouch of his hoody and produces a bone which he proceeds to chew on, gnawing at it like an animal] But then I used to have a lot of things.

[butterfly_grim]

Haa... [ And out from the shadows strolled the make-shift death god. ] You sure cut to the chase, don't you? I am a bit offended though. Do I really smell that strong?

[bornoutofdeath]

[With a sneering grin] You reek of other. What are you?

[butterfly_grim]

And here I am showering every day. [ Siiiiigh ] I'll give you three guesses.

[bornoutofdeath]

You're something wrong. [Scenting the hair slightly] Something off.

[traversingtime]

Stop! [Holds his hands out] Just wait

[bornoutofdeath]

[Tilting his head to the side] And why should I?

[traversingtime]

Well, you might hurt someone. Namely yourself

[bornoutofdeath]

Is that concern, I taste, Doctor?