[AnOTP: For Amber] Addicted to the ---

[vial_o_zydrate]

... probably to the knife - or maybe to something else

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[muchapoptosis]

He's about to meet a former one. And perhaps this time she'll fall in his trap -- or not? It's not a battle of wits; it's not a mindgame; this? It's a jungle, baby. See or be seen. Bite or get bitten. Snatch and --.

"I'd think your night vision is better than this." Cold voice, unmoving shadow leaning against a wall.

[vial_o_zydrate]

GraveRobber laughs. "You'd think a lot of things," GraveRobber replies, and he slowly turns to illuminate her with the zydrate. "But then again, we've never done much thinking, have we?"

[muchapoptosis]

Amber's mouth is dry, and she desperately tries to keep her voice even.

"-- not as much as you might think." Her eyes are glued on the small vial.

[vial_o_zydrate]

He knoooows, and it amuses him. "Huh huh, pretty face, keep telling yourself that."