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Don’t know if I should add Ansel Elgort, Keenan Tracey, or Kiko Mizuhara as another muse.
But their lack of roleplayable gifs frustrates me to no end.
Morning wasn’t Alexei’s favourite time of the day so he was less than pleased when the doorbell rang and answered it, still half asleep, only to see a female speaking about a dead body. “Wait, what?” he asked blearily then looked beyond her. “What the fuck,” he muttered and frowned. “I don’t know who that is,”
Piper scanned the person for any sign of lying. He could be a killer, she’s not entirely sure, but the genuine look of confusion on his face did nothing to prove her right.
“Oh… Well then, I think you should call the cops… or an ambulance, if he’s still alive.” She smiled at him. “Maybe both?”
Though the obvious repel of his flexes once the food entered his mouth, Tami chose to ignore it. It was the first time she cooked a partly edible food and she’s quite proud of that achievement.
”I know you’re just saying that, but still—-I managed not to kill you. Last time I cooked something, my friend went straight to the emergency room for food poisoning so yeay! You survived.”
“That’s nice to know,” he replied half-heartedly, trying to ignore the obvious discomfort in his stomach. He could almost taste the vomit making its way to his throat. If it continues, he’s going to have a trip to the bathroom or the kitchen sink pretty soon.
“Mint,” he asked from her, “I need mint. Or anything to calm my stomach.”
Piper rang their neighbor’s doorbell twice and waited for an answer. When someone came to answer the door, she greeted them with a friendly smile.
“Hi. I don’t mean to alarm you, but I think there’s a dead person on your front yard.” She moved aside and glanced at the body lying on the grass. “I didn’t check for a pulse, though.”
Those kinds of things didn’t really bother her.
Tasting the food was probably Beck’s greatest mistake. Right off the bat his taste buds resented it and his gag reflex was triggered. To keep himself from spitting out the food, he swallowed it whole. He cleared his throat after downing a whole glass of water.
“What do I think? Uh… Yeah, it was… good. It was— the food sends me straight to heaven.”
It was the worst thing I’ve ever tasted in my life.
"Yes, I’m sure. And even if I had provoked them. I couldn’t really be charged with anything. What happened hear didn’t go against the law in the least. And even if you were a witness, you’d only be obliged if you wanted to testify and even then you’d only be obliged to say what you saw. Not what you think happened or who you think was the bad guy."
“I’m not sure, but someone who studies or practices law would know. And oh, don’t worry, I know the basics in what to do in court cases. I’ve been to numerous hearings before. This conversation in no way clouds my memory.”
”Oh don’t remind me. I had a bad night yesterday, that was why I arrived drunk!”
“And my apartment just happened to be nearby?” He smiled understandingly but took on a more concerned tone. “Melody, you should be more careful.”
“I figured you probably had a lot to do today.. So, I thought it would be better if I did. But if you want me to stay, I’d like that too. I didn’t want to become a bother.”
“You’re right, but my shift starts at one, which means I still have time. Would you like some breakfast?”
"They were the ones who came right at me!"
“Are you sure? Because a plea of self defense can only apply to certain circumstances,” she remarked, “and if this ever leads to court, I’m obligated to become a witness.”