idk, they’re cute

“Raine!”

He half turned in the direction of the voice but the owner crashed into him before he could say anything in response.

“What, Mallory?” he looked down at the giggling woman.

“Nothing~” she sang, hiding her giggles behind her hand. “Just wanted to see if you would answer me.”

“Why wouldn’t I?”

“Oh, because you ignore most people?”

“You’re not most people,” he said dryly, rolling his eyes when Mallory gasped dramatically.

“Careful, sunshine. I might start thinking you have a thing for me.” Mallory kissed him on the cheek, winked and flounced off.


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in front of the camera pt.12

(The camera starts up to Mallory sat in a swivel chair)

“You know…we might spend more money on repairs and food than we should, the idiots who also live here never shut up,” she paused to listen to the yelling that was coming from downstairs before continuing, “Alois might steal my shampoo, Daniele might try to get rid of my fishnets, Leander might add salt to my tea out of spite, Connolly might use me to vent more than I would like, Raine might sleep in my room all the time, and Akirou might flirt with all of us but-” 

She cut herself off and shrugged with a slight smile on her face. “But, at the end of the day, they’re my bunch of assholes.”


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birthday? no

“You know,” Mallory began after a moment of just staring at the chaos that was the living room, “I didn’t expect to come home to candles extremely close to the curtains that are undoubtedly a fire hazard and Milo underneath Blondie but okay.”

She ignored Milo’s sputtering and Leander’s glare, staring straight at Akirou with a single raised eyebrow.

“But blue eyes,” her boss whined in that mischievous, mocking voice of his. “It’s your birthday. There has to be candles.”

“My birthday was on the 31st of October and that still doesn’t explain why Blondie is topping lamb boy.”

“That’s not my name and you know it,” Milo called out as he tried to shove Leander off of him.

“Bite me.”


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born for it

“How does a girl like you end up doing something like this?”

A thousand answers linger on her tongue, some honest, some scathing, some little more than half truths and fairy dust.

“I was born for it,” she says eventually, slowly as if she was speaking to a child. “I was born for murder, for torture, for lies and half truths.”


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