Of course you won. I've seen you fight. You certainly do know how to use your hands. [Beaten up, wallet tossed in a fire, but at least in better spirits it seems, than when Nikolai first got a hold of him.
Mal is being very successful in making Nikolai uncomfortable. He doesn't want to talk about this. Not here, not now, not ever, really. The life he leads as Sturmhond keeps him busy enough, as does being the King of Ravka. Beyond that, he doesn't want to think about what else he desires.
But here Mal is, pressing him, leaning in closer, asking him impossible questions.]
I told you what I dream of at night. Where would you like me to take you? I need to give the driver a destination before people start to stare.
I'm not sure what his owners call him. I call him Jiji.
[Somewhere, at the bar, Aizawa puts a hand to his mouth to cover a laugh. Not because it didn't make him smile but just because he didn't want to explain it to the real Midnight he was drinking with.]
A good likeness.
[Next is an older photo, taken in a cat cafe, with a bright orange cat that you can hardly see the face of because of how wide open his mouth is, yowling. There's no text on the image but, following Midnight, the resemblance to a certain UA teacher should be obvious...]
[ She was pretty sure no cop would actually look quite as good as him in nothing but a fluffy towel. One reason she wasn't ever going to actually turn herself in.
She let her coat fall to the floor but kicked it out of her way as she turned to place her hands on the counter - still without speaking. If the power had gone to his head with this, it was probably about time she got paid back for the crown and being queen going to hers. ]
Car accident. I'm fine, nothing more lasting than a mild concussion and copious blood on my face. I'll need a new car, but that's what insurance is for.
Oh no, I understand. Assassins undertake solitary cases; but scientists work on a global scale, and an exceptional scientist can save or claim a billion lives.
I hope not. You should get Coran a list of names and ranks of those who might follow you, though. There may be a chance we could get them out safely. I'd rather try.
[ Okay, Rapunzel, you can do it. You can respond in a way that benefits you both, and is also sexy, and is not a dorky and dumb thing to say. Just type it out with shaking, embarrassed fingers. ]
Why would you settle for anything less than the real thing?
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Her eyes grow wider the longer she stares at the text. TOO SPICY-- ]
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