Ow. :I
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Thread Topic: Ow. :I
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*there* Watch. Him. *hisss*
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Angel: No. *stares at the ground* ..You're not Pitch.
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Yes I am. You're Angel. My wife. *circles her*
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Angel: ..Not your wife. I'm married to the other Pitch. *blink blink* I think.
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I..am Pitch. e.e *goes from behind her, tracing one finger on her neck* Pitch Fraser. Where are my kids, um.. Harriett?
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Angel: No, you're not. And Harriett is with Dylan and Brooklyn. Not saying where. *pushes his hand away* *huff*
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Ooo. Feisty. Just like I like 'em. *wraps his arms from behind, tightly* *rests his chin on her shoulder*
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Angel: *goes completely still* ..I'd prefer if you wouldn't touch me.
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E.P: And I prefer you shut up and enjoy it or the Faker's going to take his last breath. Now, Angel Smith, you wouldn't want that do you? You don't want wittle D.P to go to sleep forever, now would you?
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Angel: *thinks about this for a second* ..No. Alright.
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E.P: Good girl. *sinks his fangs into her neck*
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Angel: *little scream of surprise* *and then just stands there with wide eyes*
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E.P: *starts to suck*
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Angel: *silent, for about five seconds* ..S-Stop. That hurts.
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E.P: *pulls away, licking his lips* Mhmm. Did D.P ever did that to you? Hm?
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