She’s a bit uneasy, of course, fully knowing what he’s capable of. But, she’s attempting her best to think brighter, find optimism in his wickedness. “Fine. We can go out.” Babs consents. “But I think you should really seal the deal.”

of course she’d want him to seal their little deal. doing that, would ensure that ky actually kept his side of it, and he would. well, from a certain point of view, but that was semantics.

“fine,” he said, moving closer to place his lips on her own. not something he would usually do, but…if it meant gaining her trust? so be it.

She’s dead serious, and it shows as she waits for his response. He goes dark, his eyes seem black and cold. She holds her breath but not because she’s scared. She’s — captivated. His grin is almost too much, it causes her to smile in turn. But then she takes a few steps forward, once again attempting to meet his gaze. “Well I was going to take you out but maybe we should stay in?”

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“Or,” he said, moving his right hand under her chin, “You can take me out an’ i’ll have a bit of fun.” Though, ‘fun’ to him usually meant some kind of violence. Usually the sort that was fatal for anyone involved. “I promise I won’t kill anyone… just for you.” He said it as truth, but even Ky knew deep down that it could quickly become a lie. Especially with his moods. “I promise.”

She leans in, meeting his tall gaze. Amused expression withers into something somewhat of a pensive state. She opens her lips to speak, thinks on it, then closes her lips before taking a step back. “Do you eat?”

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Ky thought the question would have been something important. Like, if she wanted him to do something, or about what he liked to wear. At least those questions he would have gave an honest response to, but for this? Oh, he was going to have a slight amount of fun. 

He leaned forward, licked his lips, and then spoke in a low tone; completely serious. “I could eat you.” As for what that meant… it was completely up for debate.

However, around ten to twenty seconds later, he couldn’t help the shit-eating grin that formed across his face as he was just about to burst out laughing. Though, he managed to contain himself. For the moment at least.

She raises her brows, partially amused but tries to keep her smile hidden before clearing her throat. With a bat of her long lashes she informs him “I didn’t even ask it.”

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of course she didn’t, but he was trying to be nice. well, as best as he could possibly be at the moment. so what if he put on a little amusement of his own? at least he wasn’t harming anyone ( for the moment at least ). “what do you want then?”

“What the fuck are you?!” apparently babs enjoys profanity from time to time.

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of course she saw a glimpse; not everything, but just a small taste of his true form. a very small flash; something that most people would have just thought as a hallucination or something akin to it. like a shadow out of the corner of someone’s eye, but this time around it was longer than just a few seconds, and now? he’d have to do some sort of clean up.
      “language,” he said, making sure to say that before anything else. “do you kiss your mother with that mouth?”

        She’s honestly beyond tongue-tied, brilliantly flabbergasted she cannot even get the words to slip from her tongue as she stumbles over them like an utter train wreck. “….What the fuck?! Dude – No!” 

       “i personally see no problem with it.” he gave a slight shrug. “people die all the time. you learn to accept it, live with it, and move on.” it was how it was in his mind. “— or do you disapprove of my methods?”