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[winstre]

Is it such a shock that if my interest aligns with others, I can play cooperatively?

[So suspicious! Good girl. He's not trying very hard to hide his amusement.]

I followed your blood trail all this way. Such a lack of hospitality.

[He clicks his tongue against the back of his teeth.]

If you truly wish to drown yourself in a bottle, far be it from me to stop you.

[rockypath]

If it's getting you what you want, I'm sure you can play at anything.

[Except she's not entirely sure what it is that he does want. To bite her again? Something more than that? He'd followed her blood all the way here, so maybe that is all that this is about.

She wrinkles her nose at him. Speaking of drinking, she's going to go right back to that, thanks. Lifting the beer, she rattles it at him before taking a swig and setting the empty bottle aside.] Yes, see? I can be self-destructive all on my own without your help. Follow my blood trail out, the same way you came then, please and thank you.

[winstre]

[He does have what he wants. Her address. The rattle of letting himself in. The doubt of the flowers. There's something to be said for a slow build of pressure over time, not to mention most draw strength from anger. It's the place of uncertainty that builds weakness.

His smile is perfectly pleasant and bland. It even reaches his eyes.]

If you insist. Enjoy the flowers. Next time I'll just bring a cheap six-pack.

[Yeah. There will be a next time. He starts for the door.]