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Mike took a step back when Holly suddenly hugged him and he froze for a second before putting his arms around her, nodding a bit. When the woman from the cafe stepped out of the alley, he tensed up and wanted to stand between the two women but Holly beat him to it. Certainly in this situation, it would probably be better for her to to be in the front, what with her glowing hands and powers.
As the two talked to each other, the tattoo artist stood there completely dazed and overwhelmed by just the conversation, let alone the snow flying everywhere and supernatural auras. He tried his best to piece together all the information but the only thing he could think about was the fact that there was an assassin coming after Holly. An assassin? It sounded so...fictional. He didn't have time to ponder it anymore before a loud, clear slap rang out and he stared, mouth a little open in surprise, at the two. Were they going to fight? Should he hide behind that pathetic looking trash can on the corner? A few moments passed and nothing happened, but he was certainly ready to dodge to the side the instant anything fiery flew towards him.
Finally it was over and once Holly's mother had disappeared, Mike let out a small sigh and relaxed his shoulders somewhat. He hadn't realized how tense he was and thus resulted in his sore neck and back. A war...I feel like I got caught in a Tolkien book or something... Looking over Holly once, he tried to imagine what her supposed little sister assassin would look like, complete with demonic eyes and every intention of murdering them. His shoulders gave a visible shudder at the image. "H-hey, maybe we shou-" Holly cut him off mid-sentence by falling against him and he instinctively put his arms around her again, in case she fell on the ground completely. What could he say at this point? Something thoughtful, sensitive, to help make her feel better..."Do you wanna go buy a soap?" What. The. ********.
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Jeff staggered behind the vampire, appearing rather drunk, and was about to just sit down on the bed when he was shoved. Instead of the nice, soft, relaxing mattress he expected, he landed face first, which caused his head to tilt back, in turn causing his neck and back to hurt again. "Ughn................" The sheets muffled his loud groan of pain...kind of...and creaked under him as he rolled onto his back, naturally hurting him more. Why he thought it would be a good idea, it would be impossible to know. With his hands chained behind him, he struggled to roll again, looking a little like a fish out of water, and after a minute, just gave up. He settled with his pain with a heavy sigh and stared up at the ceiling, bleeding slightly onto the bed. "He killed my father. I just want revenge, but the thought of you helping me? Ha." Jeff chuckled very quietly with a half-smirk and glanced over at her, "I thought you said he turned over a supposedly new leaf. Perhaps you've taken a fancy to me now that you've gotten to know me better in the last five minutes?"