>Location: Dorm then back of school
>Company: Aria, and Nexus
>Thoughts/Feelings:I wonder if she will do it?
>Wearing:Matthew's attire
>Occ:Who will hit him?
Matthew sat in the bed for quite a while pondering on his talk with his father. When he fell back asleep that night it was the only thing on his mind. He remembered vaguely the man asking him how his room was and omitting he was his father. Matthew was confused at first. He could recall he did answer regardless.
"The decor is done well, I would have added a few dead bodies here and there, or a real life skeleton reaching its hand up from one of the graves. It will look as if it is attempting to escape, and will make me laugh seeing it. As if something could escape a fate like that." He chuckled in a deranged tone. His father would have soon left after that. Matthew has not once spoke to him, and for some reason, he felt weird around him. As if something was off. The black haired male got out of the coffin bed and stretched. He looked down at his bare top half and sighed. He knew he needed a shirt. He usually did not sleep with one, but for some odd reason he slept with pants, regular jeans.
"Meow!" He heard from behind him as a small puff ball ran in front of his feet. It stopped him from going further. He stared down at the cat as if purred rubbing against his legs.
"I could have kicked you like a soccer ball Death. To have you fly across the floor and into the cabinet over there. Possibly hitting your head and smashing your skull on impact, if I kicked you that hard." He thought of the snap of its skull, it rang in his eardrums and he almost felt tempted to hear it. He wanted to watch the innocent cat fly across the room, he might even shatter some of Death's ribs if he kicked hard enough. He then heard the cat meow again and it's big eyes stared up at him. He exhaled.
"Silly little cat, how about I get you some food since you are hungry." He told it. He was a bit surprised he had such an urge to kill Death. He usually liked cats or anything that had to do with bad luck. He loved things like that. He shook his head.
My tendencies and imagination is getting worse, I suppose since I am in contact with such interesting people. They are not exactly seen everyday, especially not demi-gods. They can fight back better than some humans. Which makes it fun. Is that why? Is that why I feel as if I should kill them all? To see if I can? To kill myself? It would be fun, very fun. His grin seemed disturbed. The cat meowed at his feet again. He glanced down at the cat as he looked in the cabinets. He searched and found a can of cat food.
"Here we are." He chirped in his usual happy go lucky murderous yet harmonic voice. He opened the can after he searched the drawer and found a can opener. He put the can down on the floor and the cat attacked it like it was starving away. He smiled looking at the cat.
"Such a violent way of eating something Death. How cute." He snickered going to make himself something. He then saw a clock hanging in the kitchen.
"Six thirty five." He said to himself. "A meeting is soon." He started to head to his tombstone draw. He picked out some clothes and changed. He had almost forgotten, and he found himself quite hungry too.
"If I do decide to kill them I could eat there flesh." He joked.
"It would not be rather tasty though, it seems a bit disgusting from a human." He stated getting his attire on and heading out. He looked back at Death who went running up to the door. He slammed it on the cat's face and he soon heard a thud of it hitting itself on the door. It meowed sadly after.
"That is what you get for running into the door." He mocked the cat as he left. He went heading to the back of the school were the alleged meeting was taking place. He saw the two there and smirked.
"The female with anger issues and the chicken are here, how quaint." He spoke in a friendly manner.
"I am surprised the womanizer has not arrived yet. He seemed rather fond of you." He said directed to Aria. He saw she had headphones in and pulled one of them out of her ears. He was close to her face as he spoke.
"You know someone could have snuck up behind you and stabbed you in the back. It is also not good for your hearing to wear those in your ears. I would hate to fight you if you are hearing impaired. It will not be as fun." He let go of her ear-bud and backed away looking up at the sky as he turned around.
"What a beautiful day to have the sky rain with the blood of the dead. I am sure you cannot contain all that anger of yours Aria. How about you hit me a few times before this meeting starts?" He turned around and put out his chin.
"Right here." He pointed to his cheek.
"Go ahead, unless you are scared of where the result might lead too, or are you really a sheep in wolves clothing? Trying to appear bad, but are really a weakling." He seemed as if wanted to provoke her. He did not even flinch back from his position, nor would he. He wanted to see what she would do. He wanted to see how far he could provoke her.
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