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She was shoved away, and responded by going limp in his arms, easily pushed back into the wall. "If you need to go, then go. Just make sure you understand why you're leaving, before you do." Her eyes were guarded, but her smile had returned. It was very small, and told him nothing about her mood.

"Otherwise you're just going to fall back into your old mistakes. And then nothing good can ever come from something as bad as me." Her teeth snapped at the end of her sentence.

"Give? Give what?"

It wasn't an answer to her question, by a longshot. But despite asking it, she had an inkling of what he'd meant, and it had her interest. She lifted her hand, and brushed the back of her fingers against the scars on his face. Scars were nasty things - they'd ruined such a pretty little face, as they had many others in Deus. She followed the line of them, and continued down his neck, to find unmarred skin.

She wanted to ask him where he'd gotten those scars. She wanted to know exactly how to avoid ever losing the only thing that mattered.

Maebe could have purred at that response. She refrained, if only for his sake. Instead, she continued to run up and down the length of his scars with her fingers. "Where did these come from?" He wanted a change of subject, and she wanted useful information.

"Halloween students." She'd never encountered one of those before, but she knew of them. "It seems strange, when they're called that - I tend to imagine the big, scary monsters we've been fighting, in glasses and overalls trying to rush to third period. It sounds like a cartoon show."

And yet, one of them had done this to his face. And they were trying to kill hunters as well. Hey, who wasn't?

"I appreciate you telling me that." She murmured. "Just one more thing to stay away from." She sighed sharply as an overwhelming sense of frustration overcame her. "I'm leaving."

Her abrupt admittance was based solely on her sudden need to accomplish something. Maybe she'd go find a spar. Or a good, hard ********. Maybe both. Just not at the same time.

Whatever the case would be, Otto's presence was starting to make her restless for something. Her hands dropped away, and she walked off, taking the time to fondly pat his rear end as she walked off.

"But, Otto." She was already several steps away when she stopped, and turned her head. He was given a calculating side glance. "If you ever change your mind about me." Her lips quirked to the side. "About us. I'll be ready."

Her heels went clack, clack, clack against the linoleum as she walked away.