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((Apparently the assassin is difficult to sneak up upon. I just went with it, though.))

((Claire's hiding. :3 No muffins yet.))
((*obsessively compulsive*))

(now respond to angel!!!))

((Wow... drama drama drama. . . ))

Lawliet woke up the next day, and yawned. He stood up and stretched. His foot still hurt after being shot, but it actually wasn't that bad and was already starting to heal. He took a shower and after, put on boxers and cargo pants, but nothing else. He shuffled into the kitchen, still half awake and the maids were already busy making him a large breakfast. He ate it all and headed down to his training room before doing more 'business'.

Lea didn't go to sleep that night. She had spent most of it at raves and clubs, steeling money by acting like a slut. She collected up to $1,000 and rented a nice hotel room and went to bed right before dawn (without a man mind you).

Why do I come back to you?

You hate me. You scream at me. You ignore me.

But I still come back to you.

You push me. You pull me. You shove me against random solid objects all hours of the day.

But I still run back to you.

Why?


((Well, Angel doesn't know there are people outside.
OH. And I meant 'no one' as in 'no guards/enemy'. Sorry. xd ))

The noose was released from Tiffany's throat, the metal rod pulling back up into the ceiling.

But before it did, mechanics inside whirled, and the metal split into three fingers, and one thumb.

The rod was hollow on the inside.

A cigarette was sent down the rod into the metallic fingers, which nonchalantly shoved the cancer stick into Angel's mouth.

"There you go, my darling," the voice cooed as the rod went up a little more to where Angel couldn't reach it. "Good luck trying to light it."

Why do I come back to you?

You hate me. You scream at me. You ignore me.

But I still come back to you.

You push me. You pull me. You shove me against random solid objects all hours of the day.

But I still run back to you.

Why?


"Hmmm, sorry my darling. I don't smoke, so I have no lighter," the voice replied. "I suppose you'll just have to turn it into chewing tobacco, heh."

Why do I come back to you?

You hate me. You scream at me. You ignore me.

But I still come back to you.

You push me. You pull me. You shove me against random solid objects all hours of the day.

But I still run back to you.

Why?


"The amount of nicotine in there isn't enough to kill you, sweetie," the voice said. "Because if you've smoked even one before this, you would've died already if that was the case. Small dose, my darling, small doses..."

Besides, who's to say the cigarette wasn't... touched upon before Angel received it?