After a few moments of contemplating how best to convince him, the blonde popped the collar and top two buttons of her uniform open, showing him both the pair of puncture wounds in her neck at the same time as flashing her fanged grimace at him.
❝ I know it may be hard to +
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Flirting! When blessed with good looks and when the circumstances align...it lets you squeeze through even the tightest of cracks! Although, for a man like Garou? It was unorthodox at best.
He's not going to complain. It worked out. "I'm not forcing you, am I?"
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Before she had an opportunity to inform the stranger that her accent was distinctly English, his second comment slipped past her defenses and briefly gave her pause.
❝ I um ... Cor blimey, fine!
But you can't tell anyone, alright? It's supposed to be a secret I think. ❞
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On the contrary, her hesitation smells like blood. And with him as the shark starved of knowledge, he was eager to gobble up her story, seeing as he had nothing better to do. "You talk strange, y'know? Funky accent. I like it."
"Yer cute. So go on, spill. I wanna know."
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Her head rolled back with a sigh, pinching the bridge of her nose while her spectral arm rested on her hip.
❝ Aahh, bollocks ... me n' my big gob. Master'd have me guts for garters if he were 'ere now.
It's really not a story you'd wanna hear, sir. ❞
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"Nope. Too late. I've decided I wanna hear what you mean by 'death'. I mean, I guess I get it. The older you are, the closer to dying you are. Yet you speak it like it means something else."
"What's yer story?"
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