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If one were to enter the living room, they would find all of the drapes and blinds covering their respective windows, two of the lighter chairs pushed back to back, blankets thrown over them, creating a crude tent.
... If one were to peek inside the tent, they would find a new face huddled beneath it, making direct eye-contact the moment one's face came into sight, smile spreading, and his dull expression suddenly becoming... not so.
"Hello."
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It had been an uneventful past few days. She lived - although incognito - amongst these robots. DM had loathed them to a vast extent of her being; but there would always be one -- or even two that would appeal to her rich tastes. These were different and even reminded Dead Master of herself. So, so, so different.
Dark. Obscure. Surreal.
Beautiful.
They were like prizes to her eyes. Beautiful trophies. She wanted them for her own. The demon had longed for these beings in her possession. She was not sure herself as to why. But she did, and she would.
But again, it had been an uneventful past few days.
It had been.
'. . . Oh~ I like him.'
This one was peculiar. Very peculiar. Or maybe. . . similar.
She grabbed that thought with her before shifting herself over to a small, black-and-white clad boy. He seemed to be colouring; if not, about to. He had crayons lying next to him, but Dead Master paid it no mind. It was adorable, but who cared? Much much too busy staring at this darling.
"Hello there, little boy. You're cute. What's your name? ♥"
Dark. Obscure. Surreal.
Beautiful.
They were like prizes to her eyes. Beautiful trophies. She wanted them for her own. The demon had longed for these beings in her possession. She was not sure herself as to why. But she did, and she would.
But again, it had been an uneventful past few days.
It had been.
'. . . Oh~ I like him.'
This one was peculiar. Very peculiar. Or maybe. . . similar.
She grabbed that thought with her before shifting herself over to a small, black-and-white clad boy. He seemed to be colouring; if not, about to. He had crayons lying next to him, but Dead Master paid it no mind. It was adorable, but who cared? Much much too busy staring at this darling.
"Hello there, little boy. You're cute. What's your name? ♥"
...
*Stares down at the small boy. He's so tiny. She could step on him if she isn't careful, so she must move with caution.*
...
*Clicks twice, hoping she's not intimidating.*
*Stares down at the small boy. He's so tiny. She could step on him if she isn't careful, so she must move with caution.*
...
*Clicks twice, hoping she's not intimidating.*
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