,`My Obsession, `

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  • "It's not that, it's just my wrist hurts" Genevieve gave a light-hearted chuckle trying to lighten the tension in the air.

  • Luciano chuckled and stood up. "Good. If you harm our precious guest even a little, I'll have to scar your beautiful skin." He unlocked the door and slipped out.

  • "Ti amo troppo, Carolina," Luciano chimed merrily. He peered back inside to pluck the knife from the door. "Grazie for the knife." He grinned and slammed the door close.

  • Luciano dodged the dager and turned to face her. "Fine. But for one bacio!" He held the knife behind his back.

  • "A kiss~!" Luciano purred. He reached up with one hand to stroke her cheek. "Then, I might give your knife back."

  • He took a step forward to lessen the space between them. "Si. Only one. Unless you want more," he whispered the last part.


  • GIlen smiled a little. "Well it wont happen, i promise."
    Carolina shot a knife at the door as he walked out. "BASTARD I HATE YOU!!!"


    Genevieve gave a nod, and looked at the man a bit more. His hair was scraggly and unbrushed, and it seemed like he could truly care less, his eyes were dull, and his skin a bit pale. It seemed like everyone here had a very, well distinctive way about them.

  • Gilen looked at the girl,"is..something wrong??" he asked in a monotone voice,as if trying not to sound worried. Which he wasnt of course but, hey gotta be nice for one right?

  • "I'm not going to kill you yet. Just giving you an idea on how fast I can get rid of you," Luciano said dangerously. He threw the knife at the wal, and turned to catch up wity Gilen and Genevieve.

  • "No," Genevieve said simply. She pushed a few stray hairs back over her head, trying to keep them from obscuring her vision.