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Never trust a Monster. Why? Because the monster will always stab you in the back at the nearest chance, it always tear you down, ripping you apart in ecstasy. It hungers for your flesh, your crimson blood. It won't stop until it gets what it hungers for, it is a hunter who enjoys the chase, the hunt. Don't run away, just submit and prey it shows mercy, prey that runs away is devoured within minutes so don't run, submit to its power. Bare your neck to its jaws so that it'll turn you away from surprise and interest, make the beast fall for you, use any talent she of seduction you have to save yourself or face death, it is a battle you will always lose. Cower before the jaws of Death or face the consequences...

Name: Asher Alleford Perculeone
Nicknames: Ash, Ford, Asshat, Ali
Age: Twenty-Four
Gender: Masculine
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Family: All died in a fire
Siblings: Only child
Children: N/A
Crush: Will develop
Lover: Has had past flings; TBD
Relationships: Has none as of right now, killed his last mistress by accident
Body Modifications: Left arm Left shoulder
Personality: Asher can seem like a real sweet heart when first upon meeting him, he oozes kindness and syrupy comments that could anyone blush, without knowing the guy you'd expect him to be a silent type of guy who blows everyone off. He seems to always have a smile on his face most of them fake, he's always the outgoing happy guy you'd never expect. He looks dark and brooding like he has a dark secret but he emits kindness and joy, always helping others whenever he can. That's outside of work, he's the total opposite when working. He's a ruthless businessman, a savage who'll snap in a second while being nice to someone else. He's unpredictable like a caged animal ready to strike, always tense and in charge. He's not scared to speak his mind though when working he carries a flat lined face, his expressionless face stony and his pale eyes cold. His true nature comes out when working, his tone sharp and precise as he rips apart his workers, he's malicious, a wolf who tears down his weak victims with ease. He's a sneaky manipulative bastard that gets his way when he commands for others to do as he says, few speak up against him in fear of receiving the ultimate consequence of angering the brutal male. Asher is a close masochist, enjoying pain at its best though he is a very dominate male when he's in relationships, always being the one on top as he dominates his chosen mistress for the night.
History: The young man grew up in a stable household up until the age of eight, he had been undergoing strange transformations of his body. At night he woke up screaming in pain as the bones in his randomly broke, of course the bones would reattach and heal but the process was painful. He went through these sessions for three years until the pain went to the extreme, his entire body changed one night, his skin peeling away to reveal black glossy fur underneath as claws and a snout erupted forth to be revealed after years of growing. At the age of eleven he had undergone his first shift, the most painful one out of the rest that he would slowly grow accustomed to. His family was from a line of purebred Lycans, they remained pure unlike their cousins the werewolves who had mixed their DNA with grey wolves. The outcome was a easier transformation but the Lycans felt that the painful shift was a test of strength and endurance, Asher would soon lose his family to a fire created by humans that had found out about their gift. The young boy was a intelligent student who had showed great promise from the beginning, most lycanthropes shifted in their teens but he shifted much earlier which was a surprise to his parents, they had expected him to change much later. Asher was a popular kid, never bullied or picked on though he did integrate into the wrong crowds at times though he always righted himself. He had shifted in front of everyone at school due to a freak accident, his parents had died that night when people had lit the family house on fire. Being the only survivor he ran away and hitchhiked to Newyork where he made his own living, he was loved by all, well mostly all. No one had suspicions of his character though each night people died no one worried about it. He lived a easy life of luxury, a life he could have only dreamed about but now he was living that dream.

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And you can base the form on mine if you'd like.

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Blinding rays of auburn rays sneaked through the curtains to reveal a chiseled jaw covered in a ten o'clock shadow, the jaw was tight with pressure though it eased soon afterwards. The jaw moved down the silk sheets to reveal a face with no blemishes except for the two scars above the person's brow. A groan of contempt could be heard as the masculine individual rolled off of the bed and landed upon their feet gracefully, they made their way into the bathroom to do morning necessities in a quick fashion. They were out within minutes as the male pulled on a suit that was sprawled across the foot of the bed then pulled on a pair of fancy looking shoes, the black shoes seemed to shine in the morning light as he made his way down a set of stairs that led into a remodeled kitchen. He scooted over to a bread cupboard to remove a single bagel to pop into the toaster, he leaned against the marbled counter lazily as a yawn burst past his pinched lips. He became alerted when the ding of the toaster sounded off, further annoying him due to the high pitched sound to his sensitive hearing. He shook his head in annoyance before further grabbing the hot bagel then smeared on some cream cheese he had previously removed from the fridge when waiting on the bagels to get toasty. He threw away the empty container then put his knife in the dishwasher before re-grabbing his newly cooked bagel which he shoved into his mouth, as he grabbed his briefcase and business jacket. He closed the front door behind him as he removed a key that locked the wooden door, he rarely ever trusted anyone in Newyork, he removed the bagel from his mouth to take a small chunk of it out as he made his way down the sidewalk, pale blue eyes flickering about his surroundings. He was aware of his surroundings even if he was in a 'safe' location he was always on alert, he trusted none but he did like a few who didn't royally annoy him which was easy to do. His act was to pretend to be happy, a guy who accepted everyone and loved all though he was far from that sappy crap, he despised most due to their ignorance and childish behavior compared to his intellectual mature behavior. Everyone in Newyork was the same gold digging bastard that would back stab their friends to gain a small fortune or a reputation. Newyork was a cutthroat society that he had excelled in, he wasn't scared of using his manipulative and cunning mind to trick others into things that he wanted, the society was a cruel one but he was well adapted to it.
The male walked up to a skyscraper that demanded attention due to its pristine beauty that radiated power, he walked up several sets of stairs that led to a aisle filled with hundreds of cubicles where diligent workers were typing away. He loved order like this, it was his ordinary life and he enjoyed keeping everything the same. With calculating eyes he made his way to his office where he set his heavy briefcase down on the mahogany desk, he sat down just behind the large desk as he rifled through multiple files. He gazed at his phone as it blinged, alerting him that he had a visitor. With a raised brow he pressed a red button located on his desk that alerted the receptionist that the visitor could come up the elevator that led directly into his office. He leaned back in the black chair, hands intertwined over his crossed knees as his eyes remained on the rising elevator. The scent that wafted up was delicious, intoxicating even as his nostrils flared to take in the sweet exotic scent that overpowered all of his senses. He was quite addicted to the scent already. The male that sat upon his throne went by the name of Asher Perculeone, a successful business man who took pride in his job, the man was known to be possessive and vindictive creature that took pleasure in manipulating others. He was like a ticking time bomb ready to explode at a single flick, he acted highly bipolar most of time so it was difficult to read how his mood was, he excelled in confusing the hell out of most. He leaned forward in his chair as the pings of the elevator grew louder until it grew silent. Then the shifting of heavy metal doors could be heard as the doors of the elevator creaked open to reveal the male who leaned forward, cold ice blue eyes looking forward in eagerness. At the sight that was bestowed upon him a smile appeared upon his lips as his blue eyes flashed with interest. "Well hello Detective, how might I help you today?" His tone was casual, playful perhaps as his eyes raked over the Detective in appreciation, she was indeed one hot piece of ass.

//I hope this was good enough! And sorry for the delayed reply, my wifi keeps going in and out unfortunately//

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The man flicked a tongue over his pearly whites as blue eyes continued to rake over the detectives body with pure appreciation, he had killed his mistress by accident several days ago which had been found by the police just the other day. The condition of her body was critical mainly due to him forcibly screwing her then tearing her neck open when she had orgasmed, all by accident of course his beast wanted a taste of action as well. To erase any hints of his DNA on the body as well as in her the wolf had ripped her genitalia viciously apart then had ripped her viscera out which had laid decoratively on the concrete ground in intricate loops of intestines.

A pink tongue flicked out to lick his top lip while his lips quivered in a attempt to hide a smile that feverishly attempted to reveal itself. He pushed back the black chair to stand on his feet, raising himself to his tall height of 6'7" which made him tower over most, he weighed in at 156 ibs a mass of pure rippling muscle, he was practically a tank though his outfit hide most of the rippling flesh that shifted underneath the loose suit. He glided over to a counter that held bourbon and several other cases of alcohol, he truly did enjoy his alcohol, it helped him not think so much during work but the bonus about drinking a lot while not being totally human was a high tolerance to alcohol and poison. He poured two glasses, one bourbon and the other one banana rum, the rum was weaker than the bourbon but it was quite tasty indeed. He perched back into his seat, sliding the rum towards the Detective who sat across him. He liked her straightforwardness he couldn't stand it when people beat around the bush, he also enjoyed her snarky attitude it was a welcoming breath of fresh air compared to the boring life of work.

He threw back the bourbon, twirling the liquid in his mouth with his tongue, cherishing the burn of the strong liquid before swallowing it as it burned a path down his throat. "Why the hell not, shoot away Detective." She wasn't dressed up like a Detective but the badge and gun strapped to her hip gave it away, most who weren't observant wouldn't have noticed the small tell tale details such as that. He grabbed another bottle of older bourbon from underneath his desk which he quickly poured into his glass, it seemed as though he had done this a million times which he had, it was obvious as most would have splashed a few droplets but none escaped the short glass cup. He raised the glass to his lips to delicately slurp a few droplets of amber liquid onto his tongue which then made a trek down his throat. He set the glass back onto the desk as he studied the Detective carefully, fingers rubbed his chin in thought before his eyes narrowed and a half smirk appeared. "Let me guess...you've come to question me about the murders that have been occurring around my estate. I would plead innocent but you wouldn't believe me, you want a alibi correct?" Asher was no idiot when within the line of police work, he had once been recruited as a police officer but the overwhelming urge to devour the murder victims came to be too much of a hassle so he created his own business line that concentrated with getting people their lost money back, but a darker secret was held within the business, they imported rare items and people to the black market which earned him large wads of cash in a fast manner, that was when he invested him money into large companies that created products on a daily process further enhancing his wealth. He supported Monopolization but most hated it seeing as it was unfair due to evidence of Rockefeller and his bad ways. He inwardly scoffed at how ridiculous people could be though he returned his attention back to the young women who sat before him, he was quite curious about her.

"Care to tell me your name? You know mine so it would only seem fair." A playful eyebrow was raised as he looked at the women over his glass, he took in her curly light brown hair and exotic eyes that seemed to stare though his soul but the thing he was attracted to her the most was the scent that pulled him in, it was unique but he was curious about it, it was entirely new to him. It held so many different scents that he couldn't decipher from others which piqued his interest, if he couldn't lunged over his desk to hungrily bite at her neck with gentle but rough nips he would have eagerly but he remained firmly in his seat, a calm aura emitting from him as his attention remained on the brown haired beauty.

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The man poured another glass for himself though he did note she wasn't accepting his peace offering, he inwardly shrugged as he nursed the glass before his lips mainly out of boredom. He was entirely nonchalant about this entire situation, he could easily swoop out of this interview with no consequences besides he could ask the old croon next door to speak for him. He cracked his neck loudly, a sigh escaping his mouth at the intense pain that traveled down his spine, he absolutely loved pain mainly due to adjusting to the pain of shifting into his canine Form. He leaned over to grab his phone, material spanning over his broad chest as his hand grasped onto the large phone with quick success he opened the lock screen then clicked onto a emergency phone number, the cell ringed for a moment before a elderly ladies voice rang out. "Hello? Asshat is that you?" The male grimaced at the nickname that the old lady, Meredith, had bestowed upon the brute who despised the name the old hag had thought was hilarious. "Meri dear, stop being a hag and tell this lovely Detective where I was at for the past week."

A hand rubbed down his face, inwardly readying himself as the old lady did a loud "ooohhhhh" before chattering on. "Little Asshat has been doing a little action lately, this lady called...what was her name again? Ah yes! The Devils bitch! Real rude ass she was, real slutty looking too, but she's been visiting my Ashie for the past week. She went home yesterday to see her family. Watch out for that slut, she's a real pain in the ass. Anywho Ash has been with her or at the bar trying to get drunk, I swear it's impossible for him to get drunk! I won't mention he's like a raging bull when he fu-" Asher coughed loudly in distress as he muted the old hag who kept chunnering on, with a sigh he looked at Ms. Wilkinson, clearly annoyed with how much the old lady ran her loud mouth, he'd give a real talking to later. He ended the call with a single click then faced Wilkinson with a raised brow. "Does that satisfy you Detective? I'd rather not go through that again." It was obvious he was uncomfortable from that embarrassing phone call though he eventually turned back to his self within moments. "Anything else Detective Wilkinson, I have a very busy day ahead of me." As if on cue his phone blinged that showed a message saying he was scheduled for a meeting in a handful of moments, he stood back up to replace his glass in a holder where a servant would come back and grab any dirty glasses which needed to be cleaned. He flicked his eyes to the glass of rum then looked down at Wilkinson. "You should try it, there's not any poison in it. Here - I'll show you."

He grabbed the rum and poured himself a glass then downed the alcohol like it was nothing, he was experienced with downing alcohol like no tomorrow. He set the glass down with a dull thud as he looked down at the Detective, waiting for her to drink her shot, besides it would be rude of her not to accept his hospitality. He traveled over to the elevator that was rising back up carrying four men who were obnoxiously loud, once the elevator had reached his floor and the door freaked open four men plundered out, obnoxious laughter filling the once quiet room. With a huff he glared at all four who had quickly shut up and now stood to the side in a formal stance. Much better. He thought to himself as his icy gaze reverted back to the Detective, patiently waiting for the female to make her way over in his direction.

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Ice blue eyes watched as the Detective exited his office with a glare that could've killed, he knew exactly what she was thinking when she jotted down on her cute little notepad like a little girl. With a scoff he walked back over to his chair and plopped down with a sigh escaping his mouth, his eyes glared at the four men who had followed him to his desk and were now standing around like a bunch of imbeciles. Oh how he hated people, it was like he needed to order them around about everything because their minds couldn't work properly. "How's the underground business? Any...problems that I need to take care of?" Then chaos ensued at his question, each male attempting to outtalk the other to the point that all four voices echoed in his office, with a loud animalistic growl they grew silent again, today was going to be quite a long day indeed.

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After five busy hours of work Asher was indeed sick and tired of work today, so many employees had made simple mistakes which he had to fix by calling the customer and saying he either gave them too much or too little and that he was terribly sorry for the inconvenience. He was leaving early today though he did tell his employees that they could have a few hours off as well since they couldn't do their job correctly he'd rather not get any more screw ups. He tapped his toe to the bings of the elevator until it reached the last floor and the doors opened, he carried on into the lobby, saying good night to the receptionist who was packing up her things as well. She was decently hot...but he hated getting involved with employees, that's how rumors go around then when they suddenly disappear all eyes turn to him so he liked to pick up hookers or women who are emotionally weak and vulnerable. Those type of people were his prey and they always fell for his tricks, he was a charming man when he smiled or joked around, most women like a guy who's equally hot and has a good sense of humor but they also want someone to protect them and he can do that to a extent. When he gets a taste of blood he can't stop killing he keeps going, savagely tearing people apart with no mercy shown, he's a true monster that would go to any extent just to get a little taste of that crimson liquid that makes him feel so...so alive. A sigh left his lips as he pushed open the heavy glass doors that led into the outside world, the sky was beginning to get darker as the sun made his trek down the sky, the moon was close to arriving, she would soon kiss his pelt with her velvety touch.

He started to make his way down the sidewalk, lazily swinging his briefcase as his eyes looked up at the sky as if tempting the moon to appear. He only shifted at night due to the fact he didn't want any witnesses or bystanders to gawk at him, he didn't kill each night unless someone saw the monster or provoked it, though in all of his years of killing he's never killed a pregnant women, a married man or a child, there was one case though when a married man was forcing himself upon a young girl so he took care of the molester and made the girl promise not to tell anyone of his secret. She was perhaps around the age of sixteen though he did keep a careful eye on the young beauty, he didn't trust her to keep her mouth shut but she did prove to be dutiful about the promise so he let her live. As of now the once young girl is happily married and has two children, a boy and a girl. Sometimes during the night he always finds himself at that house, peering in through the windows to watch the happy family, he was quite jealous of the family due to the fact that they looked so damn happy in this messed up world. A frown lined his features at that thought but it quickly disappeared as he neared the small house that he owned away from the hustle of the city. The man had no car since he enjoyed to walk plus the last time he had a car the wolf attempted to eat it so he just simply walks to wherever he needs to go, a bit tedious perhaps but it was healthy and he did get to see quite a few things that were a tad peculiar. He unlocked the front door then closed it behind him as he made his way into the living room, stripping off his tight clothing so that he was now only in boxers, a tanned hand ran through his unruly obsidian hair as he sprawled out onto the couch.

With a growl he inwardly cussed out the Detective and her nosiness, if the situation got any worse he'd have to eliminate her but tastefully. This time he would ravage her body, perhaps just snap her neck or make it seem like she killed herself. With a sinister laugh he rubbed his hands together, enjoying the sick yet gruesome deaths he bestowed upon the Detective, he'd have to give her all of the information later but at the moment he was enjoying himself with his sick scenes of killing the hot Detective.

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The sun had met the horizon by the time that Asher had shoved himself off of the couch to do his nightly routine of keeping the beast at bay, he had no intention of ranging through the desolate streets today, not after the encounter with the Detective. He knew she was smart by the way she kept a blank, stony expression on during the interrogation, she was no fool and if he wasn't careful she would bust him sooner or later. Earlier he had called his guy who would come over and beat him into unconsciousness, it gave the guy practice and it gave Asher pleasure in a multitude of ways, he was still dressed in his boxers when the door bell sounded. He seemed to glide over to the door in a quick fashion, already feeling the changes occurring as the moon made her trek up to her throne, his spine creaked loudly as bones in his feet and legs broke to form different positions. A soft laugh left his lips as well as a giggle as he swung open the door, his greeting was a punch in the face though he hardly budged as he stared at the buff man, he wasn't exactly muscular more of a meat sack. But the single punch didn't stop there, the fist continued to rain upon his face and abdomen which eventually made him kneel due to the pain and ferocity. Then a kick followed with a resounding crack of a broken rib, he hissed loudly and went to attack his opponent but he was roughly shoved to the ground, chin glancing off of the golden flooring.

It seemed that the man didn't come alone this time, a large scar could be found on the man's neck where Asher had bit him mainly out of his instincts kicking in, the attacker wasn't taking any chances this time. The beating was harsh and unmerciful, it was to the point that Asher's face was almost unrecognizable and that most of his body was covered in bruises or broken bones had pierced through the skin. It was a painful moment as Asher laid there, crippled on the floor with blood leaking out of his mouth, both eyes were swollen and puffy to the point that they could not open, his arms had remained undamaged besides the broken wrist. With a huff he began to drag himself towards the stairs, leaving a bloody trail behind him as he blindly reached forward. He would soon lose consciousness which was the bodies attempt to heal the body but to also block out the pain that he was feeling at the moment. He continued to struggle for several moments before giving up, a cold wind blew across his bare back and he grimaced at the feeling. The idiot must have left the door wide open, with a growl his head dropped back to the floor with a dull thunk, then silence reigned though the struggling gasps from Asher could be heard.

Ribs had punctured his lungs which were now being flooded by blood but his regeneration was fast as his body attempted to fix the damage to his body. With another shuddering gasp he fell completely silent as if he had died, no movement came from the still figure that laid in their own blood, a clear blood trail leading from the front door stopped at the figure who was mere inches from the stair case. Bones stuck out of his flesh in grotesque angles, his body was beaten and ravaged by kicks as well as fierce punches. If he had been a human he would have surely died but he was not, during this short time of what could be presumed as him being dead was his body healing itself by going into a hibernation like state so that no more damage could harm the body. Though if anyone had come across the beaten male they would have surely presumed him to be dead, his skin was ice cold and taking on a paler hue while no pulse or sign of breath could be found. It was a strange technique but a brilliant one indeed.

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His presence barely lingered in the beaten body, his mind had already left though his spirit wavered between returning or heading towards the tunnel that beckoned him with promises of luxury, he wanted to go to the tunnel but something called him back what it was he did not know. Then a gentle touch to his neck electrocuted the male, his spirit spazzing then slowly calmed as it searched for the source. The detective...she was here in his house, without permission of course. He already knew which choice he was going to take, he knew it was the most painful one of course but it's easier when you enjoy the pain. He shoved back into pale, cold body without hesitation. With a sharp intake the male groaned softly to himself as he attempted to crack open his eyes but it was physically impossible still, with a huff he pulled himself up the stairs painfully slow though he managed to heave himself over the last step so that he was now sprawled among the top floor. He heaved himself to the master bedroom where he immediately noticed a presence, it was Wilkinson by the smell that he had grown accustomed to.

He shakily pulled himself up onto his feet as he forced a eye open to glare at the female, she was a very sneaky human indeed. "You! What the hell are you doing in my house?!" A growl reverberated in the room as he advanced on the women but he stopped near inches as he once again fell to his knees to barf a waterfall of blood, a ragged cough sounded in his chest. His ribs had already retracted back inside of his chest cavity and were now rebinding as the bloods in his lungs were rejected. He sat there heaving loudly as droplets of blood leaked from his gaping mouth that attempted to inhale oxygen in the regenerating lungs. He looked up at the Detective with a single cold eye, a sneer forming on his mouth. "I bet you're just loving this aren't you, gonna write in your little notepad about this to?" He shoved himself away from the crimson puddle to lean against his bed, a sigh leaving his mouth as his chin dropped down his chest tiredly. The bones in his wrist were still healing so it was still sore to pressure on them, the limbs laid limp on his upraised knees.

He looked over at the Detective with a tired expression on his face, he tapped his toe in front of him, signaling the Detective to come sit in front of him. "I'm sorry for being rude and yelling at you...I hate it when someone sees me in this state..." His eye closed as a pained expression crossed across his features, it was easier to be evil than good and he grew up doing just that, it was easier to not try with people and he hated himself for not trying with most people. Fatigue hit him hard as he pulled his arms around him, a cold feeling spreading across his body while goose flesh appeared on his bare body.

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The man had cracked open his eye to watch her reaction to the entire situation, most would have ran in shock or perhaps in terror with the realization that a once dead man was standing before you. He mumbled a soft thank you when she draped a blanket a blanket across his shoulders, he wrapped the soft material tightly around him as he snuggled into the blanket. His right eye which was healed more than his left, flickered open to gaze at the Detective whom sat near the door as if waiting for a opportune moment to dash out of the room if he tried anything. With a grunt he scooted closer to the female though his arm gave out from underneath his weight, with a huff he began to inch himself closer until he plopped his head into her thigh.

He curled himself closer to the women then closed his eye after he gazed up at her, giving her a faint smile as if telling her everything was okay. "I'll tell you everything tomorrow...when I'm healed..." He draped a arm over her legs, the muscles shifting to keep out of the way of the bones that snapped into place, popping sounds echoing in the room as his body moved on its own accord. The grotesque popping was the sound of success, it was the telltale sign that the bones were repositioning themselves in the correct places. The large male snuggled himself closer to the Detective like a dog would if it was begging for attention, a rumble vibrated in his throat as he slept, usually when he was critically injured the male fell easily asleep at the slightest hint of warmth either from material or another being, as of now he was using both sources and he was obviously enjoying it by the sound he was making that resembled a purr. Even though he looked like human his vocal cords were different, the cords could make both human and animalistic sounds in both human and beast form.

A yawn erupted from his mouth, a silent yawn perhaps but his jaw did make a clicking sound as the teeth in the back of his mouth shifted, the teeth weren't the flat grinding teeth most had but were teeth that ripped and tore up hard flesh most predators possessed. He contained many features of his animalistic side though most never detected or noticed that about him, they were more focused upon the human side of him like his looks and most importantly his voice. Many people liked his voice since it seemed to pull them in, it was said to be intoxicating and unique compared to most which was exactly what he wanted, he was the perfect predator. He had a camouflage most couldn't look past and that was his ultimate trick, he excelled in tricking people so it came natural to the male.

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//It's completely fine, all of my replies have been pretty short DX
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The sun hadn't risen by the time that Asher had woken up after his healing session, it usually took five or six hours for him to completely heal and the time that had passed was seven hours so he was all fixed up by this point. During the early morning he had transferred the Detective from the floor to his bed where he had covered her with silk sheets. It was around eight in the morning when the sun began to climb the blue sky, the male had already fixed his breakfast than made breakfast for the Detective just moment earlier. It consisted of eggs, bacon, a stack of pancakes and a few cooked potatoes with a piping cup of hot coffee. With a sigh he pushed himself away from the counter to walk up the stairs as silently as he could, he pushed open the master bedroom door gently before walking over to the bed.

His blue gaze watched the Detective for a moment though he eventually crawled onto the bed to straddle the women whom was sprawled out in his bed. He gently poked her cheek several times then moved to her nose then back to her cheek though this time he gently slapped the soft flesh with his fingertips. If she didn't wake up soon he would throw a bucket of water on her head, of course all in good humor. In annoyance he slapped her cheek a tad bit harder, still straddling her he plunged his hands under the covers to feverishly tickle at her sides, he figured that was her ticklish spot if it wasn't he would aim for her feet which would definitely cause a reaction since feet were the most sensitive part of the body.

He continued to tickle the female as a smile formed on his face, mostly a goofy one as his eyebrows raised several times, he was weird like that, one moment he could be rude and aggressive the next goofy and caring like how he had acted the night before then this morning.