[sixteen] Mr. Miyagi has left the building.

[goodgrasshopper]

Warden Harry Dresden is gone.  His cabin is empty.

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[Spam, early evening]

[goodgrasshopper]

[Molly's struggles are slowly starting to subside, and she's discovering to her horror that she's not even sure she wants to fight him anymore. Her body tries to relax and she stiffens again, driving an elbow back at him.

...Not her best effort.]

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[whattasteisthis.livejournal.com]

[Her elbow hits him in the gut and he quickly re-wraps his arm around her waist again, his mouth still on her neck. He has no plans to kill her, just drink. The distraction pulls him away slightly from the sound of her heartbeat but he focuses again carefully and decides that perhaps he just won't get what he wants. He sets her in front of her door with a frown. Stupid humans are always messing up stuff.]

[Spam, early evening]

[goodgrasshopper]

[She whirls to glare at him, putting a hand back against her door to steady herself. She's feeling a little light-headed.]

What the hell was that?

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[whattasteisthis.livejournal.com]

[Armand rolls his eyes, clearly not impressed.]

Go into your room.

[He's already annoyed that she ruined his drinking experience and the sass for not killing her is quite grating as well.]

[Spam, early evening]

[goodgrasshopper]

[...Is he actually ordering er around like a disobedient child? Molly folds her arms across her chest.]

Next time, find a volunteer. I'm not a juice box.

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[whattasteisthis.livejournal.com]

[Armand cocks his head to the side.]

I could have left you dead. Be grateful I even spared you.

[He's in quite a foul mood, unfortunately.]

[Spam, early evening]

[goodgrasshopper]

[And he's really ticking off Molly, too. She's scowling. Well, she was already in kind of a bad mood.]

I'm supposed to be grateful that you didn't murder me out of hand. Really. Thank you so much.

[...You might detect more than a little sarcasm there, Armand.]

Re: [Spam, early evening]

[whattasteisthis.livejournal.com]

[Armand simply smiles smugly.]

May your days be short and full of fear.

[And off he goes!]

[Spam, early evening]

[goodgrasshopper]

[Molly growls a little to herself and goes into her cabin. It looks like she's going to have to develop a habit of wearing scarves for a while. Worst. Day. Ever.]