She'd seen the message. She almost posted, and then there'd been other things to do. The irony that they were both out, both well aware that they were crazy if they'd talked was something that she relished at the moment. However, she hadn't cared enough to pester him too openly. Oh no, he'd been a humorless, boring little boy when they last talked.
She didn't expect his other side to be any different.
However, she was the sort to like rooftops. She was currently on a first story one, hiding from Eve who she expected was currently on to her more than a little bit. Seeing him just over the lip, she grinned and decided to have a little... fun.
She glanced to the other side of the alleyway at her corner and saw a bum there. He had a little color to him. Perfect. Reaching out with her fingers, she felt herself take over and slid out to lay on the flat of the roof, seeing through his eyes. He was a little too drunk to really resist as she commanded the poor slob to grab a two-by four and lurk by the corner, waiting for Ichigo to come closer.
"Let's dance pretty boy," she whispered softly. "You need blood on your hands."
Day 142
She didn't expect his other side to be any different.
However, she was the sort to like rooftops. She was currently on a first story one, hiding from Eve who she expected was currently on to her more than a little bit. Seeing him just over the lip, she grinned and decided to have a little... fun.
She glanced to the other side of the alleyway at her corner and saw a bum there. He had a little color to him. Perfect. Reaching out with her fingers, she felt herself take over and slid out to lay on the flat of the roof, seeing through his eyes. He was a little too drunk to really resist as she commanded the poor slob to grab a two-by four and lurk by the corner, waiting for Ichigo to come closer.
"Let's dance pretty boy," she whispered softly. "You need blood on your hands."