"Ugh- Stop biting that god damn lip of yours already!" (OxO) (GaY-) (Closed; feel free to stalk.)
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Mason smirked. "Well, that's wonderful, isn't it?~" He responded, a bit agitated but shook it off.
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Mason smirked. "Mhm~ Why do you ask?" He tilted his head at the taller female, not hesitating as a few strands of hair fell onto his face.
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Mason's tail swayed. "He's doing wonderful!" He said, keeping that monotone like tone to his voice.
"That's good." Tasha replied, her ears perking up when she heard a certain noise: Connor, reading aloud to himself in one of the rooms. "Mind if I come in and check on him?" she asked, her tail swaying more rapidly now. There was a clicking noise going on behind her back, similar to the sound of a butterfly knife opening.
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Mason paused. "Well, of course love. Let me lead you the way." He said, walking off. He made sure he couldn't get stabbed or anything- he was dead, after all. He lead her to his room, before leaning against the walls of the room.
Tasha went in and shut the door, followed by yelling and the loud click of the knife she had behind her back. Connor yelped and ran past her out the door, slamming it behind him. "Mason, lock the door- Now!" he yelled, holding the door shut. There was a slash mark on his face, but he didn't focus on it.
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Mason nodded, locking the door, making sure it was shut as he froze, his eyes back to his normal color. "ARE YOU OKAY?!"
"I'm fine- She just… overreacted a little." he said, looking to the right, showing that he was lying. He put his hand up to his face, trying to hold back the blood flow. He sharply inhaled after looking at the blood on his hand. "I didn't think she'd bring a fucking knife, that little bitch-" he mumbled to himself.
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Mason growled lowly. " Oh, I'm gonna kill this bitch." He snarled, his eyes now a dark, dark, d a r k red.
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Mason glared at him. "No, your fucking not!" He hissed. "She hurt you. So, like I said, she's gonna fucking pay."
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Mason rushed in, before looking up at her. " Why did you hurt him?" He asked, having byfar the most sadistic grin he's ever had.
(;-; i turned mason into a yandere-)
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Mason locked eyes with her. "Because you felt like it?! No offense, but that was the worse excuse, doll."
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Mason dodged it, smirking as his eyes flashed red. " Nice try, sugar." He said, his voice a bit deeper- it was eerie.
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Mason smirked, before ripping the knife out of her hands, and sitting on her stomach, as his eyes were the coldest they'd ever been. "Now, I can let you go and live, or you can suffer underneath my feet, since you do not have the right to be killed with my hands." He snarled, growling lowly.
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Mason paused, before scoffing. "Your pathetic. Get out of my sight." He hissed, walking out with the butterfly knife.
He walked over to Connor, pulling him close and scowling at the taller female.
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Mason took a deep breath, then exhaled. "Are you okay?" he asked, his eyes now normal at her presense leaving. "Your shaking."
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Mason yelped, before sighing, and manged to drag the other to his bed, laying him down and tucking him in.