"You don't understand, its simple really-" (OXO, very dark, CLOSED)

“I don’t know who. I’m compromised, so, they won’t tell me.”

"oh, well will you help protect me?"

“Noooo.” He says sarcastically, “I’m going to leave you to get arrested.”

"I wouldn't put it past you" Trickster narrowed his eyes.

Az scowls.

"use your words Az, I am trying to make a plan to keep us, namely Ty out from behind bars. I am being mature for once" Trickster rolled his eyes.

Az glares at him, “I don’t know! I”m assuming they sent other’s after you before and they were all too stupid. I found you on my second day.” He shrugs.

"oh, yeah if they ended up dead, oh well" Trickster shrugged.

Az sighs, closing her eyes.

"Im just saying. Its only your charm that kept you alive"

Az glares at him, standing, “Well. I’m out.”

"Please dont leave, youll make ty sad."

“Well, I have some damage control to do. I’ll be back tomorrow morning.” He kisses his cheek, pulling away.

Trickster sighed, "fine, dont get yourself killed. Thats my job" he chuckled.

Az rolls his eyes and walks out, sighing and pulling his hoodie on.

Trickster pulls out his knife, watching Az leave, "I knew he was hiding something" he mutteres to himself, "i should never have let him stop me"

(Nooo, don’t kill anyone XDDD)

Az sighs, “Lets kick some ass. . .” Cover blown, Az knew he could do what he wanted, and well, Trick was right, Micheal was a dick and he could finally rub it in the guys face.

(He was just gonna kill micheal lol)

Trickster thinks for a long moment, having an internal argument with Ty.

(DO IT! XDDD)

Az pulls his key from his pocket and walks back to his apartment.

Trickster chooses to ignore Ty and heads to where Micheal lives, something he figured out a while back, with his knife in hand.

Az unlocks the door, “Micheal! I’m back.”

Micheal looks up from the couch, “Finally. I’m waiting for-“

“I’m dine. We’re done.”

Micheal only stares at him.

Trickster decides to enter through the bedroom window, better to not get caught that way.

Az crosses his arms, his face void of emotion.

Micheal smirks, “Come on, baby, you can’t do that.”

Trickster stands in the bedroom, listening to the conversation.

Az glares, “I can do whatever I want. Yo an’t keep e under your thumb.”

Micheal laughs, standing, “Is this about that coffee boy?” He asks, his tone filled with derision as he walks closer to Az.

Az huffs, “You get to see other people, but I don’t?”

“That’s how this works, baby. You’re mine.”

Az scowls, “I am no ones.”

Trickster grips the knife tighter, az could deny it all day but az was his, and his alone, and he was going to make sure of it.

Micheal moves forward, gripping his chin, “Mine. Don’t argue. You know better.”

Az stares at him, pushing him away, “Whatever. Don’t touch me. We’re done. I don’t belong to you, or anyone.”

Micheal snorts, “Tell yourself that all you want, but you’re mine, baby.”

Trickster didnt want Az to see him kill Micheal, az wouldnt be happy with him, so he was stuck waiting behind the door listening to Micheal claim that Az was his, his knuckles white from how tight he was holding the knife.

Az growls, shoving him away and turns on his heel, storming to the door.

Micheal grabs Az’s wrist, “You’re not going anywhere, baby. You’re staying.”

Az kicks him in the gut and storms from the apartment, shaking his head. He darts down the stairs and heads outside.

As soon as trickster hears the door slam he literally kicks open the bedroom door, "dont lay your hands on anything thats mine again" he glares, holding out his knife