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"Clever little thing,"
The man with a mess of dark curls murmured while scratching his arm where I bit him. Frown lines etched on his face.
Hah! Clever me indeed. He thought I'd be caught with that thing? A little lamp with an enticing smell? I knew about those!
Enter another human, a short man with a greying blonde hair, just arrived from work, I see. I flew towards him circling his head then over his nape.
Mmm.. Smells good as well.
Suddenly, a gust of wind swoops by my side almost knocking me out. Blondie growled.
"Jesus Christ, Sherlock! What the bloody hell was that about?!"
The tall one still has his hand raised like he was about to slap someone.
Go ahead, Curly. Make my day. I said with a grin. But of course, he wouldn't hear it, instead it'll be a buzzing sound like that of a bee—how dare them compare me to a bee?! Preposterous! We're slimmer!
But yeah, we both suck.
"It was a mosquito, John!"
"What?!"
Blondie looks around, I flew over the mantle, hidden behind the skull watching them.
"Let me see that," Blondie says softly to Curly inspecting the arm I bit.
Next morning, over Curly's bedroom, I heard him moaning to Blondie something about his collarbone.
Who said humans doesn't bite?