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artful groaned as he walked to the killer base, holding his arm across his chest. he would have to patch himself up, among other things, because of the wound on his arm from a shot that was fired from a civilian in the previous round. he had got 1 kill this time, but most of the kills were from pursuer. it ran around, ripping all of them to pieces and taking bites out of them. he would admit, despite everything, the process was.. interesting. watching it stalk the civilians, with those bright teal eyes and its tail flicking as it licked the blood. he had even taking a liking to it, even if it didnt notice him much. sometimes he caught it staring out him, but after a while it got sort of... calming, to say the least. sure, they had their ups and downs, espcially when pursuer got mad after watching him chase a civilian for too long. sometimes it caught HIM staring. he couldnt really help it though, it looked magestic in a way. that probably wasnt the right word, although when he looked at it, he was entranced.
the way it moved was graceful, but also scary since it could sneak up on him, and its eyes where pretty too. a mix of jade and teal, he thought, and its pupils where sometimes diluted when looking at him. not as if he like liked it or anything.. right? no, he couldnt, it would eat him as soon as the thought entered its head that he was a civilian. it was still nice to- "ow." he grumbled, stumbling back. realising then that he walked into a wall. "ugh, je suis un idiot." he shook his head, and walked through the door - since he had apparently been on autopilot to his apartment in the killer area. he waved to harken, who nodded but mainly minded her business with a book. trudging to his room, he opened the door and looked in the mirror. i look horrible.. he thought, plucking a random banana peel off his hat to put in the bin. undressing and putting his clothes in the washing basket, he walked to his bedroom to put pjs on. doing rounds with the civilians was like working, except you were shot every two seconds and has bananas thrown at you. it was humiliating, espcially since he was slowest killer (well.. civilian techinally) and got the least amount of kills.
he walked back to the bathroom to wash the make-up off, not bothering to close the door. about halfway through, he heard his apartment door open. he was confused, but thought it might just be one of the other killers dropping something off. he continued rubbing the many layers of make-up off his face, before his eyes flicked to the figure in the mirror. those eyes, those teal eyes. "merde." he threw the cloth in the sink, and turned around quick while backing against it. he was frozen and couldnt speak, while he watched pursuer approach. this is it, im gonna die. he thought, as it came closer to him with those ever so silent footsteps. he squinted his eyes shut and turned his head away from it, shaking as he felt its breath on his face. as soon as he thought it was over, it started.. licking him? little kitten licks on his face where the make-up wasnt present. he was startled at first but started laughing. "t-that tickles.." he mumbled, trying to playfully push pursuer off him. "fresh meat?" it asked, and he shook his head. "no mon ami, its me." it stared at him, and leaned forward closer. "hm.. pretty," it looked at him, pupils so diluted that its eyes were barely visible, "pretty with... no powder thing." it smiled slightly. "oh thank you!" he exclaimed, and muttered something under his breath, "tu es jolie aussi.." pursuer looked confused but stepped back a bit and sat down.
artful turned back to the sink and washed the rest of the make-up off while he kept an eye on pursuer. it doesnt seem like hes gonna kill me. although i am glad.. he thought, and finished eventually. "you hide with.. that?" pursuer said, tying to form the right words. "oh! well, i dont really hide.. i mean, i guess i do. i used to use it for my shows, but then something happened so im sort of on the run so the police dont kill me, which is confusing but-" he stopped after realising how much he was talking. "ok anyways, could i get past please?" he asked, trying to get past it. it moved kind of, but ran to the couch. he laughed a bit, went to his bedroom, and got bandages out the cupboard from the bathroom to wrap around his wounded arm. he turned round to turn the lights off and the close the door, but jumped back since pursuer was right at the door. "AH- you scared me.." he jumped back and it looked sad. "sorry.." it stepped a bit closer then and pointed at his arm. "hurt?" it asked, and he nodded. "yes kind of.. dont-" he started, but pursuer stepped forward more. it held his arm up with a paw and looked at it, batting at the bandage slightly. "hm.. not ok." it muttered, and picked him up, gently placing him on the bed.
he whined but pursuer put a paw over his face. "no talk. i... help." it said and layed down beside him, making him snug against it but also making sure not to hurt him. "w-what.." a slight blush formed on his face, he felt all warm and funny but he didnt know why. part of it was probably because of how thick pursuers fur was, but it was nice since he was cold before - to be fair, he was always cold. he loosened his body after a bit, curling up to it. pursuer started purring, which was a bit loud but calmed him down. it made him sleepy too, which was nice because he wanted to rest after the killer rounds of today. everytime he moved, pursuer loosened his grip and then held him tight again. after a bit, he heard pursuer yawn (just go with it, idk if it can yawn), and hold him a bit tighter. he looked up wearily, it looked so cute when sleepy.. with barely open eyes, and tail wrapped around its leg. he leaned up a bit more to reach it, and gave it a kiss. it squinted, grumbled and blushed a bit. he laughed, "aw mignon.." he nuzzled his head in the crook of its neck, and it rolled over onto its back. "you sleepy, dear pursuer?" he asked, but it was too tired to respond. it lifted him up slightly, and tried to return the kiss on his cheek. he blushed a bit, and went back to bury his head in its fluff torso. he heard pursuer say something before he, and probably it, fell asleep. "all.. better."
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harken saw that artful's door was open, and she went to check incase something bad happened. he didnt seem to anywhere, but her eye flicked to the bedroom before she left. he was laying ontop of pursuer, and they were cuddling. she squinted, but walked out and closed the door behind her. ugh, why is everyone gay. she thought, and went to her room to read more.