[A moment passed with him in silence. He was considering everything that he’d just been told. Audible breaths, then a hand rubbed the spot just beneath his nose.]
"So… that’s really you. Well, shit." [That same hand moved, lightly brushing through jet black hair.] "I can’t exactly do somethin’ like say ‘Aoi, you need to stop,’ can I? That’d be way too much like some cheesy drama series. Just… Just be careful to not let anyone find out, that you don’t want knowing it."
[His gaze stayed fixed on her own. Surprising revelation if he’d ever heard one. Even in the face of it, his feeling remained unchanged.] “I knew I wasn’t wrong about feeling like there was something about you that scared me. You’re dangerous… Getting involved with you would be risky. But, I’ve nearly died plenty of times before and I’m just fine, so what the hell?”
[ she lets out a breath she didn’t know she was holding. lungs expand and collapse and it feels like the air is burning her to a crisp. ] You…I mean. You’re not…fazed? At all?
[ and it’s weird; all her friends are murderers and now she’s starting a relationship with someone she’d call a victim if she hadn’t met him the way she had, if her hand had held a gun pointed at his heart. ] You…understand what I’m saying, right? When I get bored, I kill; when I get mad, or sad or scared or frustrated or even when I’m happy, I go out and…
[ but she’s already lighting up like christmas came and went through on a breeze; stars couldn’t hold a candle to her smile. heels click upon the floor as she bounces in place. ] But you mean it? You really really promise that you mean that? Really?! I mean, you shouldn’t be afraid of me! I do bad things, yeah, but I’d never do that to you! I couldn’t ever–I wouldn’t even think of hurting you!!!