04-18-2010, 03:45 AM
"I don't want you dead." Dusk flashed her a grin. "But then again, if you did die, I'd make money off of you. You know, the more I think about my business, the more I realize I'm a sketchy man. I mean, I cut open dead body. Play with them. Sew them back up. Dress them up. Make them look great. Then I bury them."
His eyes were now a deep golden color as he looked at her. "I pretty much screw the dead. Only, I use my hands and other cold tools." He smirked. "I make a living off of people dying. It's ironic, isn't it? People pay me to bury a body. It's like reverse sex. Only, not."
Crossing his arms, he looked left then right. "I know a sick club downtown. They serve green drinks. They are rather... impressive. But if you get mugged, I ain't saving your ass. A dead body means the less I'm in debt." Smirking, he waited for the female's response.
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