Dante: ..y-yea I-I’m just g-gonna-
[Dante walks away with his book casually]

Haru folds his hands behind his back, his eyes glowing brightly through the dark alley.

Dante: don’t question don’t question don’t question-
[he repeated to himself while going to a bench]

"Mm.." Haru whispers something quietly to himself, peering out to look at Dante.

[he stopped and sighed while opening his book back to the page he was reading]

Haru cleans himself up quickly, walking up to Dante, but not speaking.

[Dante reads quietly]

Haru sits down by the bench next to the one Dante was sitting on.

Dante: *humming*

He glances over, keeping the knife tucked away in his pocket.

[Dante just kept reading]

He gets up, pretending to leave. But coming behind Dante, grabbing him by the throat. Pulling out his knife faster than you could see.

[Dante looked at him]
Dante: Really? I was gonna just ignore you but this is just rude..
[he frowned and suddenly haru felt sleepy]

Haru shakes out his head, pushing the feeling of exhaustion away.

[The feeling came back as Dante got up and brushed his pink hair back]

Haru's face turns a slight pink, rubbing his eyes with his sleeve. "No.."

Dante: I know you haven’t slept in a bit..hehe..it’s fine..don’t fight the feeling.
[dante smiled softly and caressed his cheek trying to get him in a peaceful and nice attitude]

He grabs Dante's wrists, growling softly. "H-Hey.. S-"

[Haru felt even more sleepy, it started to get to the point where his eyes gotten heavy]
Dante: shh.

"Mm-" Haru closes his eyes, leaning onto his chest.

[Dante takes the knife away and pats his head as he threw the knife away]

Dante: that’s just adorable..
[he puts the book down and he picked haru up]

Haru falls asleep.

[dante giggled]

He was light-weight and slender, making it easy to pick him up.

[He walked to a strange looking alleyway, there was a somewhat clean mattress there..he set haru down and walked away back to the bench he was at]

Haru slowly wakes up, thrashing himself up and off the mattress in disgust. He brushes himself off, patting his pockets for his knife. "Where.. Did I..-" He sighs.

[the knife was seen taped to the wall.]

"That little piece of..-" Haru grabs the knife off the wall, putting it back into his pocket.

[it was night.]

Haru walks back to his apartment, letting out an angry sigh.

[it suddenly got windy.]

Haru closes the door, flopping down onto his bed.

[suddenly a voice said: sleep well?]

Haru looks around, flipping the knife out of his pocket. "What..-"

[I said did you sleep well-]

"I.. I mean." He stood up.

[hm..?”

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{WAIT HOLD ON THIS WAS OUT OF RP RIGHT? I'M SORRY I DIDN'T NOTICE D:}

(No that wasn’t-)
(Whenever I use these parenthesis it’s out of rp- whenever I use [] it’s in rp- sorry ;w;)

{Oh, my bad my bad-}

Nah it’s my fault- I should’ve told you)

{No, no it's perfectly fine! Back to rp?}

Thanks :3 also sure!)
[Soooo…did you-?]

"I suppose.." Haru fiddles with his knife.

[well then that’s good, also I hid you from the cops.]

He huffs, blowing the hair away from his face. Washing the blood that had splattered off of his glasses and his face.

[So you killed someone right?]

"Yes..? What about it?"

He scoffs, changing out of his bloody clothes. "Thank you.."

[anytime.]