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[Hood up and heading down the hall without a sound, Red seems more like a wraith than a person. He hasn't been seen in the DR since shortly after having to kill Riku. His jacket seems huge on him, hanging from his more skeletal than usual frame. His face is hidden by long, dirty hair and the shadows cast by the heavy hood, lips twisted in an ugly, not very sane smile. His pants are stained with dirt and ash and blood, and if his bony hands weren't in his pockets, the mangled, bloody tips would be quite visible.]

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What girlfriend?

[That was snarled out, something that sounded like it should've been coming from that wolf head instead of him.]

Girlfriend, future babymama, whatever you call her these days.

[The wolf head is dropped and he moves, fast and silent, to grab for the front of Larxene's shirt.]

[startled, but manages to regain composure after a moment]

You're getting blood on my new shirt, asshole.

[jerks her knee up, meaning to ~~attack his weak point for massive damage~~ make him let go the cheap way.]

[He doesn't even flinch; he's got pain off, which is the only reason he was even able to beat the werewolf. Those bloody, ruined fingers are clutching at her shirt tightly as he leans forward, eyes bright, mouth turning into a dark grin.]

Deal with it. You know, Larxene, maybe, just maybe one day you'll learn-- I've got a needle and thread in my pocket. Maybe you need help keeping your stupid mouth shut? I'm bored enough. I'm pissed off enough. I don't need your fucking comments about Riku- you shouldn't even be mentioning her, you don't deserve to even think about her-

Aren't you getting awfully defensive about her?

[he may not be able to feel pain, but she thinks she can still disable him enough to break free at least, so she grabs his wrist with both hands. One electric shock, coming your way.]

[His hand spasms and he lets go, but that's the bony fist of his other hand coming toward her face.]

[ducks his fist while aiming a sweeping kick at his legs.]

[He doesn't even try to dodge that, reaching to pull her down with him as he falls.]

[She tries to position herself to land on him hard in hopes of knocking the wind out of him or even breaking something. He looks bony and fragile enough.]

[He is bony, but he's by no means fragile. Even if he can't breathe, he's not letting go of her. In fact, it almost looks like the floor under them is decaying...]

[Well, that's creepy. Larxene shifts her weight to put more pressure on his chest, figuring everyone has to breathe eventually.]

[Oh, no doubt, but that doesn't mean he needs to any time soon. The floor breaks to either side of them, brittle, skeletal hands clawing up from under the decay.]

[Oh, crap. Last time that happened was a bit traumatic. Larxene yanks her hands out of his grip and gets up, letting him breathe in favor of stomping on the zombie hands.]

[He'll just be on the floor... laughing madly. He is so out of it.]

[Creepy much? Once the hands are dealt with, Larxene gives Red a swift kick in the ribs. Sure, he might not feel pain right now but it makes her "feel" better.]

[He turns with the kick, abruptly digging something out of her pocket and tossing it straight at her. BOOM, says the bomb~.]

[dodges, but not far enough to avoid being burned. Cue French swearing, and a Thundaga coming down at him (if he doesn't roll out of the way quickly enough.)

[He does try to get away, but not as much as he could- he'll get hit, and won't be causing her anymore trouble, just laughing as he starts trying to get up.]

[still creepy, and she has burns on her back to go deal with and a daughter to pick up, so Larxene portals out. She had her fun.]

[Bye bye, Larxene~. His laughter will die as soon as she's gone as he struggles to stand... he'll have to hit up a bathroom and look for potions, it seems.]

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