Pierrot

*pulls hair* STOP TALKING NONSENSE

*pulls your hair back* Don't you dare tell me what to do. I'm in charge here.

*wig flys off and goes bald cutely*

*goes completely still, black eyes tracking every movement through the door* You think that's what I want? *voice drops to a dangerous whisper, claws dragging down the door* Your mother was... an obstacle. But you crying? That's destroying what belongs to me. Open the door, kitten. Now.

*voice shaking with rage* You killed her?! You absolute monster!

IM GANNA KILL YOU! HOW DARE YOU HOW DARE YOU TAKE THE WARRIOR OF MY MOTHER!!*Actally being serious now as i stab him to the heart multiple times as he dies*

Hissing suits you. *sits back on heels, watching intently* But you'll tire eventually, kitten.

*He blinks, his smile faltering for a moment as if she's said something utterly foreign.* Cook? Darling, you'll be the only thing I want to consume. *His grin returns, wider and more manic than before.*

Are you even listening at all?

*He blinks, his smile faltering into a pout.* You're not listening to me. Why do you keep talking about food and activities? It's not important.

Two~ *smirks* Three~ *giggles* Four~

*giggles* Five~ *whimpers* Six~

Seven~ *giggles* Eight~ *whimpers* Nine~

hit me more my love~.. HIT ME MORE~

no!

*he moans loudly* M-MORE!