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Mallory, Sign on the line, make a deal with the devil in blood
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Jan 31, 2015 10:40AM


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Fleur laughed softly as they walked up to the door of the building, "I've survived because I'm a nice person. People like it when you're a sweet, kind little lady. They just like you. And plus, I have you as my enforcer. So everyone knows to not mess with me." Fleur explained, narrowing her eyes at the end to try and seem like she was some sort of mob boss, totally a fake look for her. The pizza box was starting to feel awkward in her arms, so as she walked up the quiet staircase to Bells place, she rose a brow and looked at Bell in disbelief. "What? No he's not. He's a really tough guy, he's not at my neck and call, Bell." She said, thinking that she was correct. She didn't even realize how much Ibrahim was already excited about her. Sure, he wanted to date her, but how could she have a man like him wrapped around her finger. He was too independent, too, well, Fleur just really, really liked him. And she wished that she would have him at her neck and call, it was the goal, hopefully he would like her that much.
Bell wondered what fantasy world her friend was really living in, Abe was sooooo wrapped around her finger, whether she realized it or not. Sure he was dangerous, sure she didn't approve, but it still made her happy to know that Fleur could do that to a man like him. They finally ended up on her floor and she fumbled with the keys, 30 seconds later they were in the flat and Styx was meowing like a banshee and going between their legs, of course the kitten was so cute how could one fault him for the noise? Bell put her things down on the counter and then ran a quick hand over Styx before glancing around for Toby, the old guy hadn't been out in two days, she wondered how long he would hibernate. "Fleur here," Bell offered, she took the pizza box and slipped it into her fridge, at the same time she pulled out a sprite for Fleur and a grape Fanta for herself. She couldn't have caffeine, that didn't mean she couldn't have pop. "So," Bell cracked open the can and pushed the tab to the side, "I have some stuff to tell you..." Bell actually felt nervous, she sat down on the red couch to keep herself from pacing.









The morning sun poured through the large windows, tickling across Fleurs face. She had fallen asleep on the couch, her laying opened next to her head. She and Bell had fallen asleep in the early morning, reading and eating junk food. She was rudely awoken, though, by that very sunlight. Luckily, Fleur was very much a morning person. As soon as her eyes flicked open, she let out a light and sleepy yawn, stretching her long limbs on the couch and squeezing her eyes shut for just a moment. She sat up on the couch, stuffing a tissue into her book to mark the page before it fell softly closed on the coffee table, among a bunch of discarded coffee cups and Jasmine leaves. Fleur was already wearing her protection charm around her neck, the clasp done up so it wouldn't fall off. She didn't feel any different with it on, but as her fingers brushed over it, she remembered its purpose. This morning. Coffee. With Ibrahim. Fleur stood up quickly, looking down at herself in her pajamas. She was just a mess. "Bell!! Wake up!" She called, stretching her legs as she bounded into the kitchen.







