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there's the feeling of delight inching through him as he watches her, so casual about the blood on her weapon and the dead body on the floor. he hadn't expected their interests to align so thoroughly, and for the first time he sees her as something that could be more than just fun. he approaches her, hand reaching for her waist as he looks down into her eyes. "sure. i got my men that do this shit for me all the time. they'll do it for you if i tell them to." pulling his phone to his ear, he makes his conversation thorough but brief, squeezing joey's waist all the while as he does. when he hands up, he grips her with his other hand, tugging her closer. "you know, it makes me kinda hard to know you can take care of business like that."

the lack of emotion coming from dante doesn't surprise her all that much. perhaps it's the reason they get on so well together. her body is still pumping adrenaline, blood dripping from the sheers onto the cold ground outside of her shop as she watches her boyfriend kick the man's body. the words don't shock her either; she knows he has a rather shady background, something that initially attracted her to him. the idea of not having to lug around the body sounds so nice that she can't help but grin at him. "you'd do that for me? good, 'cause this asshole's heavy."

he comes to a stand still when his gaze falls upon joey, taking in the scene before him. in the time they’d been together, dante would say he knew his girlfriend fairly well. then again, she likely thought the same about him without knowing of the illicit dealings he partook in. “huh.” he says simply, the sight of blood hardly new to him and he sets the take out down on the register before approaching the body, giving it a nudge with his boot to make sure he was truly dead. “oh, i bet he did, darlin’. now, do you like taking care of these bodies yourself or can i let my boys handle it?” because from the way she spoke, he doubted this is the first time she’s killed.

open to: anyone muse: josephine 'joey' novak. pinterest. plot: your muse just found joey right after one of her murders. could be friends, lovers, whatever.

it was the first time she'd ever been caught red handed, literally. the man's blood had been running down her forearms, the gardening shears she'd used to cut his throat now tainted red. she could smell the iron, and a sick part of her revelled in it. she didn't panic when they found her, exhaustion taking over as the adrenaline began to calm down. she felt her actions were completely justified, the man cornering her and making her feel uncomfortable in her own shop was enough for her to move quickly. her chest heaved as she breathed, moving to turn on the hose so she could wash away the blood from her skin. "what? he had it coming, okay? don't look at me like that."