MURDERDATE

[niceguyferatu]

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[holeful]

Oh....
[Grell will feel his disappointment he clearly was hoping that would kill him?]

I guess I didn't hit him hard enough? I haven't really killed someone on purpose before.
[Walking over.]

If you break someones neck that would kill them, right?

[brightred]

With him unconscious like this you could do whatever~ you~ want~

[holeful]

[Looks down at Vlad.]

I guess I could... I didn't bring my drill though.
[That's all he would WANT to do.]

And we don't know how long he's going to be unconscious.
[He is going to crouch next to Vlad's body and tilt his head to the side experimentally. Then looks up at Grell.]

Snapping a neck is at least sort of cool, right?
[WILL YOU BE IMPRESSED?]

[brightred]

It's more cool if you don't ask. [She says, and she sounds a little bit exasperated but she's actually mostly fond.]

[holeful]

[Incredible I hate how perfect these two are? Anyway Fukuda struggles a bit but after a few attempts he does manage to snap Vlad's neck. He moves to confirm it by feeling for a pulse but before he can

a furby beak emerges from the floor and bites his fucking hand off.]

Ah-

[brightred]

[A few attempts.... less cool. Grell isn't impressed but that lack of being impressed as his murder skills does not lessen her fondness.

And then-- !!

That furby beak has her jumping back, swinging her chainsaw at the gaping maw. It misses.]

What the fuck!? [She's not concerned about Fukuda being okay yet, she's too surprised and very ready to pick a fight.]

[holeful]

[Fukuda is distracted by the terrible pain of his sudden amputation, but feels it is probably a good idea to get up off the floor in case of more furby beaks?

But when he does try to suddenly stand up, the sudden weakness causes him to just keel right over next to Vlad. At least no more beaks erupt out of the floor to try to eat him, or anything else.]

[brightred]

[She's angry, slamming her chainsaw on the floor once more for good measure as she reaches out to yank Fukuda up to his feet.]

Tch. Damnit, are you all right? [She's still more annoyed at milf vore than she is concerned for Fukuda.]

[holeful]

[The fact that he can feel any concern at all from her is enough for him. He asks for so little. And he smiles up at her. He's pleased she's worried about him, but also maybe if he is calm she'll be less annoyed.

He is in a lot of pain though. It's fine.]

Ah, I'm just feeling really tired all of a sudden for some reason? Like what happens on Sunday... maybe it'll go away once my hand comes back?
[Right now though it is bleeding quite a bit.]

[brightred]

[She's frowning, and grabs his arm (not too gently), inspecting the injury like that's going to do anything.]

That's never happened before. What the hell's going on? [There's concern there, even if it's just coming out as roughness.]

[holeful]

[He winces a little but he is still glad she's concerned. He feels cared for. He is having a nice time on this murderdate.]

I don't know.... You don't think it's because I killed Vlad, do you?
[That's exactly why.]

[brightred]

Probably not. [Vlad gets a glance. She kicks his corpse.]

You wouldn't be the first person to kill him here. [Also... weird feedback loop of "feeling cared for and having a good time"? It's happening. She's happy with this date.]

[holeful]

[I'm glad they are having a good date. They will have to thank Vlad for the idea when he wakes up.]

Aah... And even though it grows back... I feel like the doctor or Steven would have brought it up?
[Anyway.]

It should grow back right around when Mr Vlad wakes back up, so we can ask him to make sure. I'd like to sit down until then...
[Since he is feeling weirdly tired.]

[brightred]

[Yeah, there's a flicker of growing concern. She'll help him to a chair, and make sure he's sitting to rest.]

I wonder if things are changing as this situation is progressing towards its climax...

[holeful]

[He pats her hand as she gets him sat down. Do not be concerned. He will be fine.]

Aah. Maybe we're just going to be eaten piece by piece like that?
[Hopefully not! Anyway so that Lisa can come back into the room, I'm gonna jump ahead a few minutes, with Fukuda frowning down at his stump as they reach 15 minutes and it sure doesn't seem to be starting to grow back?

Vlad wyd.]

[niceguyferatu]

[ Vlad gasps awake with a wet rasp, his...diaphragm? Whatever the breathe-y tube in the neck is, still twisted in a way not meant for it to twist. The angle of his gaze relative to the rest of his body is also...very strange.

His neck is in unimaginable pain and he grimaces, trying to remember what caused this. Wasn't it his head that got hurt? His neck should be fine...

When he opens his eyes, he spots Fukuda in his chair and...does he have his hand bent out of sight?

When he speaks, his voice is hoarse. ]

Wh-what happened?

[brightred]

You tripped. [Says Grell, briefly pausing from kissing Fukuda to distract him from his missing hand to glance at Vlad. Sorry about the horny feelings from the serial killer corner.]

[holeful]

[His hand was maybe not in Vlad's line of sight from the floor, but now that Grell isn't distracting him, he's holding it up to look at it. Vlad should be healing up not so he expects his hand will be too but it's.... not? He is confused.

But wait. Vlad? Vlad's here. He glances over, then looks at Grell.]

Tripped...
[He's too distracted to cleanly follow up on her lie but maybe Vlad won't notice.]

[niceguyferatu]

[ He glares at Grell as he shakily forces himself to sit up, hissing painfully as he goes. He cradles his neck as best he can, because the only way it's going to set up properly is if he gets off the floor, but damn if it doesn't HURT. ]

I did not trip. I distinctly remember being hit before I fell, and one doesn't simply snap their neck from a simple fall like that.

[ Now that he's got a different viewpoint of Fukuda, sitting up as he is, he notices the hand...still isn't in sight. He squints a little to try to get a better view, but no matter how he tries, he just can't see it. ]

What happened to your hand?

[brightred]

You should have hit him harder. [That's to Fukuda. She's ignoring Vlad now.]

[holeful]

Well now he's going to know you lied about tripping...
[HE ALREADY??? DID??? Anyway if we're just being honest;]
I hit him as hard as I could, though.

[Looking over a Vlad. He is politer to him than Grell is.]
The floor ate it.

[niceguyferatu]

[ Well...Fukuda hitting him on the head would certainly make sense. But still-- ]

Why? And--did you snap my neck afterwards?!

...what does that even mean, the floor ate it?

[brightred]

Why wouldn't he snap your neck after? He needs the practice.

[holeful]

[FROWNING.]
... I want to go back to holes.

[Anyway;]
A beak like one of those furbys came out of the floor and ate my hand... And now it's not growing back.

[As Vlad's neck sorts itself the fuck out, Fukuda's bloody stump is just healing over instead of regrowing the hand. He is deeply unhappy and concerned about this.]

[niceguyferatu]

[ ...yeah, sure, why the fuck not. Floor furbies. Flurbies. And they eat your hands now! FINE.

I mean, not fine, but Vlad is less concerned about Fukuda's hand right now and more concerned about his death. ]

Why on Earth would you kill me?! I thought we were getting along just fine!