Fallen Angels

[Cavy.]

Noir ran, unable to wait to be rid of this girl...

Carrie's eyes widened sudenly. "Oh my god! What the hell iss happening!? Let go of me you creep!!!!!" she wailed in anger and frustration.

[tweek;]

Tres resisted the urge to knock the girl out.. But, if she caused too much trouble, he wouldn't hesitate. ''Hush. You'll make things difficult if you struggle. Best to lie still and wait for the end.'' he said, walking briskly towards the edge of a forest.

Kiah finally released him and slammed a fist into the bottom of his ribs. ''Oi! Put us down!'' she tried again.

[Cavy.]

Noir flinched away from her hand - which failed 'cause he was holding her. "I'd rather not."

Carrie's eyes flared red "Let. M . Go." she growled, her leg accidently sliding up his ribs... (>:3)

[tweek;]

( ._. DARN. )

Trtes jumped to the side, trying to escape from her knee, which failed. He choked out a laugh, then growled. ''I said stay still.'' He barked, not wanting her to tickle him and find out his weakness.

Kiah slammed her forehead into his lower back. ''If I were you, I would. As soon as you let me go.. You're dinner.'' She purred, threateningly.

[Cavy.]

Noir sweatdropped and walked on.

Carrie narrowed her eyes and sighed, surrendering.

[Choco]

Becca didn't realise a thing, since she was too happy and still in the childish mood. "Crayon.." She trailed off as she tried to remember her question. "Why's your hair this colour?" She asked as she put her chin down on his head, smiling.

[tweek;]

Crayon raised his eyebrows, smirking slightly. ''What do you mean? How did it get so.. red?'' He said, still walking towards his 'house'. ''Most people who have 'red' hair.. Well, it's really orange. I was just born with bright red hair. I don't know what happened, really. No one does. I'm unique.'' He said, chuckling under his breath.

Kiah let her arms hand down and tapped the back of his thighs as he walked. ''Don't believe me?'' She asked, quietly.

Tres kept walking, speeding up as he burst into the forest.

[Choco]

Becca smirked softly, moving her head so her cheek was on his head. "You're also mine." She said as she slid her arms around his neck in a light hold, slightly possessive. "Mine." She repeated, closing her eyes. "Mine." She muttered in a whisper, more talking to herself this time.

[tweek;]

Crayon walked up the weed-invaded, cracked path to the old veranda with a fair few gaping holes. He fiddled with the broken doorknob and marched inside, looking at the dusted-off furniture and dirty floorboards. it was abandonned, but it was his. he shut the door behind him and exhaled. ''Sleepy? Want somewhere to sleep?'' he whispered to Becca, liking the 'mine, mine, mine' thing she was chanting.

[Choco]

Becca frowned softly when he asked her if she was sleepy, sticking her bottom lip out in a childish pout. "Sleepy? Yeah, I'm sleepy." She whispered softly then slightly tightened her grip, feeling protective of her Crayon.[xD]"You're still mine, right?" She asked softly, sighing. She still had the childish pout.