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CHEW ME UP I JUST WANT A TASTE
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WHEN YOU SPIT ME OUT PUT ME IN MY PLACE
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Did that really just happen? Benjamin was almost positive he was one hundred percent sober but who knew now. He may have accidentally been intoxicated without even realizing. Well, it wouldn’t have been the first time. However, this mission was important therefore Benjamin knew better than to even think about partaking in pre-mission drinking. Was he awake? He looked around to see if there was anything out of place other than the morphing woman in front of him. He pinched himself just to make sure. Yes, he truly was awake however this still seemed chimerical to fellow.
<P>The woman just transformed right before his eyes. The only logical answer to him would be if she was in fact a super. Even then—well, IT was an exception, but he had never seen someone with the power of transformation before.
<P>She was just different and her current appearance proved it to him. Sure, he called himself red fox, but this woman… she was taking the animal look further than he ever could. Tilting his head to the side he stared at the woman at a better angle. She was some sort of bird, that was obvious because of the black feathers protruding her skin but he couldn’t for the life of him recall what type of bird she was.
<P>His eyes trailed over her form as to study her. His black eyes traveled every inch and every curve of the woman and he then realized that she was beautiful. He was unsure how someone so out of the norm could be considered beautiful to him but he did not complain. It may have been the fact that she was wearing very little clothing but he did not tread on the thought. He was trying to be professional, surprisingly—the feeling would probably go away once they began to speak. His flirtatious side would surly come out.
<P>Thinking back to the type of bird this woman was Benjamin felt like it was on the tip of his tongue. His dark eyes roamed her black feathers and her eyes. He strummed his fingers on his chin in some way to help him think. A revelation occurred and he murmured, “Black swan.”
Along with his murmur Benjamin snapped his finger and pointed to celling. It was his ‘ah ha’ emote that he would produce once in a blue moon. He now looked passed her feathers and red eyes and started to look over her again. He had said it before but this creature was oddly beautiful.
<P>While staring at her form she had spoken to him. It took a second to realize her words because of what he was focusing on. A few seconds passed, his lips pulled up at one side. He smirked, “Me, trouble? Never.”
His smirk turned into a sly grin. “I assure you, my little black swan, I will not get in your way as long as you do not get into mine.”
He wouldn’t mind the rough and tumble with this woman. Fighting was exciting but he’d probably try grappling her more than hitting her.
<P>He was curious on how she would fight. Did she have weapons? Was she some sort of expert martial arts? He was curious but he did not want conflict right now. He just wanted to get in and get out and go back to headquarters, though he would diddle daddle just a bit just for this woman. He should have asked her, her name before but it had completely slipped from his mind. “How rude of me, I have yet to introduce myself. I am Rennard Roux, and you are?”
<P>He looked around the evidence room finding the cabinet he needed to look through. He sauntered over there with a smirk on his face. Well, this mission was quite simple was it not? He was a little sad at how easy it was, oh well. At least he was able to get himself out tonight and to the police station to get it. It was something to do. He turned back to the woman and pursed his lips. What was she doing here? Well, he could assume why, but he was curious whether or not she was hired by some mob boss or something along the lines of a normie.
<P>He tapped his chin and walked back over to the girl. “If you do not mind me asking, why are you here?”
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TAGGED FOR YEVA!!/ 738 WORDS / NOTES sorry it took so long and its not the best; still getting the hang of Ben as a character XP / WEARING SUIT
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