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*predatory ATB is predatory as he slinks quietly around the dressing room, looking for someone to snack on. he's hungry, oh so hungry, and he'll do anything within his (new found) power to get his food.

in other words, if you see him, try to get the fuck away.*

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[thepricepaid.livejournal.com]

[predator, meet prey]

[ur-worstdream.livejournal.com]

*heeeee this is gonna be fuuuuun; just walking by.... sniffing the air... walking in his direction...*

[thepricepaid.livejournal.com]

[looks up from his book, eyes narrowed]

[ur-worstdream.livejournal.com]

...Hi.

[thepricepaid.livejournal.com]

[cautious] Hello.

[ur-worstdream.livejournal.com]

What'cha reading?

[thepricepaid.livejournal.com]

A book by the name of The Other Boleyn Girl.

[ur-worstdream.livejournal.com]

Is it a good book?

[thepricepaid.livejournal.com]

It passes the time. [eyes him, not feeling good about this]

[ur-worstdream.livejournal.com]

...Do you know what else passes the time?

[thepricepaid.livejournal.com]

Why don't you inform me?

[ur-worstdream.livejournal.com]

Eating~.

[thepricepaid.livejournal.com]

Why do I have the feeling you mean something different than food?

[ur-worstdream.livejournal.com]

Well, I do mean food, but only certain kinds.

[thepricepaid.livejournal.com]

[shifts his grip on the book, tensing]

[ur-worstdream.livejournal.com]

*up close, now, sniffing yoooou*

[thepricepaid.livejournal.com]

[inhales sharply, starting to panic] Stop!

[ur-worstdream.livejournal.com]

*pins him against the wall*

[thepricepaid.livejournal.com]

[gasps, overwhelmed]

[ur-worstdream.livejournal.com]

Hm.... Never knew panic would make blood smell a lot better. *runs a finger down his neck*

[thepricepaid.livejournal.com]

[moans]

[ur-worstdream.livejournal.com]

*grins wider*

[thepricepaid.livejournal.com]

S-stop

[ur-worstdream.livejournal.com]

No, I'm hungry.

[thepricepaid.livejournal.com]

[panting, looking at him] Stop it...