Snippet #1372210

"I don't know," Rue replied blandly, no emotion in her voice other than pure amusement, "but it's worth a shot. Then we don't have to deal with getting a witch soul later on." She blinked as he suddenly grabbed her wrist and began pulling her onwards, changing course only so they could stop by the apartment. She was fairly sure that Fade was aware that she hated his hand latched to her wrist, but she wasn't about to please him and appear annoyd with it. Patience. That is all one needed to become wise. Patience... right?

Soon they had reached the small apartment. Rue pulled her wrist free from Fade's grasp before wipping out a key and unlocking the front door. She pushed it open, then immediately halted as something appeared to be blocking the door from opening to its full extent. Irritated, she squeezed through the small opening. And froze. Her furnature, belongings, everything was scattered and thrown all around. Pieces of fluff from the pillows littered the ground like ants at a picnic.

"Fade?" the girl said darkly. "If you're the one who did this, I'm going to dis-own you." Rue pressed forward through the clean gaps of the floor, jumping from space to space in a futile attempt to get around without tripping. The black haired technician stood in the middle of the cramped living room, arms folded and mismatched eyes flashing dangerously. If anything, her possessions and her friends were the things that could set off her short fuse. She swallowed down the crazed look that she so wanted to put on, then turned to look at the door where Fade stood.