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Chris ruffled his hair back into place, preparing himself for the usual rage he would exhibit in this situation, but was surprised when all he could do was smile at the girl. His hand touched the place her knife had barely pricked on his neck and looked down at the small speck of crimson now resting on his fingertip. He watched her, all the while listening to The Reaper. So he was here because of the suicide attempts, huh? As he listened to the strange man finish up his explanation, Chris figured he wasn't going anywhere for a while and relaxed a bit. It wasn't like there was a life waiting for him on the outside anyway, so he wouldn't miss any important meetings while being held in The White Mansion. The idea of killing the kids, even Jesse, didn't sit well with him, but he had learned to cross bridges when he came to them. The woman named Viva was to show them to the kitchen, but before following he stopped and turned to Jesse, who was clearly still on edge. He held up his hand as a means of surrender, the trickle of blood still on the end of his finger. His eyes fell on it as he began to speak to the girl.

"I was right... You certainly do have claws" Chris laughed lightly, licking the blood off the end of his finger.

He had always had a love for the irony taste, a trait he rarely shared with strangers, but since he'd be spending a good amount of time with Jesse, he did as he pleased.

"I'm sorry about all that" He said softly, tussling his hair again. "I haven't been out in the real world for very long and I've forgotten how to control my tongue" He said with a grin.

Chris took a step towards her, but made sure she knew it wasn't threatening.

"The way you won fights at Stone Lodge was with words since most of us were drugged out of our minds. Loudest and nastiest one... But that's no excuse" He said. "I'm not sayin sorry cause its the right thing to do or anything... I'm doing because you earned it. Most people are big talk... You're interesting" Chris mumbled, trying to pick the correct words.

Jesse had been a complete bitch to him since the moment he laid eyes on her, but for some reason... He found her fascinating. A loose strand of wavy hair had fallen into her face, and though he took a chance of losing a finger, he moved it aside gently. Jesse was clearly shocked by his actions, but he just continued to smile.

"You should keep that hair outta your face... Those eyes are too pretty to be hidden" He whispered quietly so just Jesse could hear.

Then he turned without saying a word and followed Viva and the others out of The White Room. As dangerous as the situation was, Chris Palko had been living in Hell for the last 12 years. This place, The White Mansion, may have been full of death traps... But at least here he'd be living.