[kill 06]

[harborbutcher]

[---Locked to Lily---]

Hey Lily Worth - haven't seen you around the ship! Where've you been hiding, kiddo?

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[EDIT: ---Locked to Even---]

I like cupcakes, and dresses, and, umm... Even!

Oh, Even? Lily and I are having a marvelous time on Deck 8, over by Spectacular, Spectacular.

I like the ones with icing! Muffins are okay, but cupcakes are

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[lilyground]

I've been around a lot! What about you?

[harborbutcher]

Oh, here and there. I just checked out the shops - they really have a lot of things there, don't they?

[lilyground]

Yeah, they have lots of stuff! Not as much stuff as deck 12, though.

[harborbutcher]

I got something for you there. It's not as good as deck 12 though, so you probably don't want it...

[There is a very, very faint click noise in the background. It happens once.]

[harborbutcher]

[Dexter crouches behind a stand in one of the miscellaneous shops directly beside Spectacular Spectacular, fitting his black leather gloves over his hands. Best to not leave any fingerprints, after all; though the ship obviously lacked any sort of staffing that could handle the forensics aspect of what he was about to do, one can never be too careful.]

[He waited for the sound of Even's steps approaching, with all the patience of a killer.]

[The door cracked open.]

[Dexter clicked on the tape recorder:]

They're not as good! What is iiiit?

[Click. And it was off again. He talked lowly, so Even wouldn't know where is voice was coming from exactly;]

Oh, nothing. I just thought I heard something.

[harborbutcher]

Aww, you don't want to go with Even, do you?

Don't you want to stay here with me? Have a couple more cupcakes?

[click.]

..............................

YES!

[Dexter shifted, in attempt to get a view of Even. He was a cautious bastard, and that didn't bode well for Dexter - especially when he was out of tape, and had to give the general jist of his position in order for the bait conversation to work.]

[I should have recorded more. ...And recorded myself.]

[He spoke boldly, deciding to use this in his favor as misdirection.]

Even's no fun, is he.

[He swiftly pocketed the tape recorder in the messenger bag he both picked up from the shops on his earlier errands; he'd need the recorder later for taunting. He then moved in his crouch, silent as a shadow, to be closer to where Even would appear if he were to go directly for Dexter's previously flagged position.]

[... ... ...Hindsight is 20/20. That's a sloppy mistake I won't be making again.]

[Dexter was ready to pounce.]