He'd kind of been looking for her. Sort of. He was scared of her because he truly believed- not that she would kill him- but that she would physically maim him beyond all repair. So when he caught sight of her in the rec room, he approached with extreme caution
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"Mr. Maxwell. What can I do for you today?" A hole through the foot? The eye? Hell, she'd settle for something in the arm at this point-
But she was supposed to not be caring, right? Right?
Right.
*Genocide for Dummies.
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"I mean, for... starters," he added. "Uh, can I... can I talk to you? Just briefly." His tone said I promise. As briefly as is humanly possible.
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"Of course. What is it?" There was a small, hopeful pause. "Moist hasn't gotten himself into some sort of trouble, has he?" Maybe he was dead. Wouldn't that be a nice New Year's present?
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"Um. Look, I just... didn't want you to find this out when there were innocents around in case a heel went poorly-aimed, so I figured you should hear it before it happens but, uh. I... told Moist I'd marry him," he said. "Mmnbecause he... asked. Uh. Not that you'd care, necessarily, but sometimes things provoke knee jerk reactions," he added.
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