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"Will I d-do that again?" She asked quietly as he grabbed a new wipe.
"Yes." He nodded, wiping down her forehead.
"A lot?" She questioned, swallowing thickly.
"Yes." He repeated. "What are you thinking?"
"W-whether to do it or not." She sniffle...
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☆*:.｡. o(▽)o .｡.:*☆ (Homophobia, mentions of suicide and medication, being told poor mental health is for seeking attention)
"Я смотрю на цель." Nova mumbled into her earpiece, one eye closed as she watched the woman washing up in her kitchen through the window. (I have my eyes on the target)
"Что она делает?" A Widow, Angel, asked. (What is she doing)
"мыть посуду." Nova answered, finger lingering over the trigger of the sniper. (Washing dishes)
"Нужно ли мне покидать свой район?" Angel questioned. (Do I need to leave my area?)
"Нет. Она моет посуду, а не устраивает собрание культа." Nova scoffed. (No. She's washing dishes not hosting a cult meeting)
"Это был всего лишь вопрос." Angel muttered, slightly put out. (It was only a question)
"Просто перестань говорить. я пропущу свой выстрел." Nova grumbled. (Just stop talking. I'll miss my shot)
"Вы обидчивы из-за своего неудавшегося самоубийства?" Angel asked rudely and Nova sighed through her nose. (Are you touchy about your failed suicide)
"Нет." Nova answered sharply. (No.)
"Если бы я провалил что-то настолько простое, я бы обиделся." Angel chuckled down the earpiece and Nova's patience for the girl was thinning. (If I failed something so simple, I'd be touchy)
"Хорошо, что это произошло несколько месяцев назад, так что я не обидчив и с меньшей вероятностью сломаю тебе руку." Nova muttered. (It's a good thing this happened a few months ago, so I'm not touchy and less likely to break your arm)
"Ты собирался сломать мне руку несколько месяцев назад?" Angel quizzed and Nova lowered the sniper. (Were you going to break my arm a few months ago?)
"Нет. Но я мог бы сейчас." Nova responded. (No. But I could now)
"Если вы не обидчивы, я предполагаю, что вы сделали это для привлечения внимания." Angel bitched. (If you're not touchy, I'm assuming you did it to get attention)
"Я надеялся, что люди будут игнорировать это." Nova hummed, pressing the trigger of the sniper and shooting the target with ease. (I was hoping people would ignore it)
"Миссия окончена. Я приду к тебе." Nova ignored her comment. (Mission complete. I'll come to you)
Nova held the sniper at her side as she moved to the next building where Angel was waiting for her. Walking up the stairs, the girl pushed back a strand of fallen hair from her ponytail, silently wondering what and how Jenny was doing away from the Red Room.
"Ты чуть не сорвал миссию." Nova snapped as she pushed open the door and saw Angel waiting, sat at a table. (You almost ruined the mission)
"Как?" Angel scoffed. (How)
"Не закрывая свой гребаный рот." Nova glared. "Вас заранее предупредили, что у меня проблемы с концентрацией. И ты не перестаешь говорить!" (Without closing your fucking mouth. You were warned in advance that I have trouble concentrating. And you don't stop talking!)
"Вот для чего нужны таблетки?" Angel asked, smirking as Nova pulled out the one earbud that was in, Under Pressure coming out muffled. (This is what the tablets are for?)
"Таблетки?" Nova questioned, leaning the sniper on the table. (Tablets?)
"В оранжевой бутылке." Angel started. "Мадам Б дает их вам в определенное время дня." (In an orange bottle. Madam B gives them to you at certain times of the day)
"это тебя не касается." Nova hummed simply, tightening her ponytail. (It doesn't concern you)
"Оно делает." Angel scoffed and Nova sighed, shaking her head in annoyance. "Мне нужно знать, не урод ли мой партнер." (It does. I need to know if my partner is a freak.)
"Я не урод. У меня просто есть состояние, когда некоторые вещи трудно сделать." Nova explained quickly. (I'm not a freak. I just have a condition where some things are hard to do)
"Все думают, что ты." Angel chuckled. "Правда ли, что тебе нравятся девушки?"(Everyone thinks that you are. Is it true that you like girls?)
"Это не имеет значения, но отчасти." Nova shrugged. (It doesn't matter but partly)
"частично?" Angel pushed. (Partly?)
"Да, частично. мне нравятся девочки и мальчики." Nova mused. (Yes, partly. I like girls and boys)
"Вы не можете быть обоими." Angel denied and Nova raised a brow. "ты либо пидор, либо нет." (You can't be both. You're either a faggot or you're not)
What a fucking annoyance, Nova thought staring at the girl.
"Okay, then." Nova chuckled humourlessly, squatting to grab the knife that was on Angel's picnic blanket. It had been spread out while she watched the now dead target. "Fucking bitch."
Simply, Nova stabbed the blade into her stomach with a smirk, watching as Angel choked on her breath. She twisted the blade around in circles to deepen and widen the gash before wrenching it out of the older girl. Angel dropped to the floor, holding a shaky hand to her wound.
"С днем рождения меня." Nova sighed, dropping the knife so the blade pointed down and it lodged into Angel. (Happy birthday to me)
