You held hands with [Crowe/Murdok/WHATEVER YOU CALL MURDERER MARK ONG] as you ran down the street.
Red and Blue Lights flashed behind you, and [Crowe/Murdok/whatever] pulled the both of you in a dark alleyway, which completely hid the both of you.
[Crowe/Murdok/you get the gist] ran a hand through his long hair [sorry I simp for ppl who have long hair], and adjusted his sunglasses that fell onto his neck [He has one of those glasses that has a wire on the arms? Not sure what it's called] onto the bridge of his nose as he glared at your giggly form.
"You almost got us caught." He stated as he took your hands, bending down to your height. "Maybe don't laugh too loud. I won't hesitate to shut you up next time."
He monotonously said, as he let go of your hands, lightly patting you on the cheek as he smirked angrily.
You pouted, then boop his nose which made his eye twitch. "Awwe, Crowe/ Murdok.. You know you love me!"
He rolled his eyes. "Completely off topic, Love." He said as he crossed his arms and lent back. "..but, I do."
You giggled, slightly swaying because of your drunken state.
He sighed, and shook his head, kissing your cheek and taking your hand, and started dragging the both of you out of the dark alleyway.
An unfamiliar grip took your hand, and you snapped out of your drunken state.
You yelped, as you kicked backwards, hitting whoever was holding you, which made them let out a pained yell.
You let go of Crowe/Murdok's hand and slapped the man, who has just recovered after the strong kick.
"Ow! Stop it!" The man yelped, and it made you realize it was a copy of Crowe/Murdok, but instead of having a Dark red turtle red neck, black coat that reached his knees, long hair tied back and a pair of sunglasses on his face, he instead wore a nice gray suit and a nice red tie around his neck.
You looked back at Crowe/Murdok and back to the man, both also looking back at you and the other three.
"Who the fuck are you, Copycat?"
"You kinda look like me.."
You slightly winced on how differently they reacted to the other's appearance.
You just shrugged and took Crowe/Murdok's hand that had his signature dagger in it, then dragged him away from the alleyway.
A small step forward and you were forced back to your drunken state, and you started giggling like crazy as your serious stern steps turned into tiny skips as you swung his and your's hands.
He gently pulled his gloved hand and crossed his arms then looked away, his bangs covered one of his eyes.
(They laugh at me because I'm em-)
"What's wrong dear!" You signed and chortled, your small skips turning into small jogs.
"You're acting too bewitching." He retorted, his eyes glancing at your childish pose, a small red tint appearing on his cheeks, which was covered with the blood spilled on his face.
"Don't make me shut you up." He said, tilting his head, trying to hide that small pathetic red that appears on his face whenever he looks at you.
Your eyebrows wiggled as you signed. "In what way, Crowe/Murdok~?"
He froze, before hurriedly walking away. "Okay fuck you, you're getting left behind."
You jumped and rushed after him, frowning as you almost tripped. "Ah- I'm sorryyy~"
---- Sorry It's short and probably trash, I had writer's block all the way
[This Chapter's art/s are..!]
"You're acting too bewitching." He retorted, his eyes glancing at your childish pose, a small red tint appearing on his cheeks, which was covered with the blood spilled on his face.
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