WARNING: mention of blood, murder, killing, murderous thoughts.
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"Oh. He actually fell asleep."
All of you watch as William was laying at the couch.. looking uncomfortable but exhaustion and sleep overcome him.
You awkwardly put down the tea cup on the saucer, you tear off your gaze off William who was sleeping like a baby. Albert fixed his position and put a pillow on his head and a blanket over his body.
"That was so out of characteristics of him." You grumble under your breath, touching your cheeks and you feel it hot, you gulp as you shake off the thoughts of earlier. "Yeah," Albert let out a tiny chuckle but oh damn, it's deep.
You purse your lips together, no one spoke after that small conversation you have with Albert. You can feel their gaze on you as you once again sip on the tea.
Opening your mouth to speak, you think of what should you say first to them.
"I came here not because I'll be paying off the consultation." And once again, the dangerous glint was back on your eyes. Brows furrowing together and eyes glaring at William's sleeping face.
Albert just stare at you, amuse to see of how fast your mood can change.
"You already told me that you already had a plan." You start, they already know what you're trying to hint. "And I want to be in, in making the plan." Putting back the teacup on the saucer once again, making a clinking sound as the two ceramic make contact with each other.
Putting a hand up when Louis was gonna pour you another tea, you were grateful but you don't want to make your stay a bit longer by chit chatting with them, like you were some close friends of them.
Because you're not a friend and you don't consider them as an ally even.
You guys are just acquaintances that's all, with the same goal and desire in mind.
"After all, its the copycat of mine we're making a plan to."
Standing up from your seat, you fix off the creases on your skirt and brushing it off from the invisible dirt. A strand of hair fell on your face and you tuck it behind your ear.
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