The bag was thrust towards you by Grell. "Pick!!!!!" They squealed. "Fine! Calm down, Jesus!" Two soft growls were heard from the other end of the room. You reached into the bag, pulling out a beautiful crocheted doiley. "This is beautiful....." You marveled at its beauty and elegance. "Shall we?"
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Claude Faustus stood before you. His glasses pushing back his Raven hair. "Y-yes...." You took his hand as he led you into the closet.
********************* "Did you make this yourself?" You asked holding up the doiley. You then remembered that the closet was dark and that even if he tried, he wouldn't be able to see it. "My item?" "Yes.... I forgot you can't see" "I did." "It's beautiful..." "Like that soul of yours...." "What?" You felt his lips upon yours. You opened your eyes at first, catching his golden eyes flash a pinkish color. Oh my god you thought. Your eyelids felt heavy. Everything turned to black. Claude had eaten your soul. "I was right. You were delicious"
