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DEFINITELY NOT EATIN' MINE.

You'd probably taste bad, anyway.

MUN LOVES YOU SO F'ING MUCH FOR THIS.

<3

Augh! *BLAM BLAM GUN SHOTS >(*

[[jfgdslkjgas]]

!

[[Brb hiding.]]

AUGHH. *NOT BACKING DOWN, JUST STANDING THERE, NOT WETTING HIMSELF*

[[Idea time! He frantically looks around his surroundings, and finds a bottle of pills. He grabs it and throws it just above Louis, hoping it'll distract him.]]

...

*omg pills.*

*pauses, glances around then, STILL HOLDING HIS WEAPON READY -- kind of ready, okay, a little ready -- goes for the pills, which fell with a clatter a few feet behind him*

*yesss pills*

[[The brief moment that Louis is distracted, he comes out and attempts to jump on Louis.]]

Graaaaah!

-- AUGH! *hurriedly and a bit messily --well, first, he grabs those pills and pockets them-- SLAMS THE BUTT OF HIS AUTOMATIC RIFLE INTO THE HUNTER'S FACE!!*

[[And he's pwned. He's clutching his face, obviously in pain.]]

Motherfu- ow.

That's right I'm a motherfu --

Wait a second. *prods the hunter with the muzzle of his rifle* You guys can't talk.

[[gjdsklgas he bats at the gun, trying to make it not point at his face.]]

I can. Maybe I'm special or something. Get that gun out of my face.

*oh no you didn't: hell yes he's going to keep swinging the gun to point in the hunter's face*

Well, fuck that. You guys shouldn't be talking.

[[He keeps pushing the gun out of the way.]]

That's too bad, because I am talking.

If you keep aiming that gun at me, I'll tear out your jugular. I won't attack you if you don't attack me. Truce?

*doesn't move the gun for a longgg moment, then lowers it just a bit, so it's pointed -- well, more at his shoulder! that's okay, right?*

I don't trust you.

Wise decision. I am undead, after all. I mean, why should you? You're still alive. I'm not. You've actually got something to lose.

[[But shoulder's fine for now.]]

Even so... One less enemy and one more ally. I can always eat the already-dead. Feed me and I'll be good~

I don't want to -- feed you! You better leave right now, or else I'll blow your head off. Or let Francis at you.

Didn't think so.

[[He smirks, and stands up. He gives a little mockery of a bow, before turning around.]]

I'd probably tear his head off if he came after me. Don't forget that.

[[With a harsh cackle, he crouches, and leaps away into the darkness.]]

Not before we blast a few dozen holes in your sorry ass!

*shoots after him, grimacing angrily!!*

[[And his cackling echoes into the darkness~]]

If you want me dead, come and get me. If you can~