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[defystereotype.livejournal.com]

[Suddenly grabs you from behind.] Quiet!

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Lol! Totally fine :D

[defystereotype.livejournal.com]

[William ignores Dexter's positively murderous glare in favor of making another grab for him, his eyes on something in the distance, voice a harsh whisper.] Don't move, don't speak. Don't do anything, is that understood?

[darkerpassanger.livejournal.com]

I don't know who you think you are, [he whispers just as harshly,] but you've got the wrong person. [He's in the middle of stalking someone, his clothes dark, hands gloved, a syringe of anesthetic in his pocket.]

[defystereotype.livejournal.com]

Believe it or not, I'm trying to help you. [Not with, well, *that*. Certainly never with that. In fact, William's wholly unaware of what precisely Dexter's up to.]