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Charles knows that he probably shouldn’t kill Simon Mould. It’d cause way more problems than it’d solve, even if he knows Crystal and Niko would be willing to help him hide the body in a heartbeat. Plus, he’d make a mess of Edwin’s flat, and that would just upset Edwin. But looking at Edwin, who’s sitting so tense that he looks like he might break in half, his face deathly pale and hands gripping the arms of his chair, it’s hard to remember that. Edwin looks afraid, and that’s enough to make Charles’s blood boil.

Charles takes a step forward. “Back up.”

But Simon doesn’t budge from where he’s standing over Edwin, even though his eyes are wide as they flick between Charles, Crystal, and Niko. “You always seem to show up where you’re not wanted, Rowland.”

“You don’t want me here, mate?” Charles mimes a disappointed expression. “That’s a shame. Why don’t you go cry to your fiancee about it?”

“Simon and Emily are no longer engaged,” Edwin says.

“Oh, good for her,” Crystal says from behind Charles. “She can do so much better.”

Simon whirls on her. “What do you know about me and Emily?”

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Thank you for the ask! A little bit of Meaner than my demons:

“I’m sorry about the unicorn,” she blurts out, feeling the urge to fill the silence.

He looks up sharply, brows drawing together into a frown. “I hardly think that matters right now.”

“I almost got Niko killed,” Crystal reminds him. “But I didn’t… look, I thought it was going to be nice, okay?”

His frown only deepens. “Nice, to introduce her to a carnivorous monstrosity?”

Crystal groans. “No one told me that unicorns eat virgins. I still don’t understand how no one ever wrote that down!”

“They almost certainly did, and it simply got lost to time.”

“Yeah well, as far as I knew, I had this completely innocent, pure magical creature that hadn’t been spotted in over eight centuries and I thought, who better to meet a unicorn than Niko?” Crystal shrugs, face feeling hot. “It seemed like it would make her happy.”

“Yes, I suppose that does sound like something she would enjoy,” Edwin says begrudgingly. “I’m sure it would have made her happy, had it not tried to trample her to death. Just next time you find a mystical magical creature that you’d like to introduce her to, please check to make sure it’s not carnivorous first.”

“How about I throw you to it first?”

“Ha,” Edwin deadpans, though his lips twitch.

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Hi there, thank you for asking! I officially have 5 and a half chapters drafted now, which is a huge win. Here is a snippet from Ch. 6 of my Port Townsend 80’s AU!

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“Just the truth, innit?” said Charles. “Now come on, come eat. Mum made enough palak paneer for an army. I can’t finish it all myself.”

Edwin chuckled. “I have no idea what that is, but if your mother made it, I’m sure its delicious. I’ll be over in twenty minutes.”

“No rush. I’ll save you a plate, I promise.”

Edwin’s end of the line clicked, and Charles hung up in turn. Right. He straightened his football jersey. Edwin would be over in twenty minutes. What did he need to do before then? His room was clean; so was the garage. Food was made. Mum had just restocked the tea and biscuits, in case they needed snacks.

Speaking of snacks.

Charles grabbed his backpack off the couch and pulled out the small box Crystal had left him. He slid it open to reveal two joints, expertly rolled. His heart raced. It was a stupid idea. He knew it was a stupid idea, but he shoved the box in his pocket anyway. Who knew? Maybe they’d come in handy. As he tossed his backpack back on the couch, he caught a whiff of his jersey. He lifted his arm and sniffed again.

Oh, jesus.

He glanced at the clock. Seventeen minutes. He dashed upstairs, taking two at a time. Just enough time to shower.

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