forum Futuristic little red riding hood (O/O)

Started April 12, 2020 by @MusicElle-is-here

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“A cup?” she asked next.

"No." he replied, sighing.

“A table?” he asked.

"No." He said again.

“A counter?” Elissa asked, close to giving up.

"No." He said again, shaking his head.

Elissa sighed. “Okay, I give up. What was it?”

"A knife." he replied, looking over at her.

“I was so close!” Elissa cried. “I thought you said it wasn’t something you use to eat your food!”

"I don't remember…well…technically you don't?" he replied, biting his lip.

Elissa laughed. “Oh well,” she said. “It was kind of like with the vegetable thing and chocolate.”

He laughed a little. "Yeah." he replied.

“So what now?” she asked, closing her eyes.

"Hm. I don't know."

Elissa leaned back against the cool metal of the wall and closed her eyes again.

(yeah sure)

Dmitri knocked on the door to her cell, a few hours later. He wanted to speak with her. Though of course, if she was sleeping, he would have to come back later. He would let her sleep if they already were.

Elissa started at the knock, having been daydreaming. She had dozed off in the time between the twenty questions games and now, but she was completely awake the moment the knock sounded…well, mostly. She crossed her arms, trying to look annoyed, but she was both nervous and angry. "What?" she asked, in an irritable tone, though she quickly realized that pissing off her captor might not be the smartest move.

Dmitri blinked. "I would like to speak with you." He said simply, waiting. He did not want to just burst in there, because he didn't want her to hate him too much.

"Come in then," Elissa sighed, trying to be a bit more cordial in case he got any ideas of killing her. Okay, maybe that wasn't super likely right now, but the man killed her grandmother, so who knew what he was capable of? It wasn't like she was doing anything anyway.

Dmitri opened the door, coming into the cell. "How are you?" he finally started, looking at her carefully. He had no idea how to do this.

Elissa raised an eyebrow. “Are you seriously asking me that?” she inquired, looking annoyed. “After you murdered my grandmother and then kidnapped me? I’m doing just fine.” Why couldn’t she shut her mouth? Her father always said it was going to get her into trouble, and Elissa was certain he was right.