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Started May 10, 2018 by @darkeyes

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“I haven’t got business,” she shrugged, smirking. “It’s fun to meddle in others’s.”

Kaz sighed. "Of course it is."

“Sooo,” she leaned forward a bit. “Interested in telling me?”

"I thought I saw some guy run away who looked kinda like a wanted serial killer. They're gone now though," he said, trying his best to cover for Vaughn

//yo this is gonna turn into an action rp xD

“Of course, of course,” she said, waving a hand dismissively. As she did, she looked up and made eye contact with Dev, who she smiled flirtatiously at.

(action gays ! lol) Kaz scowled at her. Great. Now he had to deal with some flirty stranger who wouldn't leave them alone

Karkat was quiet as he returned home to his small apartment. He releases a soft sigh. Another day alone. He drank a small sip of water before flopping onto his couch, watching the news. Great… a killer. He rolls his eyes, flipping through channels.

//yo this is gonna turn into an action rp xD

“Of course, of course,” she said, waving a hand dismissively. As she did, she looked up and made eye contact with Dev, who she smiled flirtatiously at.

// Dev is kinda hiding, but I'll go with it. FOR THE GAY!! *charges *

(oh crap wait I misread it earlier, gotta fix my response lol)

// no no it's okay!! I like where this is going

//lmao yep
for the gay

Dev widened her eyes as the girl on the sidewalk below smirked at her. She quickly ducked again, and heat rose to her face. One of her dogs growled after hearing so much chatter outside, and Dev frantically tried to shush him. "Yes, yes," she whispered to the small animal, "you are a big, scary beast. Be quiet, baby." She pet him until he calmed down.

Lilith grinned as the girl blushed and disappeared. “Any of you know her? She’s cute,” she said, gesturing up.

// oh shiz if the killer knows who I am Imma flip but BOY would that be interesting

//lmaoo
she’d be fine tho Vaughn only kills abusive men

Dev blushed harder at the comment made by the girl below, trying to convince herself that her current train of thought was a bad idea. After all, this girl was wandering the streets talking about serial killers in the middle of the night.
But then again, Dev was eavesdropping on it.
She bit her lip and rose again, her eyes barely peeking over the edge of her window. Her dogs found better things to do, and the only sound in Dev's apartment was the noise of a horror movie playing on TV.

// true

// gtg gotta drive home and also have a job interview so I'll be back later

//aww, bye :(

"Oh really?" Kaz said. "Because according to the podcast I'm listening to, you fit the description of a particular serial killer rather well," he said, pointing to his headphone

Vaughn’s eyes narrowed sharply. “You have the wrong guy,” he muttered, lowering his head slightly as he began to walk away and back down the sidewalk. Little voices that didn’t sound like his own whispered in his head about how unsafe the area was.

Kaz frowned. "Fine, asshole! I'll just tip the cops off!" he shouted after Vaughn, trying to find a way to get the guy some help. He wasn't going to let him walk away covered in blood, however much of a jerk he was

“You do that, kid!” Vaughn snapped over his shoulder. He flipped up the collar to his suit jacket and lowered his head, allowing the longer section of strands in his hair to fall into his eyes.

Kaz sighed. Well, that didn't work. He wouldn't actually tip the cops off, he wasn't some snitch. God, he was going to need a drink. Thank god his apartment was right over a bar. He started to walk home, frowning and pulling his leather jacket tighter against the wind

After a few more minutes, Vaughn arrived at abandoned looking gas station. He walked up the front lot, digging a set of eys from his pocket, which he used to unlock the cracked, glass front door. He slipped inside and locked the door behind him. Once in the safety of the station walls, he shrugged off his suit jacket, then unbutttoned the white button up, tossing the blood stained shirt aside onto a countertop. Then came his white, also stained, under shirt. He looked down at his chest, blood having seeped from the clothes onto the skin. He was sure he smelled like death and blood. He turned his head, looking at a poster that read 26 days sober. He hated that he was like his father in that way, a goddamn alcoholic.