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The flattering smiles disappeared again, though not in an instant like last time. It was far more gradual, coinciding with the time it took for him to understand what he was being asked to really do. All his life, he had learnt expertly to manipulate people into believing what he wanted, to trusting him and going along with what he said. Obviously, he turned to murder if it failed. That was the logical point to now turn to, in his mind. Timothy was being difficult and failing to understand; failing to go along with what he wanted, so killing him would make things far more easy.
Though, his own logic was battling against his heart, and his love for Timothy - the first time he had loved since his childhood dog was around. Thus, it was incredibly precious, and he didn't want to just let Timmy go so soon.
"...You're acting like an asshole," the grumpy man groaned, his lips twisting into frowns and scowls. "You love me. You fell in love with me while believing I could be the murderer, didn't you? I'm not a different person, and I think I hide what I do pretty fucking well. You won't have a clue-- you're not going to change your mind, are you?" He finally exhaled, sitting up from the bed rather ominously. "...Shame, really. I liked you, Timmy. I wanted to meet your father, charm the future dad-in-law and stuff..."
Though, his own logic was battling against his heart, and his love for Timothy - the first time he had loved since his childhood dog was around. Thus, it was incredibly precious, and he didn't want to just let Timmy go so soon.
"...You're acting like an asshole," the grumpy man groaned, his lips twisting into frowns and scowls. "You love me. You fell in love with me while believing I could be the murderer, didn't you? I'm not a different person, and I think I hide what I do pretty fucking well. You won't have a clue-- you're not going to change your mind, are you?" He finally exhaled, sitting up from the bed rather ominously. "...Shame, really. I liked you, Timmy. I wanted to meet your father, charm the future dad-in-law and stuff..."