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PuNKRoCKBuNnY182: Nyuuuu! Not the kitty! Not the kitty! I'll be good, I promise! XD

Kitty-NS: Why thank you ^_^ I know. I spelled it wrong on purpose cause Juliy has a funny accent. @.@ I probably should've mentioned that @.@

Keo Blaze: I know. I didn't mean for it to be so short, but you see, I was typing it during the half-hour before school, and the bus was a major issue @.@ So I had to cut it short, but I'm making up for it now ^_^

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The moment that Johnny left, Juliy was faced with one of the toughest decisions of her un-life. She could go for the pastel curtains and hope he wouldn't notice...or.. she could follow him and do her job. Frowning, she held her hands out in front of her, palms upward, and stared at them.

"Ok... if I do the curtains.. then the house is pretty.." She lifted one hand a few inches, "And if I follow psycho-spiky-head-boy there's a possibility of making him into a human being.." A couple inches for the other hand.

"Curtains...", Lifting one hand, "Possibly saving the world..", Lifting the other, "Ok, ok, God, don't get all grumpy. I was just joking."

Grabbing her CD player from her bag, she stuffed it in her pocket and pulled the headphones onto her ears before stepping outside and carefully closing the door behind her. She glanced at the sign near the door, grumbling to herself about 'advertising murder' and skipped down the front walk to the road. Looking both ways before she crossed, she turned left without much thought. It was very useful to be in touch with God.

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Sitting in the Taco Hell was basically a guarantee that murder (and lots of it) was going to be committed. So Nny sat there, his high black boots resting in the booth where he sat sideways, staring out into the room as he munched on a taco. He was just beginning to think that maybe he should go home, that no one here was being a moron today, a dumpy looking man with sauce stains on his shirt stepped up to the booth.

The guy just stood there for a few seconds, staring, and then he spoke up, his voice one of those throaty sounds that suggests a person is perpetually going to belch or vomit.

"Ain'chu sittin' wit nobody? What, 'chu got no friends're sumthin? Wouldn' be so-prized. Chu look funny."

Fitting his face with a speaking glare, Johnny grinned slightly, his eyes darkening and narrowing to little slits in his pale face. He slid his legs off from the side of the booth, sitting up straight.

"What was that you said?"

"Chu ain' got no friends?"

"Yeah... that part."

There were a few moments of tense silence, and then Johnny's arm shot out, his fingers digging into the flesh of the larger man's gut, a steady gush of blood rising to the surface and spilling onto the grimy linoleum at his feet. The guy gurgled, his eyes going wide with the enlightenment that hi-ho-the-derry-o he was dying.

Nny, meanwhile, was grinning maniacally, his arm stuck up to the elbow in the gut of the dying man.

"What're you talking about? I'm friends with your liver!", squeeze. Pop. Gush of blood, "And your kidneys!", shred, shred, shred, "And your intestines!", Yank, rip, plop.

Finally removing his hand from the guy's torso, Nny dusted off his hands, glancing around at the other restaurant patrons who were munching on their grease-covered food, seemingly oblivious to the fact that some guy had just been brutally murdered.

"Fuckin' moron.."

Turning on his heel, Nny made for the door, shoulders hunched and hands stuck in his pockets, still mumbling about 'crickets' and 'stupid fat fucks'.

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Juliy stood outside the establishment, staring up at the sign with a look of utter annoyance. Taco Hell. It just figured, now didn't it. She sighed, turned down the music on her CD player, and reached for the door, but when she opened it, she was instantly stepped on.

Wincing, she flung up her arms and stepped back, trying to get out of the way.

"Sorry, sorry, my fault entirely!"

"What's wrong with you?"

When she opened her eyes, there was her charge, staring at her with a look that plainly said 'fucking idiot' and sporting a newly-blood-spattered shirt. Oh great.

"Nothing's wrong with me. I was being polite."

"You were having a panic attack in the parking lot."

Folding her arms, she tilted her head up, nose in the air, "I over reacted. HOWEVER! Before you jumped up and ran out of the house, I should've explained that you go NOWHERE without me."

"You're...joking...right?", he raised a brow at her.

"Not at all, Mr. C."

"Johnny"

"Ok. Johnny."

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That ever-compelling need to just rip the girl's head off was coming back again. Fuck! Why did he have to be stuck with this Brady Bunch cast reject?! She just kept rambling on while they were walking and it was driving him INSANE! If he could just get back to his house.. maybe then she'd shut up. He'd do anything, even let her furnish the fucking rooms, if she'd just STOP TALKING!

"Oh, I'm sorry. I haven't let you say anything!", she was smiling a little bit, like she really thought he wanted to say anything to anyone.

"...", he just kept staring ahead, eyes narrowed on the road. Tunnel vision. Oh blessed, blessed tunnel vision.

He was dimly aware when she stopped walking, and when he turned, she was staring at the front of the 24/7, her eyes wide and shiny, as if she were beholding God.

"What're you staring at?"

"Must...have... Sucky..", and she was steadily drifting to the door. He just rolled his eyes, watching her. Oh well, at least he could get a Cherry Sucky out of this escapade.

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AN: Juliy's not doing the best of jobs converting Nny into a 'good guy', now is she? Maybe she'll end up turning into a psycho homicidal ghost instead XD