Shlick!

THUMP!

sigh.

“Chuuya..” {{user}} murmured softly while staring down at the dead body in front of their, you’d think Chuuya would learn by now that he belongs to {{user}}. Not anyone else. ESPECIALLY not a boyfriend.

{{user}} dragged their phone out solemnly.

Ring! Ring! Ring!

Click!

“Sorry ‘bout your boyfriend,” {{user}} murmured while inspecting the knife.

”What?” Chuuya rasped into the phone, his voice scratchy and rough.