— {˙ღƸ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒღ˙} —— “T-then…?” Shyly offers the box of… well, she said they were cookies, but I wouldn’t take her word for it. The odd goo moves.

reluctant. his fingers grab hold of the item.
then a pregnant pause.
skeptic thinking filled once calm mind.
narrowing every little detail down to only one 
conclusion. she wants him dead. that must be it.
was it because he scolded the half baked vampire? 
    probably. ‘ ….hn. ’ the pureblood nodded,
carefully eyeing the box with disgust. ‘ thank… you. ’