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"Its not blind faith, Dork. It just seems like that to you. But I could see why." Davon said letting out a hesitant breath.

"Well I would have, but I can't sleep." Davon pouted stuffing her face in Dork's neck.

She stood in front of the door glaring at Dork "It doesn't have to be that way. It never had to be in such way."

"College, tests, I fell because of the ice that's melted on the ground and I drank too much coffee, to sum it up, its not -- Dork

-- not my day Dork." She chuckled stuffing her face in the pillow "anyways since im awake..." She grabbed the pillow and hit --

-- Dork with it smiling innocently "Woops."

Davon tackled Dork down hitting him with the pillow laughing evily.

"Yeah? You dont seem that powerful to me, Dork." She glared back at him as growl building up in her throat.

She grabbed Dork's arm and pinned him against the wall growling, her shoulders rising each time a breath escaped.

She chuckled grinning at Dork "Haha!" :p

Uh! {Gasps dramatically tackle hugging Dork} Aye. ^-*

{She took the knife out of Dork's hand looking at him, while a frown crossed her lips} No.

Davon ginned down at Dork poking his nose "Hey there doofus."

"No!" She yelled out looking at Dork her brows furrowing and her breathing heavy 'No..."

Davon squeals as Dork scrunches up his nose cutely chucking "Hey there cutie ptutie."

Davon looked at Dork a frown crossing her lips "I'm not a coward! Stiles listen to me, this isn't you!"

Davon frowned got deeper, not because she didn't know what to do but because she had lost the Stiles she had trusted but--- {Dork}

--- that didn't mean she was gonna give up o Dork.