guerreroxmatteo:

yvonne-brooks:

She gasped upon hearing the stranger’s feral growl, getting to her feet and leaned her long, slender body against a wall to keep herself out. “I said I was sorry, mister,” she huffed and pouted. “Unfortunately, women don’t have rights here,” she mumbled under her breath and kept her eyes trailed on the glossy floors, trying not to make eye contact with the man.

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Gerard rolled his eyes “Whatever.” His patience was completely gone but he managed to stand up so he turned to the mundane “Try living in the 15th century that talk about having no rights.”

guerreroxmatteo:

yvonne-brooks:

Yvonne was well on her way to the library but as soon as she stepped into the familiar dull hallways of the Institute, she wasn’t sure if it was a misstep or they maintenance of the floors but she slipped — in her high heels, mind you — and instead of falling unto the hard, solid ground as anticipated, she fell on something a little softer. It was then when she realized she landed on somebody. “I— I’m sorry,” she quickly apologized, yet held on to the stranger for dear life since she was scared she’d plummet down again.

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Gerard had been about to attempt to get up when someone landed on him and he was shoved back onto the buttery ground. After she apologised he expected her to get up when it became apparent she wasn’t going to move he growled “If you don’t get off me, I’m going to trip your throat out. With my teeth.”

guerreroxmatteo:

yvonne-brooks:

“And why is that?” Yvonne frowned at the man’s statement. Her eagerness seemed to have died down as soon as the words rolled out of his lips. “Surely, something peculiar and fun may have occurred in these walls, right?”

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“Just that it may not meet your expectations, and if it doesn’t don’t be too disappointed is all.” Gerard answered crossing his arms across his chest. “Peculiar? Definitely. Fun? Well, that depends on your definition.”

guerreroxmatteo:

yvonne-brooks:

Yvonne’s attention was immediately caught by the ostentatious slight of staircase once she stepped foot in the Institute. She merrily skipped through the steep flight of steps, giggling to herself in glee and was already beyond excited on what she was about to witness in the grandeur. “What wonders could this edifice possibly hold?”

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Gerard stood at the top of the stairs as the girl came skipping up “ I suppose the place does have some perks but I wouldn’t get too excited, you may get disappointed.”

yvonne-brooks:

“Your adverse and harsh character does not threaten or scare me in any way,” she answered the man, crossing her arms, ready to leave. “I gave you a compliment. If this was how you reacted to every good thing anybody ever said to you, then you don’t deserve anything nice in your life.” She turned, making sure her hair smacked his face and began to walk away.

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Gerard glared at the mundane for a couple of seconds before using his speed to catch with her, he smacked her into the nearest wall “You don’t take compliments from your food, why should I do the same?”

yvonne-brooks:

“Well you shouldn’t have said anything – or threaten me, that is – in the first place if you wanted me to mind my own business,” Yvonne answered the man stubbornly. “I could’ve ignored your weightlifting or whatever the hell you were doing anyway.”

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“I find that hard to believe and your little act of defiance dull and irritating not to much overplayed.”

yvonne-brooks:

“It’s just that you seemed so concerned about what the others would think if they saw you here, so why not give you an honest viewpoint?” she reasoned, still in disbelief of the man’s hostility.

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“If I don’t give a shit what you think, why would I give a shit about anyone else’s opinions? I told you not to tell anyone because it’s none of their concern what I do in my spare time. Understood?”