i REALLY need to write him more. hes so cool

you know what. while im here thinking abt it and listening to the song (walla walla by glass animals for the exactly 1 person that cares. hi crystal) on repeat im gonna write him a little bit Bad turned at the sound of a door slamming. He swore to god he had told everyone to go home for the night, but he knew he had recently given a key to a certain someone who may have finally recognized the consequences of her actions. He took a sip from the coffee mug in his hands and watched the small window of the office door. The office door also slammed as a very upset-looking Hannah appeared in front of him, dressed in a longer version of what he thought was called a slip dress, though he was really never sure with women. "It is awfully cold out for that outfit," Bad said, pausing for a second to decide if pushing it was worth it. "Did you at least catch a nice boy?" "I'm not a whore," Hannah spat. Bad took another sip of coffee and raised his eyebrows. "Why are you here at this hour, miss not-a-whore."

"I want you to undo whatever you did," Hannah said, taking a step towards Bad. It occurred to him that she was probably trying to look intimidating, but he could think of nowhere she would be able to hide a weapon and therefore was probably unarmed. "I recall a mutual contract," he said, hoping his calm and even tone would get her to stop being so loudly upset. "I know what I asked for, and this is not that." Her voice was not calming down or quieting, instead becoming slightly distressed under the anger. "I can't say I even know what your problem is," he said, punctuated by another sip. "I asked you for power. I got power of ****ing, I don't know, rose bushes. What did you do?" "You just asked for power. I don't control what you get, it's out of my hands after we agree on a contract. Should have been more specific," Bad said with a shrug. "That can't be how it works," Hannah said. She sounded slightly desperate to Bad, which meant an in for him. "Can you undo it?"

"I'm sure you can understand why I don't want to break a contract like this. Anyway, if we did I'm not sure it would even do anything for you. I suppose you'll just have to be careful when you prune." Hannah looked taken aback, and before he knew what she was doing she had grabbed the coffee mug. "Undo it, mother****er," she shouted as she spiked the coffee mug on the floor. It shattered into too many ceramic pieces to put back together, and coffee got on both of their shoes. Bad pushed himself out of the office chair he was sitting in and put his hands in his pockets. He was also unarmed, but he knew he could take her in a physical altercation. She wasn't a very large woman and while he wasn't NBA material he was certainly quite a bit taller than her. "I'm afraid I can't do that," he said, still trying to keep the even tone though finding it harder after something of his had been unceremoniously broken.

"You're lying. I know you're lying, because you lie to everyone all the time. You aren't really into all this cult shit, you just want to control people and lie to them even more effectively than normal. I see right through you." Hannah was at her last attempt to get a resolution now, Bad could tell that much. "Listen," Bad said, stepping closer until it was blatantly obvious who was going to come out on top in the conversation. "You've learned a valuable lesson here. Next time you deal with me, be specific. Whatever's out there is pretty goddamn autistic." He had started raising his voice, but took a break from speaking to restrain himself from putting hands on her. He dropped his voice to a firm, quiet cadence. Anyone who knew him well enough knew that he meant business when he used a voice like that. Unfortunately, he didn't know if Hannah was aware yet. No time like the present to educate.

"I don't take kindly to belligerent, likely drunk young women coming to take a shitty hookup out on me. I also don't take kindly to those young women breaking my shit. If you want to leave this office with ten functional fingers, you'd best leave now, and not come back until you've worked through the upcoming hangover." Hannah backed up, but kept her hands clenched into fists. Her knuckles had started turning white. "You made a bad decision. You must not make a lot of those, because you haven't yet come to terms with the fact that it's your ****ing fault. Or you're just riddled with BPD and need to make it my problem. Either way, I can't undo shit for you. Hire a gardener." Bad reached beyond Hannah to open the office door. A slight breeze entered from the rest of the warehouse. "Good night." Hannah seemed to get the hint and turned on her heel to walk out the door. Bad watched until he was certain she was gone before going to get a broom and some paper towel.

ok well. rude :/

if u start a cult i will be very disappointed