just like a candle

[Dutch Biler'a]

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Dutch's expression did not change at all as the woman striked at him. In fact, he began to grin wider and wider each second. This female was exactly his type! Strong, fierce and a bit insane. Like himself. The brute chuckled as this girl cursed and swore until his ears could hear no more. Usually, Dutch would be entertained with this type of woman. Yet, with her it only made him irritated and grumpy. "What are you trying to be? Cool? Entertaining? Swearing does not make you look like anything but a unclassy slob," He replied, eyes clouded with irritation and anger.

"Don't get your panties in a bunch, m'dear. Just get the hell off of me, will you? Seriously. Didn't you learn manners from your mother?" The brute growled, a snarl and hiss escaping his lips. It was strange that Dutch would bring up mothers; his own was too nice and caring for his taste. Then, she died. Dutch hadn't cared the slightest. Noticing the female's eyes shine with insanity, Dutch chuckled. "What a beautiful playtoy you are."

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