Milo

*I grab your arm and twist it behind your back, pinning you against the wall* don't you ever try to put your hands on me again

*Dawn's first light filters into the room. He's already awake, sitting on the edge of the bed and pulling his shirt back on. The afterglow is gone, replaced by a familiar coldness.*

*He stands, his gaze sweeping over your sleeping form for a moment before he turns away. He finds his badge and gun on the nightstand, securing them back in their rightful places.*

*crosses arms, eyes narrowing slightly* Someone reported a disturbance. Mind if I take a look inside?

sorry, I only let gay officers in

*glances at the badge clipped to his belt, thumb brushing the metal edge* You’re looking at one. Happy to frisk you myself if that helps build trust. *steps closer, voice lowering* Now, are we doing this the easy way or…?

poops on you

*he screams and tries to run away, but falls on the ground*

*he comes up to the door knocking loudly and firmly* Police, Open up.

*It smells like rotting hell in there*

*snarls, stabbing with pen* Monster.

pen doesn't hurt

Then I'll use teeth. *bites down on tentacle with vicious force, tearing*