Sweeney Todd : The Demon Barber of Fleet Street (mr_todd) wrote in parabolical,
But of course this would happen. Mr. T rolled his eyes and groaned loudly. The bag fell to the ground with a disgusting, squishy *thump*, then he turned his intimidating, dark gaze on the intruder. Perhaps this lovely dish would have to join the plump fop in the bag.
"Taking out the trash love." His voice was almost musical as it resonated in the dark alley. There was a glint of danger in his eyes that bordered on seduction. Not that sort of seduction. But the sort a predator uses to lure his prey closer.