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Shadow would be within range of Dolan's boy toy senses, thanks to that one time. Meanwhile, a new guy would be skulking around like he owned the place, jacket only covering one arm and his hair a messy grey jungle.

Albert gave a nod to Death without taking his eyes away from the frying pan. "Ayup, Sir.". Shadow didn't respond to the pokings. He was completely out of it.

Death nodded and made his way to the kitchen, following the scent of someone frying salmon. "I bet he can't even look at the label without falling over drunk." BB scoffed, flicking another bottle cap at Shadow.

"I'm afraid not, i always get lost in the damned thing. Albert is the only one who knows it like the back of his hand. Why?" Shadow sat up and shuddered. "Shomeone should be quiet...". He pointed at BB and began to laugh, falling onto his back again. "See what i mean? Lightweight." Dimentio...

Death eventually passed rochelle's lifetimer, carefully reaching out to pick it up. "And there you are. Quite a lot of sand in here too." With a slight clatter and scattering of random odds and ends, Dimentio popped back into existence at the lake...or rather, the opposite side away from the...

Ebil sighed and looked away, his cheeks growing more and more crimson by the second. "S-shut it, alright? Also, next time you me up, use nylon."

"I-inspected!? I built that mys-". He stopped abruptly as soon as she moved towards him, quickly putting his hands in his jacket pockets.

"Hah, right, not without my rifle. I can let the fact you tried to kill me slide but the moment you touched my rifle...ooooh, you'd better believe you crossed a line.". Ebil didn't look himself at all. His cheeks were red, his breathing didn't seem as regular and his knees were...shaking slightly...

"Very funny. Now gimme a hand with me wrists!" He demanded, holding his arms out forwards with a flustered look. "And no more tricks."

Several strings of expletives ran through Ebil's mind as X both kissed and left. He furiously looked for a way out, noticing a section of the pipe that looked badly rusted. He began to pull as hard as he could, eventually snapping the rusted section away and slipping his bindings off the pipe...

Ebil's heart thumped loudly against his chest as he huffed, trying not to let his anger get the better of him. "I...I'll do anything you say. No holds barred, alright? Just set me down and i'm all yours."

"So?! That's no b- What are you doing!?" He yelled, trying to yank his hands out of the bindings. "Git! Lemme out!"

"Oh, behave!" He spat, struggling to get his wrists free. "The moment you let go, i will be planting so many bullets in that pretty head of yours...it'll be like a game of Operation for the forensics!". A look of worry seemed to cross his face for a split moment. He was, for once, scared.

Ebil placed his hand over his heart in a sarcastic manner, putting on a bad French accent as he spoke. "Oh, you wound me, Lady. What're you gonna do anyway? Tie me to the wall and paint a frame around me with bullets?". He was starting to feel a little irritated with this woman and his trigger...

Ebil huffed and deliberately straggled behind. "Not the first time i've heard that. You'd think someone would appreciate some comedy but I guess this is the 'Oh-so-serious' age, eh?". He took a bullet from his jacket pocket to casually roll it around in his palm. "I bet you've never even fired a...

Ebil sighed and began to follow X, pulling off the silliest walk he could manage. "Could be worse, There coulda been handcuffs involved.". He chuckled as he put his wrists together jokingly. "'elp 'elp! She's got me cuffed here!"

He seemed to pause as he turned the device over in his hands. "Yeaaaah, I didn't build an off switch...Couldn't remember how you wired 'em up". Ebil shrugged as he flicked the aerial idly. "Any plans, lady?"

Ebil nodded and pulled the object out from the wall. "See? Nothin' to worry about, just a detonator disc." The device had several blinking lights and a small aerial protruding from the middle, all complete with a drawn on smiley face.

Ebil only gasped as he felt the gun's barrel on the back of his head. "Hey'ey...easy now. S'all a bit of explosive fun! Nothin' too big, just a crate worth!"

Ebil paused in mid-stride for a moment and looked around. His grin widened as he turned towards an alley and casually stepped inside. Chuckling, as he took a small disc from his pocket, he pulled a brick out of the alley wall and pushed the object inside...he was up to something.