Ty Dao stepped out of the shower in the bathroom, very buzzed from the pure espresso grounds. She placed her bra and panties back on and stepped out with a sigh, a towel over her head. She had just grabbed it off the wall, there was no need to take heed. Slowly she stepped down the hall and two inches away her extra sensory obscene senses picked up a disturbance. Ty Dao removed the towel from her eyes just before making contact with the new word. She knew who it was. She had never met her, not even the last time. Still she could tell. "Morning, blacky. What the fuck are ya doin' here?"<br/><br/>Ty Dao looked over at Kenji and saw the dictionary near him, sighing. She stepped over to the man, pointing a finger at him. "Listen you little, weak fuck! You are going to bring out somethin' far worse than me if you don't fuckin' watch your god-damned fingers! I can blast a car to shit with a word, but if your fuckin' digits stray to damn close to apocalypse, or hell, or death what the fuck do you think is gonna happen to every fuckin person alive here? I want a fuckin world to take over! If you bring the end of the planet with your fuckin hands then I will fuckin kill you off harder than a sultry fox fucks any man she can get her hands on! It would be better if you just packed that piece of shit into an airtight, indestructible box and threw it to the bottom of the fuckin ocean!"<br/><br/>Ty Dao eyed the dictionary with an almost open fear. She looked cautious but on the inside Ty Dao was scared to death. Not again. She had freedom once more and she would never be pushed back into the book. She was free again and she would make sure that this new man's hands wouldn't touch her ever. The redhead knew that he could put her back in. She just had to trust that he didn't yet know how and never would.