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A warm laugh spilled across Leila's lips as she guided her chosen prey towards the predators that lay in wait. How perfectly oblivious the poor man was, as he rounded the corner onto their quaint little family. Quinn was quick to let an equally as welcoming simper spread deceptively across his features as he picked up the game right where Leila had left off. His fabricated story was seized upon by the poor, overly helpful associate, placing the young man exactly where her husband wanted him - with his back to the trio of murderers. Quinton wasted no time, the man closed the distance between them with an otherworldly speed. His hand reached up, his fingers curling around the boy's neck and with a quick and audible snap, the life simply...vanished from the young worker's eyes as he tumbled backward and into the waiting shopping cart. It was a noiseless death, which frankly Leila found to be a quite disappointing necessity. After all, to bring in the whole pack of gazelles, they needed to not know the lions were a foot! Leila watched as Quinn peeled a barcode off of the nearest box, only to place the sticker firmly in the middle of the poor corpse' forehead. His insistence that the store was having a two-for-one deal brought a flushed grin to Leila's features, one that transformed into all out laughter as her daughter added that the product was really 'flying off the shelves'. Ah, how she loved their little family!

Her giggles subsided into a sly grin as she moved closer towards her husband, her hands rose to rest upon Quinn's chest, ensuring she had all of his attention. Leila, despite other appearances, was hardly ignorant to the patio chairs stacked high upon the shelves above her. They mirrored the ones that decorated her pinterest feed with their promise of a comfortable, modern suburbia aesthetic, one she'd found herself gravitating to after scrolling through thousands of perfectly staged photos. The fae rose onto her toes, her very proximity meant to tempt her husband as she leaned up so her breath brushed against Quinn's earlobe. Whatever intimate word her husband anticipated, however, was let down by a whispered need for chairs. The large, bulky, expensive ones at that. The sigh upon his lips brought another giggle from the ancient fae as she danced out of her husband's reach, praising her daughter in the process. Though he rolled his eyes at her, Leila knew he would procure them for her...and carry them all the way back home. Maybe they should have bought a vehicle. Hm. Maybe their victim has keys somewhere that they might be able to just...conveniently borrow. That was a grand idea. Now they just needed a way to conveniently get the body into said vehicle. A soft sound of consideration echoed on her lips as she turned to eye those chairs once again....hm....that could work...

Leila pivoted upon her feet, her voice regaining that commanding tone once again as she insisted she needed a single chair and required it to be assembled before she returned with the rest of dinner. After all, one boy was but an appetizer for the two vampires and his body would cause alarm to the rest of the meal. An empty box, after all, was the perfect place to put him. Her own eyebrow rose as her husband insisted she was being demanding, only for Leila to scoff, her hand placed upon her hip. "I am merely ensuring our fridge is well stocked, darling." The last word was drawn out before the fae turned upon her heels, hardly allowing room for refute as she delved back into the nearly empty store and the bright fluorescent overhead lights. Leila paused, offering the pair a single glance over her shoulder as she insisted her daughter assist with the project, otherwise she was sure to come back to the chair being assembled incorrectly and likely upside down in a way that surely defied gravity itself. She hummed softly to herself as she stepped back into the main room of the home improvement store, her gaze turning down each empty aisle she passed until, finally, she found one that was...well...not so empty.

Another award winning smile spread across her features as she called out to the two employees, the young woman falling effortlessly into the role of a distressed customer. How easily the pair fell for her scheme! The man and woman stood up from their harmless flirting to follow Leila through the store as she, once again, led the way towards the garden center, chatting all the while. Leila rounded the corner of the aisle, her chosen prey in tow. Ah, how pleased she was to see a chair in the middle of the aisle, put together in the obsessive perfection that she had expected from her daughter, the once 'empty' box settled in the shopping cart, closed and without a single body in sight. It was...beautiful. "See, we found one on display and another within reach but I need one more and the only other ones were all the way up there." She pointed towards the top shelf of the display in front of her - those chairs clearly put up buy a forklift or...some sort of machinery. Leila turned almost expectantly towards her husband and daughter. She, after all, had fulfilled her role. Now it was up to them to make the kill, all without alerting anyone else in the nearly vacant store.