they're trapped in a city fueled by sex, not a backwater planet on the brink of total annihilation. uncharted territory, full of new sights and sounds and involuntary dosings of aphrodisiacs. of course it'd be some bizarro shit like this.
immediately, ) That's fucking hilarious.
( absolutely fucked up, but hilarious.
if sharkface wasn't sharkface, felix would take the path of least resistance, easy. he doesn't give a shit. what's one rough orgasm wrung out of him to another? but he has gear to guard, and a man who would rather see him dead than even think about rubbing up on his dick for a five minute quickie. he doesn't blame him for that, either. this was only ever going to shake down one way. )
Well, fuck. All right. ( on a sigh, begrudgingly resigned. ) I know your type.
( tense. so tightly wound at the seams he's one loose thread away from busting open completely. overclocked rage with nowhere to go but out and everywhere, god rest everything in the blast zone. defensive. armed to the teeth, most likely. they can play real nice, or.
they can do what they were built to do. )
You wanna two-step, Ephemera?
( leisurely, like he has all the time in the world. he eases away from the wall and snaps his knife from his holster into his open palm, then lifts his hand, blade flat, beckoning him forward with a slight tilt of his wrist. )
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they're trapped in a city fueled by sex, not a backwater planet on the brink of total annihilation. uncharted territory, full of new sights and sounds and involuntary dosings of aphrodisiacs. of course it'd be some bizarro shit like this.
immediately, ) That's fucking hilarious.
( absolutely fucked up, but hilarious.
if sharkface wasn't sharkface, felix would take the path of least resistance, easy. he doesn't give a shit. what's one rough orgasm wrung out of him to another? but he has gear to guard, and a man who would rather see him dead than even think about rubbing up on his dick for a five minute quickie. he doesn't blame him for that, either. this was only ever going to shake down one way. )
Well, fuck. All right. ( on a sigh, begrudgingly resigned. ) I know your type.
( tense. so tightly wound at the seams he's one loose thread away from busting open completely. overclocked rage with nowhere to go but out and everywhere, god rest everything in the blast zone. defensive. armed to the teeth, most likely. they can play real nice, or.
they can do what they were built to do. )
You wanna two-step, Ephemera?
( leisurely, like he has all the time in the world. he eases away from the wall and snaps his knife from his holster into his open palm, then lifts his hand, blade flat, beckoning him forward with a slight tilt of his wrist. )
Let's dance a little.