heavy metal heart

         She folds her arms over her chest and tugs at her collar, trying to get a better look at the stain. Guess she’s going to have to let her cat shred this one for her, like the shirt she accidentally dyed pink in the laundry machine.

    "oh, okay. if that's how you wanna be."

    his smile is still sweet as candy, but there's something methodical in his silvery-blue gaze. he pulls out a stolen wallet and extracts some dollar bills and credit cards, fanning them all out and laughing. this one's good at his job.

      his face does something now— contorts ever so slightly from his usual stoic disposition. a tongue wets dry lips before they curl into a sort of grin.       as hungry as he is, sterling still is a bit iffy on the whole “eating people” deal. he’s not human, so it isn’t technically cannibalism, but there’s something about chomping down on arm that goes against everything he learned in his mascot hugging, children show starring days.       still, it’s nature’s call, he supposes. it’s only then that sterling reaches out (more like bends down, really) and pulls ivy into a hug.

    are those--could they be--? yes. they're finger guns at the grin. he never allows for terribly serious moments to linger long, being the super chill tiny guy that he is. ivy returns the hug with gusto, sprinkling in back rubs and patting, even some squeezing. there are no boundaries in this friendship, really. it's hard to have them when you named your shared huge dog after a recovering drug addict actress.

     ”Shit, I thought I’d get away with it lookin’ like a fancy pattern on my shirt.”

    "well, who'd you kill? or, like, maim. or seriously injure, maybe?"

    gaze sharp but cautious, ivy fox removes his sunhat. (he's well-aware it's dark and cold out, and that they're indoors, but he thinks it looks rather sharp.) he's been hesitant to move or make much disturbance or even drink his coffee--he knows how sterling gets when irritable--but now he thinks it might be time to go in for the kill.