Hennessey Faust

{ ♟ } ;- Now he was really pushing all the wrong buttons. Really he couldn’t give a fuck about what kind of weapons this guy had with him, he had dodged bullets before. The way he spoke of them as if it was something they all wanted to do, like they were filth. It irked it, he hated the way people treated them. 

[♜] ;- One second away from pulling out his knife and challenging the guy, the street-rat had managed to say something that had saved him. Hennessey's hand drop the knife and leaves his pocket empty. Despite the situation, he found himself laughing. Laughing to the point of bringing tears to the edge of his eyes. He keeled over and held up a hand, requesting just a few more moments to recompose himself to a state in which he could actually speak and be comprehended. "You must be joking. I'm not going to get into a fight with such a funny guy. I am speaking from experience." It's not like he had expected the dumbass to be able to tell just from looking at Hennessey, but he was going to take advantage of this situation.

Smiling wasn’t really Annie’s thing. Smiling would imply that she’s happy. But she wasn’t. She definitely wasn’t going to tell Hennessey about what made her unhappy. The shifter didn’t knew the courtesan just yet, but she was sure that he would just make fun of her and Annie really didn’t like the sound of that.

[♜] ;- If he was any dumber than he already was, he'd sigh and wonder why women were so hard to comprehend. He knew better than that by this point however. It depended on the individual. Some were shallow and easy to figure out, and other were more complicated. Case in point: Annie. Her mood drop was starting to have an effect on him as well, and the huge grin that was plastered on his face faded down a few notches. He sits up and kicks the sheets away from his body before leaning over towards the blonde. "Uh, do you maybe want to talk about it?" Whenever Beirne acted like this, he'd do the exact same thing and just let the other rant about the topic before exhausting him out. Made it easier to talk to him like that.

Evidence. Right, because that was important right now. Even later on Adrian probably wouldn’t bother with it. As it stands, Hennessey is the only witness to it. The knife lodged in Marin’s skull is his own, and it’s obvious enough now that he wasn’t MP. It’d just be a street fight gone bad, or a hit on a guy who deserved it. No one would question it, and if they did, well- Adrian would always just claim self defence. If it wasn’t Marin it would’ve been him dead on the ground. Might still be.

{♜} ;- The trip feels long and Hennessey would be lying if he said that he didn't contemplate dropping the other and just letting the elements get to him. If he was still alive at this point after being wounded so goddamn frequently, surely he didn't need assistance in surviving. Maybe. More logically however, he guessed that the trip only was this miserable because of the lack of conversation and the heavy dead weight on his arm. He sighs and is momentarily thankful that there wasn't anyone on the streets he'd have to explain himself to, although honestly, he could definitely just lie and say his friend here had 'one too many' and laugh it up, call it a day, and maybe even bond with someone over the dying man on his arms. Hmm, tempting.

The nudge doesn’t bother him, only causes his gaze to flick up for a brief moment. That- A wheeze of a laugh escapes him, barely pulls the edges of a mouth into a grin. Of course it’d be him again; just like last time. Even at the other’s words, he can’t help but want to laugh at the irony of it. They have a knack for meeting like this, it would seem.

{♜} ;- Seeing the other's pathetic attempts to survive was enough to convince him to take action. He follows the other's gaze to the other man's body and merely raises a brow, already too desensitized towards murder at this point to show much of a reaction. Still, he didn't expect this much out of the other. Seems like he had severely underestimated Adrian. He licks his lips and runs his hand over Adrian's face and pushes hair out of his face, fingers stained with his blood. "Give me just a second." He walks away from Adrian to the body of the other and kicks it over. "Shouldn't we burn the body to hide any sort of traceable evidence?" When he turns to look at the other, he sighs. Obviously there were other priorities that needed settling first, such as the gash on the other's neck.

If it’s been seconds or minutes he isn’t sure. His hands still shake against his throat, he’s managed at least to pull the edges of his cloak in, hold it tight to his neck. It won’t stop. He’s pressing as hard as he can, fingers already slippery with blood, and it won’t stop.  

{♜} ;- There was a pep in his step today that Hennessey just couldn't explain. It probably had something to do with the recent meal he had just shared with Talos and his family. As per usual, they were loud and invasive and didn't really have a concept of personal space. It wasn't too bad, as others could argue the same against him. With a small hum, he turns the corner and nearly bumps into another person. Whoops. He murmurs a small apology and keeps walking before stopping abruptly. No. It couldn't be. Not again.

"Y’know, if you continue like this I’m actually going to throw you out." Annie mumbled, "I’m not bluffing." She thought he understood it when she said no once, but it seemed like he was more stubborn than Adrian and Félix combined. But he was also a damn idiot. To Annie, anyway. The shifter had played with the thought to do a little more than just the usual human stuff. She indeed was hungry after all. Marin wasn’t a good hunter yet. He wasn’t stupid, not in any way, but he wasn’t all that good at making the right choices.

{♜} ;- She's totally bluffing. Well, probably not, but Hennessey convinces himself otherwise. That didn't mean he wasn't going to be more cautious in the current situation however. "I thought you had more of a sense of... humor. Can't you smile, even for me?" That was overstepping his importance, but hey, he was sure that she looked amazing when she wasn't frowning or whatever it was that she normally did. He hummed ran his fingers through her short hair. It was soft and the nearest available object to fidget with.

      He could literally feel the blood rush to his face, angry brown eyes narrowing and following the shorter males’s finger down his chest. Stupid Hennessey, always playing games even when nobody was in the mood for them.

{♜} ;- Even in what should have been a dangerous position, Hennessey's lips curl into a smile. The fact that Talos could even lift him up with one hand merely excited him. He rolls his eyes as the redhead snorts, blowing hot air into his face. He doesn't even bat an eyelash. Typical caveman behaviour. If only he showed such instincts in bed. It was a shame that the other was frigid. "Maybe I wouldn't be 'tossing' so much if you satisfied me more." He chuckles at this and places a hand carefully on top of the other's.

{ ♟ } ;- He had given it a good thought. Change himself up a little bit and make a run for it to Wall Rose. Though he had a job down here to do, he had to take care of his gang and those part of it. There were women and children in this gang that needed protected, territory that his father fought his way to get for his people. Marshall just couldn’t throw that away just yet. 

[♜] ;- Feeling more bold than usual, which really didn't make much of a difference, Hennessey merely laughed at the other's motion to grab a knife. Instead of taking a step away, he leaned forward with a raised brow. "You are taking this way too seriously. Aren't you used to seeing sex workers and the like down here?" It seemed like he had struck a personal nerve. He seemed to be doing that a lot recently. It was all sorts of fun to prick someone's sensitive issues. He'd have to tell Beirne about this later.

{♜} ;- Jeez, for a moment there, Hennessey actually thought he'd get some peace and quiet. He sets down the book that Adrian Beirne had lent him and cocked his head at the other's accusations. Oh. Looks like that cat was out of the bag. Easy enough to manipulate the truth though. This was an easy to fix situation.

His wheeze was enough to show her that she was hugging him too tight. She had forgotten how fragile humans actually were. Pulling her arms away from him, Annie rested both of them in between of them, curling up a little. Henne still felt so cold to her. It was almost enough to make her shiver. Annie couldn’t help but huddle closer to him in an attempt to warm him up a little. Her instincts told her to do so. She knew it was normal for humans to have a pretty low temperature but it was also normal for her kind to share enough warmth to keep three human beings from freezing to death. Convenient. 

{♜} ;- Feeling her grip on him loosen and altogether disband, Hennessey inhales deeply. It sure felt good to breath again. Seeing Annie huddle up to him, he slowly pulls off his jacket and wraps it around her shoulders. It wouldn't do much to help her if he had to be honest with himself. He would have suggested that she put on a pair of pants or something of the like but that would mean he couldn't enjoy the sight of the blonde in shorts any longer. He'd have to commit this to memory for later.

Well, at least his hands were warm now. Eventually relaxing, Annie pulled the other at his arm which he had rested on her waist closer and wrapped his arms around him, hugging the young man tight. If this embrace didn’t knock the wind out of him, Annie didn’t know what would. She was at this point where she just wanted him to shut up and enjoy the silence. And maybe this would do the trick. Well, Annie had known the other for maybe three days and if there was a thing he was great at then it was non-stop talking. Even when he was running low on oxygen.

{♜} ;- When Annie's arms enclosed him at first, he grinned in triumph. Looks like he'd actually convinced her to stay awake, that was, until she squeezed. Hennessey gasped as the air in his lungs was knocked out as if he was just hit by a titan's swinging arm. Damn, she was much stronger than he had initially thought. He wheezed as she snuggled farther into his chest, deciding that maybe it was time to stop talking. Maybe.

{ ♟ } ;- He wouldn’t lie to himself, he seriously needed a good wash and hair cut. However, he couldn’t risk following this stranger and risking getting caught by the MP. This guy seemed harmless enough though, didn’t seem like he was here to cause any trouble.

[♜] ;- Been there, done that. It was hard to believe that at one point, when he was still living with his family, he was that poor. Sympathy began to settle over him, a foreign feeling that he hadn't had the displeasure of dealing with in a long time. Despite these feelings, he reminded himself that the other was probably a thug and most definitely had a record with the Military Police.