(n). — moth

‘ it’s nearly seven in the god damn morning, araña loco . shut the /fuck up/ . ’

he sees this as a challenge…..

              ‘ AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaa ’

─── if only.

if only it were plausible for her to strangle him hoarse without charlie knowing.

@disqvalified / xxx

─── her breath hitched as pain surged through ribs, the broken few jabbing straight into her bruised lungs. a hand came up to her sternum, curling fingers against her croptop, before a hiss fluttered free from the moth. he’s got to be joking.

‘ i’m not the one on trial here ; none of this would’ve happened if you had just stuck to my plan ! ’

anger quaked through her trembling figure, obviously doused in agonizing stings that meant internal bleeding. a heavy wheeze then pressed out from her sandwiched organs.

‘ look, all we had to do was hand out flyers — it was YOUR call to swing at the guy who knocked into you by accident . just because you dropped your flyers & they blew off doesn’t give you the right to ASSAULT the guy ! ’

   “Ehhh, trial, shmial.” A vague gesture with his hand, rather passive about it - more than he should’ve been.  Deciding concern wasn’t worth his time and effort (or energy, really!) he leaned back into his seat and crossed his legs. 

     “Look, we say a few words, the guy realizes if I go ta jail he loses his favorite porn star and hooka, and then we go back to tha hotel. Easy, peasy, ain’t a big deal.”

‘ i’m perfectly aware of our standing in the nine circles, dipshit . what i don’t need is your constant commandeering ass trying to updo the situation in some fancy four - legged hair - brained scheme as some excuse to pickpocket a passer - by . ’

angel was lying right down to the roots of his golden tooth; he wasn’t the victim here, it was the two who stood in his wake — vaggie, & the one denizen who had been stolen from & tried to fight back against angel. a hand moved down to feel at her tender ribs, realizing she may have broken more than just one.

Unprompted / @palcmilla

hands move like knives as she starts bumping shoulders with the grunts, trying to merge them in on this massive display of anarchy, participating in the verse’s ‘ dokuros ’. only when they’ve found their own creative flow does she ebb off, migrating alongside guzma. her bow flutters an end to curl around his wrist, fingers grazing dangerously across his palm, offering to hold him close if he’d like to snatch her up.