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“ uhh, i don’t think i’m in korea anymore !! 낯선 사람, can you help me please ?? “
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The first response Lúcio had was to apologize, but he was still in so much pain; && no matter how selfish he realized this notion to be, he was glad that Scout could feel it as well. “ ... almost got shot,” he’ll admit, bringing a hand up to cover the wound, only to cause him to flinch at the sensation.
“I WANTED to pull someone out of the fight, get them back, but when I reached my arm out...” he hisses, looking down at the blood that seems to be oozing out of him. “ ... sorry, I know it hurts.” // @batomos cont. from x
❛ Sick gun! C’n I maybe try an’– shoot it? Please! Dun’ be a square… ❜
@batomos // starter call .
He’s touchy, feeling, wants to know that the man loved him for him, not the thought he brought; arms draped lavishly over shoulders, pressing peppered kisses along a familiar jawline. Tired, certainly, on edge by the way of raised hairs on the nape, and a bruising cut under the eye from a rough knuckled punch of the never amused kin-- he loves the Scout, enough to take a beating, if the moments he can place his lips on skin were there.
“-- You taste like grease.”
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“Tell me: what do you do for fun? Besides hit balls with sticks, I mean.”
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" damn boy, are you wifi? 'cause i'm feeling a connection. "
Eugene blinks, confused at first, wondering for a split second if Scout had figured out his powers and was trying to hint at it in a weird way, but then it dawned on him. Pickup lines. He turns literally the shade of blood.
“… Uh.”
Fabulous reply.
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It was a rare case where someone wasn’t immediately afraid of him upon first glance, or ran away in fear when he looked at him. It confused him greatly when this sort of thing occurred, in fact Necalli had a bit of trouble processing it in a way.
Someone much weaker than he was just wasn’t afraid of him? It didn’t add up.
Though, humans were a fickle species. Sure, he may have been part of a human society thousands of years ago, but things were different. People evolved, used machinery, and spoke or acted in unusual ways.
He never really WOULD understand it fully.
Still, it was an interesting change of pace to have someone seem so excited to see you. Of course, Jeremy didn’t really have any sort of significance to Necalli, he’d at least remember to spare the boys life. His physical combat skills weren’t ripe enough for consumption, so there was no point in trying to devour him.
In a way he was humoring the young man by showing up now and then to “visit”, primarily to get a reaction. This was an opportunity to learn, and his curiosity towards those who showed no fear towards him only kept getting more prevalent each time he’d encountered the scout.
“...”
Unusually silent, save for a rumble that he emitted from his chest occasionally as he breathed, Necalli’s eyes never seemed to falter from the odd little human before him.
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❤ Leaned against the door frame, arms crossed over her tied gingham shirt, she makes herself present with a small ‘ahem’. She posed with a wink, finger guns at the ready. “What do ya think, daddy-o?”
