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        ❝ ... Oops?! My bad !! ❞ 

                  (   wanna  hear  me  bitch  &  moan  like  always  ?   )   —   accepting.

thanks guys holy shit!!!!!! the problem is you guys are all people/groups i’m desperate to impress so i need to join a trashy low expectations rp to get back into the writing groove before i show my face in front of any of you but BOY when i get back on the horse i am charging at all of your sweet asses good god christfucking jesus fuck

         He turns into the cemetery, hops easily over the six-foot gate with ease, and TWISTS on the spot, knowing he was going to follow. He flashes FANGS, eyes going an ONYX in completion with no pupils, and no whites. “I’m on a break, so do you want to explain why you’ve been following me and staring at my ASS for six blocks?” 

        He pours a generous amount and slides it across the table as his hands were not quivering today, and he could trust his reactions despite his EXHAUSTION. The artist takes a sip of his own, and relishes in the burn at the back of his throat. He’d be lying if he said it was his first of the day. “I---” A pause, and Matthew finally really LOOKS AT HIM, studies his expression and the way his shoulders seem to SQUARE when he speaks. “Why are you here?” His words were blunt, but he knew that the assassin could HANDLE THEM. “I know you haven’t gone back on your stance, and I... if it’s because of the painting know I don’t --- I’m not asking for anything or, it was a gift. I don’t get visitors often, I---” Another pause, and this one LINGERS in the air like a parasite. “What’s on your mind?” 

        SHE’S PLAYING WITH one of her knives, Mindful Wrath sits in her palm, the deep green sliding along pale fingers. But Zahirith is not focused on the weapon, her gaze is FOCUSED, settled on another pale figure littered with tattoos. He’s only a few feet away, and when he gets close enough, she catches his arm with her free hand, touch GENTLE, a small smile playing on her lips. “You wanna have some fun?”

        WICKED GRIN IS ON her lips, hands RUNNING over the other’s chest. Zac was next to them, standing in the corner of the room and she was making sure they were BOTH on DISPLAY. It wasn’t Zahirith’s fault that Zac’s lady had gone on a TRIP, leaving the man to ruin her and Zaiden’s ALONE TIME.  ❝ I’m sure she’ll be back soon. ❞  Devilish smirk on her lips as she presses a kiss to Zaiden’s jaw. Head tilts to look at his brother, she winks at him.  ❝ Stop being so cross. You look like a wet dog that’s been kicked. ❞  Her nails press a little harder on her partner’s flesh. She turns to him, biting on her lip, a pure POUT on full show just for him. Now Zahirith is just trying to rile him up, knowing exactly what to say to get him going.  ❝ We should probably go somewhere else before I get too frisky. I don’t think your brother’s gonna want to SEE what we’re about to do... well, unless he’s into that. Are YOU into that? ❞ 

        ❝ YOU ALWAYS LOOK LIKE something is digging at your mind. as if there’s something WRONG. ❞ She speaks softly, the hum of the bar hiding her words although it’s relatively silent at this late hour and she’s the CENTER of attention. Hand brushes at hair, pushing it from her face and across one shoulder as green eyes peer into sharp blue.  ❝ --- What is that? What are you hiding from me? What makes you look so troubled all the time, like you can never be happy again? ❞