#gruntadminloch

“Ah, I think most are engaging themselves with whoever is interested. I’m certain there’s no shortage of individuals eho would be open to Master Guzma’s expression of interest!”

Why the FUCK does he talk like that.

Whatevs.

“Are ya offerin’ up ya boy pussy or what Loch?”

A long pause.

"A day or two ago, Master. I believe my mundane ran into your blog while searching the tags for your name, since I enjoy appreciating fanworks of Team Skull."

ey, ey, cut the whole master thing yo. this ain’t a place ta use that kind of lingo man. 

((How’re you supposed to draw…muses you don’t know or have any passion/draw to draw…it’s almost like it’s easier to do something you aren’t being paid to do…if you’re interested in/care about it already…wild))

“What could you have possibly done wrong to make you believe that?”

((Does the pikachu have a little carseat? What if there’s an accident! It won’t be safe :c))

Oh. And there’s Kana.  Er, that is, here’s Kana.  Right here.  In front of him.  Not that that’s never happened before or anything–in his position he faces most of the grunts this way or another and all, but–

Now she’s…against him.  Briefly distracted due to confusion by the press of her chest, he looked down, as if needing confirmation that that was happening to him.  Cheeks warming and taking on a reddish tone, he looked back up to question her action, but froze and shuddered at the brush of her fingers.

“Wha-ah–”

Oh.  Okay.  They were kissing now, which was…not an unwelcome gesture, honestly, not to mention she said not to think much of it.  Head tilted back, he returned it, a little clumsy from his shock, eyes slipping shut to return the gesture–though not all the way, in the event something was off for some reason.

He, in fact, did not shove her off.  After all, that’d be thinking too much into it–why not just enjoy a kiss you weren’t expecting, right?

He wasn’t prepared for it, Kana didn’t enjoy the times when it felt like she was forcing herself onto someone, but the fact that Loch wasn’t pushing her away but rather responding to the kiss in a positive manner made her feel better. One of her hands pulled away from his face so she could plant it against the wall behind him to keep herself steady in the crooked positioning. 

After indulging in the fact that he was kissing her back, she pulls away, just barely to see if his lips would chase after her own. Her half-lidded eyes inspecting him with curiosity. She had expected him to be a little more firm with denying her advances.

“Hmmmn. Almost seems like nya enjoyed bein’ kissed outta da blue.” 

Her voice is a low, sultry purr, lips just about ghosting over his own as fingers dance their way down to his neck.