#heartxripper

❝How many times have ya been told to shut it?❞

He wouldn’t stop nor even glance at her, not for D’vorah. She liked attention too much, and just looking at her made it so much more difficult not to simply kill her right now, right there. Oh but he WOULD gut her, someday, and when he’d be done she wouldn’t be much more than just a bloody stain, fitting, for a BUG.

Kano must have been in a better mood than usual ( or maybe it was just him indulging in laziness, for once ), since his reaction was barely anything more than a twitch of his fingers, itching to reach for a blade. It’d be so easy, he knew he wouldn’t miss- but no, NO, of course he couldn’t do SHIT about it, people expected him to be somewhat decent, TOLERABLE. Death, murder even, wasn’t too uncommon in Outworld, it was how many conflicts were solved. Simple, survival of the fittest, an environment where the crime lord THRIVED. And yet- the gratuitous murder of one of the closest ally of the Kahn would probably not be well received. It was a damned shame Mileena only seemed to think it was Kotal Kahn who should die, Kano caught himself thinking about ripping the throat out of way too many of the Emperor’s advisors more times than he’d admit. The entire bunch was a fucking mess to deal with, they were no politicians, some barely above being considered SAVAGES.

It’s with a sigh escaping through his gritted teeth that he finally gave her the satisfaction of looking at her, squinting, obviously annoyed.

❝Lived for sixty years- almost half of it with HER wastin’ her time running after me- ‘m sure I’ll be good without ya tryin’ to babysit me, love. Touchin’ you care so much, really.❞

Oh Kano has wasted his breath many times. If the queen ever bothered to count it would be a rather high number. But he amused her time and time again, like now, bringing up what he has spoken in the past.

The Queen could have worn a little grin, but it was held back. Not one for making such expressions her mien held a rather relaxed appearance. Kano would get the sense that amusement rested upon her face.

U tagged me in a dog picture that’s what

      “You still being a fight whore?” it took everything she had to keep her mean-spirited smirk at bay as she took a fistful of raw hamburger meat and shoved it into her mouth. Yellowed, rotting teeth were visible as she chewed with an open mouth, chunks of pink flesh sticking to the skin around her mouth.