#helloooo :3

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Poison??

Well, unfortunately, it was already too late. He just finished swallowing the rest of the thing whole because he swore he tasted just a hint of sweetness! Still, because Kioko freaks out, Thor also begins to freak out.

Slitted eyes regarded the being in front of him, gaze heavy with the weight of the power he held both in social standing and literally in himself .

crickets    trill    under    the    silver    -    toned    moonlight    spilling    over    the    ambiance    .    a    welcome    glow    to    an    otherwise    gloomy    night    :    ebony    shadows    clinging    to    atmosphere    like    war    -    paint    to    flesh    .    the    hood    of    your    car    is    propped    ,    and    you    know    ,    it’s    the    battery    .    it’s    reached    its    demise    .    knuckles    drag    against    sweat    -    dotted    forehead    ,    frustrated    puff    of    air    escaping    maw    :    why    now    ?    why    this    night    ,    while    she    was    in    pursuit    of    a    suspect    ?    while    she’s    traveling    a    foreign    stretch    of    road    ?         misfortune    circles    around    her    cranium    like    ravenous    lions    their    prey    .     but    ,    the    sudden    gleam    of    headlights    penetrating    fog    ,    the    slow    of    wheels    against    gravel    ,    produces    hope    .    but    trust    is    an    external    concept    :    gun    is    tucked    into    holster    ,    close    and    in    reach    while    she    approaches    vehicle    .    security    blanket    intact    .

slender fingers grip the neck of a half empty bottle of whiskey as she mindlessly swirls the dark liquid within. the sloshing sound fills the silence that follows the other's words. "why?" practically a whisper. She brings the bottle to her lips, taking a swig before fully allowing her attention to fall upon the other, "no one ever cares that much. Not for me anyways." there's a hint of a smirk that tugs at the corner of her mouth, "so either you're buttering me up because you need something, or there was no one else left to entertain you." she moves to sit on the edge of her seat, unnatural blue orbs curiously studying the male, "not that I mind either way-" she shrugs before offering him the bottle. "spirits for the haunted?" she grins.

“Vaya, y eso te ha llevado muy lejos.” resopló, con nada más que puro sarcasmo en su voz. “Esta vez no funcionará.”  ( @scarletttravers​ )