#kekipi

Off-island duty sucks. No matter what country they go to, everyone's always staring and asking him what happened. "I'm kinda stupid" is never enough. He's more than glad to be back home, even if the only place to relax is in the middle of everything. People don't fuck with him here. Something about size matters when there aren't any laws. Funny how that works.

Hayes stretches out, his long legs sticking into the path where passersby nearly trip over his exposed feet. He crosses his ankles while locking his remaining fingers behind his head, content to stay in everyone's way until someone physically makes him move. There aren't many that would be so brave.

The rediscovered smugness over his height was almost enough to distract from the fact that he had to borrow a button-up and is still wearing it. Normally, he'd be itching to shed the extra suffocating layer, but he felt fancy today. Keki approaches out of nowhere, her casual tone not interrupting Hayes' peace.

-"Your shirt says "Cocaine and Caviar" but your face says "Fish Sticks and Fentanyl"."

He peaks an eye open to confirm it's her, then smirks as he settles in further.

"Have you actually got some fent? I could use a bump."

"Kekipi. A word?" Rein said as he knocked on her door. He was personable, kind, and yet, himself and Kekipi weren't really communicating much as he was with the other companions.

His knock was soft, careful, ginger. He was gentle in his tone, as well. On the other hand, he held a tray of tea and... Mostly homemade cookies, though he had a little help, given the fact he was rather useless in a kitchen. After he squished the pot that was perfect for boiling noodles (much to Lucanis' dismay), they banned him from using anything unsupervised.

"What is it that you want to feel?" Kekipi hummed, tilting her head slightly as she looked up at the assassin. The two had been working along side each other after the failed attempt of putting her down, him fooled into taking down a werewolf in which he wasn't equipped for. Ever since then they had teamed up to take down the people that had contacted his employer into getting him to take down the creature.

"Tell me, Duncan," she purred, taking a step closer. "What is it that you want to feel? Maybe I could be of assistance," she smiled, her fangs just barely visible.

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How many times now has he seen that sharp, beautiful smile, lure men to their deaths - the kind of men who foolishly underestimate Kekipi at every turn; not simply in her other form, but rather, also in her human form. She is an accomplished assassin and not one that requires teeth and claws to kill, though of course, in the most difficult situations, both of those things have proved to be a substantial help.

They are accomplices now; partners even, and yet, as she stalks closer with a clearly flirtatious purr to her tone; Duncan distinctly feels like captured prey; utterly bewitched. He’s certainly not the kind to ever underestimate Kekipi but that doesn’t mean he’s not equally foolish – because right now, he longs to feel her teeth teasing at his throat; no matter how bloody the consequences could be.

The meet was wrapping up, so Alex took to unwrapping his hands. He grinned as the last fighters were clearing the ring. “Hey, you did pretty good today.” He offered up a genuine compliment.

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