@cj-amused #9 Â âIs the lipstick on my cheek really necessary?â
They fought. Â Not each other as much as anyone else. Â Occasionally they got on each otherâs Nerves. Â Carver wasnât a soldier. Â Heâd been raised by the streets, and then for a few years by a hippie in a record store. Â Hannahâd been trained to make war against anything hungry that bumped in the night. Â But the last time theyâd actually fist-brawl fought was some flirting when they first met. Â Right now they were fighting Brujah. Â About 5, maybe 6? Â They were really frigginâ fast.
Carver was breathing heavy. Â He didnât need to, he knew that. Â But it felt nice to take in the air and let it out. Â Hannah was too. Â This little group of Camarilla Brujah were really pissing them off. Â Carverâd tucked the punch daggers away and slid on a pair of spiked knuckledusters. Â Hannahâd gone from shotgun to side-arm and Bowie knife. Â She leaned over to give Carver a kiss on the cheek.
âIs the lip-print on my cheek really nexessary?â
He asked, smirking playfully. Â Never let them see your fear. They were outnumbered, but not outmatched.
âDarlinâ weâre surrounded by a group of Brujah, some of which are very attractive. Â And you have spiky blue hair and a leather jacket.â
She smiled back to him. Â Spinning the knife in her hand.
âIâm just markinâ whatâs mine so they know~.â
They were both laughing loud and wild and free as they rushed into the fray.













