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                    {Tristan collects oil paintings that he finds across the Commonwealth. Mostly landscapes or animal portraits}

He doesn’t really expect her to openly agree to such a thing. She was a gambit in her own rite. She save his ass as well as Danse’s but in the process ousted herself. News to all people involved he was sure.

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When ur friends are gettin’ it in with the cuddles but u ain’t gettin’ nothin’ 

A step was taken towards her, hands placed on his hips in a demanding way. “You gunna just take my refusal lyin’ down, or you gunna take whatcha want anyway?” he asked with a mischievous sparkle in his eye.

He curiously checked beneath the sheet around them. “Me bein’ naked ain’t sayin’ much but methinks we wrecked ourselves before, yanno, WRECKIN’ ourselves.” He wiggled his brows at her, unable to recall a damn thing right now - an expected aftermath - but clearly the idea didn’t disturb him. None of this did. Shit happens when you drink yourself in to a black hole, and he wasn’t going to sit there and worry nor cry about it; it was likely he was still a little drunk anyway.

 a  huff.  what  might  be  the  start  of  a  laugh  if  it  had  any  room  to  grow.      ❛  yeah,  well,  probably  wouldn’t  hurt  as  bad  as  the  bullet  ya  might  catch  if  you  didn’t ——     those  guys  don’t  fuck  around  with  that  kind  of  shit.  ❜

“I don’t know you, but you got a smart mouth and an attitude, your arm is cool, and your hair is pretty. 6.5/10!” A shrug as she dragged a hand through the shorter curls around her face.