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          visage is GRACED by irritation as hues of earth would look over, jaw working && a sigh wrestling from parted lips. his eyes narrow dangerously as his path is obscured by a stranger, a woman he could not recall as he searched memories. an assassin? perhaps. he is tense, digits trailing to an arrow to draw. it is nocked && he is patient as he speaks. 

          demands. 

          ❛  what do you want? speak quickly.  ❜

❛❛  No? Come on, let me fight you.  ❜❜     Oh, she was PISSED alright. She isn’t allowed to go outside the gates? Can’t fight? She has to stay in a damn room all day? No thank you.

She needs to dig her claws into something, damn it. She can only take so much airheaded chitter chatter and perfume.       ❛❛  I want to show you I’m not useless, let me out there. If I have to go through you I will.  ❜❜  

Jesus Christ was she pissed off. Never before did someone get so worked up because they couldn’t go out and potentially put themselves in danger.

       ———❝ Listen, it’s probably not the brightest idea to get on your bad side considering I’ve got biotech installments out the ass all over my body. ❞ He fiddled with his fingers, eyes wide as he began to find the courage to attach the ‘ but- ’ to his statement. It was coming. No doubt he’d get there, especially with how he’d already dug the grave and bought the coffin.

          he thought he had been very CLEAR in his intentions. he didn’t want to be touched━━    was that so much to ask?  IT WOULD SEEM SO, as he suddenly found himself on the receiving end of a nursing hand. the wound was still bandaged, but sterilized with a couple helpful serums. it still hurt━  like a motherfucker━  but it would heal faster and it was more or less stable.           ❛ i piss off twenty different people everyday. someone’s bound to stab me sooner or later.    a- and didn’t i just tell you not to touch me?  ❜

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mccree bebop // accepting

  “I don’t think so,” Reaper says. “Not after the last time.”

  Reaper all but drags Sombra back by her coat, and he’s made the threat in his voice readily apparent.

  “I’ll let Volskaya slide, but your wavering loyalties are going to end up costing me,” he all but growls, and he levels a shotgun in her direction just for good measure.

pls señior you can have your hat back