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          "But of course they are! Then they're yours. Yours to do what you want! Break someone and you control them like and adorable little puppet!" The engine of his Lust Cannon hummed as he held it, a giggle rising in his throat and bubbling through his lips.           "You want me to stop something you're fond of? Well, that doesn't make any sense, darling!" His laughter gets louder as he lets out a little spurt of flame. The eye that was visible narrowed and a sly grin silently crept across his face. 

          "Do you not want to play with me? Are you trying to run away? You can't, those doors won't open until I'm satisfied. So you better get to work, you cheeky little brat! Daddy's waiting!" Pointing the cannon upward, Dylan releases a long stream of flame, shouting with excitement as he did so. When he was done, he returned his attention to the new play thing, brushing up against one of his poles and stroking the length of his weapon.

He looked over when he was called, giving the woman a once-over (not Hyperion. Good.) before putting the friendly smile on.

Avery was gay?  Well, that was comforting to know.  However, Morrie’s last comment was...unexpected to say the least.  August blushed, scratching the side of his face.  While he had sex with dudes in the past, he was still very much in denial about enjoying it.  

    The assassin had been leaning against the closest wall minding his own business as his keen ears listened to the chatter of the town. The Holy Spirits was always a good bar, different from the blaring music of Moxxi’s but still just as busy with the Overlook’s citizens and Zafords. He appreciated the quiet setting, listening in on conversations that passed between the people. His body would lean further into the wood to turn his head enough to look at the owner, double checking that the Zaford hadn’t caught onto his act. He planned on slipping in the back room once more to retrieve the piles of money the clan had collected. A request most familiar from Tector by the Hodunks, but instead it was someone a little closer to the traditional clan.

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          Tired... that’s what he felt... oh, and pain too! It takes some jostling from Morrie’s end to finally get him to wake up, but once he does, he lets out a long groan of pain. His head was pounding. Just his head too. The rest of him feels numb and reality felt like a dream. It was a concussion, he recognized the feeling thanks to his dead father.

          “Keep your voice down...” He sounds hoarse. Is throat is dry and he is feeling quite thirsty. They must’ve been here a while, or Dylan had been kicking and screaming... He vaguely remembers what happened before finally conking out, but not by much. An attack and then he woke up here. Who had attacked him, he didn’t know. Couldn’t be the Spider Queen behind him though, seeing as he was tied to her.

          It doesn’t quite hit Dylan yet, but his mask and eye patch were both gone, just like Morrie’s bandanna. In fact, most of his things (which weren’t a lot) were missing. Now he was just some fluffy haired psycho in a thong. They didn’t even leave him his boots! Fucking assholes!

"O-oh!" He felt himself blush at that. He was always shy around new people, and not used to compliments. "Th-thank you? Um, who are you, miss...?"

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“Um, me? Y-yeah, I guess...”