so if yer that beefy does tha mean ...
I know exactly where your mind is going, and I’m going to ask you to cease.
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so if yer that beefy does tha mean ...
I know exactly where your mind is going, and I’m going to ask you to cease.

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spritedrawled
" yo boss, next time watch out - i might not be...
reno !! would !! be !! hurt !! if !! he !! truly !! felt !! pain !! but !! still !! ouchies !!
-makes kissy noises at-
pulls her into bed with him & falls asleep pretty fast, the smell of smoke and liquor flowed through the heavy air; a tint of blood to go with it.
it's hard to catch a turk off guard, that is if you're a civilian. but he's not and he knows exactly how to sneak up on the silverette, knows how to pin her wrists and move his head in case hers comes back in an attempt to knock against his nose. reno knows her better than anyone on the force. so when he pulls her down onto the bed, rem nearly bucks her way out of his hold with sheer force --- there's that scent of spiced rum and the heavy cloud of smoke that clings to his flesh.
"--- renton."
she huffs lightly, a soft chuckle leaving her mouth in a hushed breath. rem has no choice but to laugh, because rem can't be mad at him. she shifts in his hold, inhaling slowly as though she figures she could get drunk just off of his scent. cold fingertips slide up the side of his heated neck, dipping through the coagulating blood; lips part as a finger enters and her tongue licks the digit clean of the dead man's nectar. a shoulder lifts in a slight shrug; she prefers it when it's nice and fresh -- hot against her mouth. he's going to get the bed dirty. her body moves to fit more comfortably against his own, a leg sliding between his, a hand in his hair. it reminds her of when she first joined, how she'd stumble to his apartment and crash in his bed.
" --- ain't done this inna while... ya okay..?"
she muses softly, nails picking at his hair to free it of tangles. her nose nudges against his own, lips hovering above the redheads. there's a brief flash of worry she lets him see in those dark eyes of hers. it's like pulling teeth with him and they'll probably fight but for the moment she'll let it go and just hold him close, pet him until he falls asleep. it surprises her how heavy her own lids feel, how her head goes to lay against his own, her hand curling at the nape of his neck.
[ txt. ] yanno if u wanna watch u can jus cum ova ere cus i aint fuckin movin
GENESIS. — ahhh… thumb and forefinger to the bridge of one’s nose.
( text ) : lovely though i’m sure that would be…
the ceiling is so dull. sprawled elegantly across three seats by himself, genesis stares up at that mistake and it only alternates with the flimsy screen of his phone. it’s off-white and plain as plain could be - if plain ever wished to scare off potential suitors, it would go for this kind of panelling; that much is certain. the walls are just as bloody bad; the windows, the view — one’s nails, filed straight and tidy, are a tick less drab.well, they’re not drab at all, but.goddess.
( text ) : ask sephiroth to ask me to come over. otherwise i shan’t move.
incentive and its many uses…
" man, just lookin at yer face is a downer. "
random encounter. || @spritedrawled
cloud’s brows FURROW discreetly, expression straining not to betray his inevitable frustration. gloved fingers tap against his hip, and bright blue eyes wander; make attempt to situate themselves most anywhere but on the turk’s … well, anything. it’s like reno is trying TO MAKE this difficult … ( ‘ this ’ being the blatantly reluctant truce of sorts between himself & AVALANCHE, and what remains of shinra. ) but, he supposes, that’s nothing new. with a soft, breathy exhale through his nostrils, cloud HALTS the motion against his hip.
“ —— then why don’t you leave ? ” he implies, more-so than suggests. with momentary hesitation, cloud turns to face the other. steadily, he lifts both arms & folds them across his chest. with feigned indifference, his gaze drifts from reno. “ no one’s askin’ you to stay. ” not that HE HAS any more deliveries to get to today, but cloud had been hoping for some time to himself; not quality time with the president’s lap dog.

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" shit boss, ya got blood on yer suit. " his eyes are on the road ahead, only having taken a second to glance at the other; his hands are in his pocket, and the sun is setting; that in itself is quite the sight. " ya gon' need ta change soon or ye ain't gon' be able ta'get ta' bloodtsains out, yo. "
• quick stop dry cleaners | @spritedrawled
“What?” He’s distracted by the altercation that went down. The intention was to strike fear in the heart of the perpetrator, not bash his head to a bloody pulp. But what could you really do when they pull a gun out and have every plan to squeeze the trigger without a second thought? He was lucky to instate Reno on this little trip, the Turk was always seconds ahead and the gun was brandished out of the other’s hand once Reno laid the smack-down on him with his EMR.
He glanced down at his suit, once white and pristine—he favored wearing light colors when meeting others. All other shades in his closet were usually worn out of leisure. There was a flick of blood on the surface of his lapel. He huffed.
“Your aim was too far to the left this time. The splatter could have missed me.” Aka—good job on the kill. I don’t know what I’d do without you. Rufus Language™
[ txt. ] send noods
To: RenoFrom: GenesisMessage:Why send a nude by phone when you can come see a nude in person?