#warrpig

“Twenty homemade big macs. The third bag is fries. Cooked in Gas Town, don’t worry. I know how you feel about anything I cook on the Farm.”

It had meant some dirt-eating for His Royal Nipples, but well...that’s what you do sometimes when you want to get someone a thoughtful gift. Put yourself out a little.

“There’s shakes for later. They’re just staying cool down in the waterworks for now.”

Kalashnikov takes a step into the room.

Two hours in the hot sun ain’t what it used to be. Even five years ago, Kalashnikov was able to make the drive pretty easily. Now, despite his best efforts at staying limber, his legs feel kinked up, and he just feels...well, tired all over. Some piriformis stretches go a logn way with the un-kinking, but hell if he’s gonna be able to drive the Peacemaker all the way back to the Farm while watching for Buzzards and shit when his eyelids are fluttering.

He’s  just going to catch a quick nap up here in the war room. He doesn’t tend to sleep long at a clip, so it won’t be a problem. Everything can be kept on schedule...he’s not really due back until tomorrow morning, anyway, all things considered...just wanted to beat the sunset back. Hm.

He’s having one of those deep, thick dreams where you know you’re dreaming, but it feels just too good to fully wake up. Where you just want to go down deeper and deeper into the layers. Where images crash past in some kind of sense that you know you’ll lose the plot of if you do open your eyes.

And a nice, steady stroke up his inner thigh, which still feels a bit cranky from the drive out, really. Thick, broad fingers. Sure and warm. An equally sure palm.

If he wakes up, it won’t be Moore touching him. He’ll be alone in the war room, or his bed, or wherever, either with his hand mashed up under him or his dick at full salute like he was twenty again and waking up in stained sheets for no god damn reason but a stiff breeze.

He knows all this without thinking it, in that total-knowing way of half-dreams, so he just lies there, lets that palm caress him.

repulsive || hideous || ugly || not attractive || unappealing || not unattractive || meh || no preference || ok || mildly attractive || nice looking || cute || adorable || attractive || pleasant on the eyes || good looking || hot || sexy || beautiful || gorgeous || hot damn || would tap that || perfect || godlike || holy fuck there are no words

Personality:

grating || irritating || frustrating || boring || confusing at best || awkward || unreasonable || psychotic || disturbing || interesting || engaging || affectionate || aggressive || ambitious || anxious || artistic || bad tempered || bossy || charismatic || appealing || unappealing || creative || courageous || dependable || unreliable || unpredictable || predictable || devious || dim || extroverted || introverted ||  egotistical || gregarious || fabulous || impulsive || intelligent || sympathetic || talkative || up beat || peaceful || calming || badass || flexible

How likely they would have sex with them:

not if they were the last person on earth and the world was ending || fuck no! || never || no way || not likely || not sure || indifferent || I’m asexual || maybe || probably || it depends || fairly likely || likely || yeah sure || yes || would tap that || hell yes || fuck yes! || wishing that could happen right now || as many times as possible || we are already having sex

Level of Friendship:

never in a million years || worst of enemies || enemies || rivals || indifferent || neutral || acquaintance || friendly toward each other || casual friends || friends ||good friends || best friends || fuck buddies || bosom buddies || practically the same person || would die for them || true friends || my only friend ||

First impression of them:

I hate them so much || I don’t like them || I don’t trust them || they annoy me || they’re weird || I’m indifferent || meh || they seem alright || they’re growing on me || truce || I think I like them || I like them || I’m not sure if I trust them || I trust them || they’re cool || they’re genuine || I think we’re going to get along || I really like them || I think I’m in love || oh fuck they’re hot || I love them

Current impression of them:

I hate them so much || I don’t like them || I don’t trust them || they annoy me || they’re weird || I’m indifferent || meh || they seem alright || they’re growing on me || truce || I think I like them || I like them || I’m not sure if I trust them || I trust them || they’re cool || they’re genuine || I think we’re going to get along || I really like them || I think I’m in love || oh fuck they’re hot || I love them

How good of a kisser:

Your character has had a rough day and lays their head on my character’s shoulder/lap. Send me a 'sigh' and I'll reply with my character's reaction.

@warrpig

Today she had been chosen, pulled into the Immortan’s rooms against her will. Her mouth was kept pressed in a thin line, irritation written ll over her slight form, though she did try to hide it. The softer she tried to be towards him, the less harsh attention he would pay her.