#wolfehunt

' you want what now ? ' he yells over the crowd who has SLOWLY inched their way towards the pair , glass shattering as his eyes widen and a wide SHIT EATING GRIN adorns handsome features , ' sorry repeat that !? ' though she points down and he looks to see that some glass along side men who have fallen to the wayside blocks her path. ' oh shit , well excuse these ill mannered bastards ' HUMOR rounds wording continuing , ' they're shit heads miss ... ' SOUTHERN accent blossoming as he then goes to push his drink towards bartender , and looks right into her eyes , ' climb on up '

( KENDRA WOLFE ): IT COULD HAVE BEEN A LOT WORSE. as could it have been a lot better. but she's right. hannibal has seen much worse come through the doors of the emergency room ; him, expected to save their lives and stitch them up with his own hands. he's skilled enough to do it - has done it, in fact, many times - but there was always a relief, in more minor surgeries. particularly when there was no question whether the patient would pull through or not. ' yes, it could have. you're lucky you decided to get help when you did, ' doctor lecter intended to check on every patient he's treated, as long as they were recovering in the hospital, deeming them his responsibility until they were well enough to leave. staring down at kendra, he thought she'd bounce back faster than most. there was a fire in her that he could admire. ' you'll have to stay for observation, but i can't imagine you'll be kept here for more than a week, ' he nods once in conclusion. ' how are you feeling? ' @wolfehunt.

light hits finley like a blazing ball of hellfire, setting his senses alight, burning eyes and, seemingly, frying his brain. groaning a bit as he rolls over, fin presses face further into the mattress - maybe if he applied enough pressure, he could suffocate and die. that would alleviate the worst hangover he's ever felt in his life ( including the bender he went on at 18, right after his dad's disappearance ). nausea crawls violently up from his stomach, coating his throat in acid, but finley wills himself not to throw up. kendra's words cause ears to ring, and he makes a noise that could be acknowledgement, a moment before speaking. 'hungover's a fuckin' understatement...' words are muffled by the sheet beneath him, fin squeezing his eyes shut, suddenly very aware of the weight of the ring that now lays on his left hand. married... in vegas. how much more of a cliche could they be? when he musters up the strength to turn his head, finley opens one squinted eye to look at kendra, wondering if he was still dreaming. 'we got married?' situation sinks into his stomach. finley tries not to wrench. 'shit... do you remember any of it?' he sure didn't, not with how groggy his mind was, right now.

'if i get shot, is the bullet mine? like - finders keepers? i get to keep it, right?' @wolfehunt.

KENDRA WOLFE: ✐ her parents took her to church when she was younger. clarice understood the idea, as a concept - people praying to make things better, just so they knew at least one person was listening to them - but in practice, she never really took a liking to it. the afterlife wasn't too far off, but grasping the ideology of it was always out of reach. one place for the good people, one place for the bad. was it really so cut and dry? 'what's worse?' clarice asks, crossing her arms over her chest as she glances up at kendra. 'hell or nothin'?' @wolfehunt.

" -- the world wouldn't be as bright without you, baby. i mean that. or, y'know, the devil'd send you back because he's afraid you'd kick him off his throne and take over. either one, really. "

he's seen bad recruits come through the kingsman, but she isn't one of them. not in skill or fight, anyway. but one thing that harry prided himself and this organization on was their stoic nature. harry believes that manners rose above all else, most of the time even aiding in composure and keeping others from knowing what lay underneath. keeping the country's secrets and, more than that, keeping the country safe, was utmost priority. he's unsure if kendra understands that, yet. 'perhaps instead of combat training, i should teach you better ways of letting out your frustrations, rather than cursing men on the street and making obscene hand gestures,' harry glances down at kendra, face unreadable. 'tell me - were you absent for the etiquette portion of your tutelage?' @wolfehunt.