|[ I didn’t expect this at all- Haha! Nice Idea ]|
((Now I want to know what was churning in YOUR head. Not gonna lie my mind went to NSFW first lolol))
|[ My first Idea was Atem freaking out at Bandit doing a really messy kill and they’re both covered in blood and standing somewhere where they can easily get caught. - Second was nsfw - yep. Guess you can imagine how that would have looked like. ]|
Alright, as much as I want to stay and do replies - I gotta go. I’ll be back later in the evening.
Bandit had been leaning against the counter of the bar, one hand holding a newspaper, the other a glass of whiskey. As he heard the others voice beside him, he finished reading the last sentence - then rose his head to look at the other. An unfamiliar face, to the Killers surprise. It could be anything. A trap or just a harmless talk. Whatever it was, Bandit didn’t really care as long as it meant a bit of action.
"Sure. What is it you wanna talk about?"
"For you that’s same ol’ - I see shit like that in the cinema where they make a big deal out of it." He laughed roughly and rose his shot to his lips. " Talking of which, didn’t you say something about a movie career once?
"Your friend?" Bandit asked casually, leaning back against the counter of the bar.
|[ Oh really? Wow thanks! Everything works for me - really ]|
He blinked at the kiss, then a lazy wolf smirk was placed upon his features again. “Why hello there, haven’t seen you in a while. Life’s going fine for me but you were missed. No call, no letters, nothing.” He pushed a glass of whiskey over to her and filled a glass for her. “But good to see you’re alright.”
[OOC: huideuih <3 Fuck you, you adorable little fuck. I love your face. :|
|[ You gonna love that present ~ Until then - birthday smut. ]|
And that was any less work than copying symbols?? You’re a little weirdo, really but that’s what I like about you. <3 Sweetie, you’ve already written amazing things before we met - I
stalk watch your blog every day but thanks a thousand times, really. You’re the cherry on this ice cream pile of love I just got. You know? Covered in whipped cream an- Anyway!
Instead of marriage we should have a hot, filthy RP- Romance like outlaws. That’s much more fun trust me and the D I’m calling my muse - Is always eager to tease another King-of-something. Meaning, thanks for the love and the amazing rp’s.
I love you too man.