“oh mister executions getting huffy?” he smirked before letting go finally. “Relax Draaaaven, I’m just here to drag you for drinks.”
THE NOXIAN growls at the other, serrated teeth subtly PRESSING on each other in his protest that he honestly was trying to mask. But of course, to his unfortunate self, Draven was a EXPRESSIVE man.
❝ A little gun powder? Do y’think that is good for a face Coming from you, m a y b e you do. ❞
The executioner growled, wiping his face EXCESSIVELY upon hands released from her grip. He wouldn’t care if he touched his chest but this is his F A C E
GREEN hues D A Z E down at the thin, pale, but still T O U G Hhand from the cray b l u e n e t t e.. Facials DISTORT into one of confusion, head tilting back.
❝ – I get it you wanna feel my pecks but I don’t think this is the way to go about it. ❞