❝ g r o s s ! i don’t want to touch your dirty man BOOBS ! ❞
her voice trilled; cracked, rising octaves relative to her growing offense. she kept her palm where it was still, feeling the faint reverberation of his palpitations below it. for whatever reason, she was FASCINATED by it. she tiltted her head back, hair flopping down over her thin features, and captured his stare. one leg crossed in front of the other to bring her a breath closer to draven.
❝ how do i make this thing go faster? ❞
THICK brows force down a bit. The insult to his body and the no apathy the other bore despite being so unbearably close to him. It bothered him. Why? NO ONE should be so close to him. Why ? He was too perfect to be INFRINGED ON. However, despite finding no PLEASURE in this, he wasn’t gonna back up or back down to some CRAZY chic.
❝ Make what go faster? I ain’t no machine here, gunny. ❞
THE smirk on the EXECUTIONER’S teeth only grow wider. Lids falling down mid way of his eyes, giving off this smug look. In a dramatic motion DRAVEN turned his head away, lifting his chin up a bit. SAME smile on his teeth.
❝ Ah Blue ! Yer flattering me with the truth. How sweet of yuh. ❞
HE subtly goaded him for more compliments. Those were always NICE.
❝ Yer always ‘ parched ‘ if yuh haven’t realized, Blue. Even when yer flat on your ass drunk. ❞
THOUGH DRAVEN was usually the one on his ass drunk– Yasuo had a helluva tolerance …
“Oh come on. You know I’m just teasing you.” Yasuo gave his usual smile.”Don’t pout Draven, drinks are on me. I’m sure all the ladies will swoon once the see the glorious executioner walk into the same bar as them.”
SERRATED teeth show upon the other with the change of words. Draven gaining a sudden ( and obvious ) change of heart. The compliments flooding into him with a rejuvenated smirk.
❝ Oi, I don’t needa’ be reminded of that. It’ somethin’ expected now. ❞
❝ 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
Yasuo smiled wide at Draven’s words, but winced at the smack. It was good to see his old friend as he passed through. He wasn’t sure how welcome he’d be now, yet Draven eased his mind.
“I suppose both our breaths are lacking any good smell. As for my looks well…it’s best left unspoken of. I will be fine, but thank you.” he smirked again at the flute comment, “Speaking of, have you been practicing? You’ll have to show me.”
—THE wide grin of serrated teeth was strong, just as strong as the laugh that bellowed from his stomach. Of course, Draven was holding that happy and go lucky aura. That was part of his image ! Inconsiderate of personal space of others as always, the larger male threw his arm over the ronin, pulling him over by his neck playfully into his chest.
❝ Damn Blueeee ! Yer bein’ so calm, come on ! Get rowdy. Already trynna bust m’vibes and I ain’t even drunk yet ! Oh yeah the flute. have it’s also been a while since I used it. Ahahah. Not much know I use that. But hey, it’s a great thing. ❞
IT was a sneer that graced Draven’s teeth at the casual demeanor of his brother upon his release. The Executioner was still giggling a bit, rubbing his sides, though did not seem as happy as he sounded. The younger brother over powered by their older sibling . Not fair. He turned his head away, one of his obvious T A N T R U M S .
❝ Don’t good morning me like nothing happen, tch. That was embarrassing. ❞
A sigh leaves the EXECUTIONER’S lips, eyes rolling to the sides of his lids. Head tosses back a bit, a loud and obnoxious sigh leaves him. Depicting all his boredom. But his dear Sona was p e r s i s t a n t in the not very fun way. Heavy hands come up, hitting the table lightly.
❝ I don’t wanna read this damn book. Lets go do something.. Actually fun. ❞
IT seemed PRINCE Jarhead– Err Jarven has c o m e to NOXUS to settle some face on face business. This hasn’t been done in a while and it sure was a sight for the EXCECUTIONER. Of course, such a prissy and fragile leader needed some guards. One of them Xin Zhao. How S W E E T ! A flashy grin shot on his teeth revealing serrated teeth.
