seven nation army // the white stripes
and iâm talkinâ to myself at night because i canât forget back and forth through my mind behind a cigarette
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@bonefeathers
seven nation army // the white stripes
and iâm talkinâ to myself at night because i canât forget back and forth through my mind behind a cigarette
ooc
i almost always respond to asks so like if you dont get a reply to s/t chances are i am not getting what youâre sending ):
AndâŠI heard you got a new one.
I will fill you so fulla bullet holes, pendejo, no one will ever, ever be able to recognize you when they stumble over whatâs left.
âRedecoratinâ.â
He lifts his goggles, just enough to squint at her. Talon is perched on his shoulder, hunched over and plucking irritably at the ends of the ribbon. When he finds he canât reach it very well, the bird lifts a foot, grasping awkwardly with his talons.
âThat include redecoratinâ my bird?â
She turns on her heel to hide a stifled laugh and adjusts a banditâs arm to make it appear to be waving. âIâm pretty sure it was Brick. Youâd better go check to see if he still has ears.â
âEars, huh?â
Mordecai reaches, then, turning the limp banditâs head to the side. He gestures with a gloved hand at the banditâs own lack of ears, then turns to stare pointedly at Lilith. âWouldya lookit that. Quit feedinâ him so many! Sâgonna get fat, and then Iâm gonna hafta roll him at targets like a bowlinâ ball.â
bonefeathers replied to your post:
You are the ONLY ONE WHO WOULD'N COULD, LILLY.
Hey, hey. I donât know about you, but Iâve been redecorating this whole time.
âRedecoratinâ.â
He lifts his goggles, just enough to squint at her. Talon is perched on his shoulder, hunched over and plucking irritably at the ends of the ribbon. When he finds he canât reach it very well, the bird lifts a foot, grasping awkwardly with his talons.
âThat include redecoratinâ my bird?â
Oye!
Bow on Talon? Wasnât me.Â
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(whispers) hi follow the bae
ooc: a rly messy wip of a thing im working on that needs a lot of anatomy fixing oops??? uploaded bc im unsure if iâm going to finish it ever but weâll see ye
sorry not sorry
Clint Eastwood//Gorillaz
[4:50:33 PM] sexual tyrammosaurus: i had to spend a semester writing haikus
[4:50:50 PM] mordecrai: write me a haiku about axtons nipples
cl4p-tastic started following you
[GROANS.]
beauxmort started following you
âNo.â
â Didja miss me, bird boy? I missed you.â
âMissed you âbout as much as I miss beinâ covered in skag barf, pendejo. Now skitter off back to hell where you belong, while you still have both legs.â
[2:45:29 AM] bonefeathers: just call me overlord birdfucker
Silence isnât exactly what heâd had in mind.Â
âUnless Iâm speaking to a corpse,â he begins, clicking his tongue, âspeak up.â
Mordecaiâs disposition shifts quickly, from easygoing to something bordering on irritation. Â Offended, he draws the bottle back, placing it alongside two more-- unopened-- beside his boots.
Itâs then he pauses, backtracking to suddenly stare hard up at the manâs face. Things are slow to click into place, but once they do, he reaches out to nudge against the manâs hand with the neck and cap of an unopened bottle.
âDisculpa. I didnât... uh, notice.â
beauxmort started following you
âNo.â
bonefeathers started following you
âYouâre pretty far out of the way, stranger.â Â A voice called out.
 Falling boots echoed as the woman dropped to her feet. Her tone friendly enough to let him know she was not some bandit, but held a wary note. Hunters and Hyperion, unwelcome guests alikeâ but at least the former had no intention of capturing her like a beast.
âHmm. Judging by your outfitâŠyouâre not a Hyperion toady.â She mused, walking around him curiously. âLost, perhaps?â
Bloodwing is alerted to the strangerâs presence far before Mordecai is.
He shifts restlessly from his place perched haphazardly across the hunterâs shoulders, digging talons into cloth and leathers.
âBah--â Mordecai swats at the bird with the cloth in his hand, murmuring somewhat irritably as Bloodwing nudges close with his beak, insistent. Heâs quick to resume cleaning his sniper rifle, but still, the odd kneading and nudging persists. Finally, he turns-- just as an unfamiliar voice cuts through the quiet. Squinting through his goggles at the approaching figure, he tucks the cloth into his pocket, laying the rifle across his lap.
âOye, chica. Lost? No. I donât get...â He trails off, glancing once over one shoulder, then over the opposite-- but comes face-to-feathers with Bloodwingâs chest instead. Bloodwing only trills in response. â... Lost.â
Where's the closest place a man can get a drink? You seem like a man who knows.
He pauses, tentatively lowering the bottle of rakk ale. Slowly, he glances between the bottle, peering inside, then up at the man, squinting.
Somewhat sluggish, he wordlessly offers up a second bottle.