Sup.

[lawbrought-blog]

“Are you looking at me like that because I actually did something this time, or is that just your resting bitch face?”

[bxrnbabybxrn]

“Now that you mention it, there’s definitely, like... (One...two...three...) Six different things I can pin on you, McGraw, just off the top of my head. Don’t push your already-shitty luck.”

[truxicanfalconer-a-blog]

“Ooo ouch, mamacita. Ya burn with more than jus’ ya flame.” He shook his gloved hand as if he’d touched something too hot, before retrieving her boot and handing it to her. Well, less handing and more dangling it out of reach every time she went for it. There were definitely some advantages to his height. “I’ll keep that comment ‘bout Roland t’myself, if ya don’t mind. Don’t need t’see ya gettin’ punished by Sergeant Serious-Face… even if it does humble ya a bit.” he finally let her have her shoe, waiting nearby for her to get it on. Having night watch with her was certainly better than with Roland; all he did was sit there and watch. Sure, that was the point, but it was like talking to a brick wall. “Usual spot, yeah. Nice breeze, strong enough t’keep the bugs away. And enough drink t’keep us awake.” He patted the flask on his hip with a sneaky grin, knowing how amusing it was to see any of them drunk.

[bxrnbabybxrn]

“If by punished, you mean him making a joke only his turret gets,” she said, then paused. “Y’know what, you’re right. That’d be pretty bad.”

Lilith swiped her boot from his hand and made to hit him on the arm with it before pulling it on and following him. “Yeah, sure,” she scoffed when he mentioned alcohol, “enough to keep yourself from getting thirsty maybe.” She sighed dramatically, as if the prospect of a watch with Mordecai was such an awful thing - but it was definitely not something she minded. He was good company.

[bxrnbabybxrn]

( gonna be a bit slow on the reply front, sorry guys! )

[truxicanfalconer-a-blog]

He pulled up his nose at her in return before making some lewd Truxican gesture that he was glad she didn’t know the meaning of. “Only shit ya get done is keepin’ those bed sheets warm and hoggin’ all th’hot water. For what I dunno, cuz whatever ya doin’ in there ain’t workin’.” He jabbed a thumb in the direction they were heading, towards the outer walls of New Haven. Watch duty at night meant they had to scale the nearby hill of rock to keep a lookout for bandits, especially those that tried to sneak in the back way. “Dreamin’ ‘bout my sweet ass again?” He smacked his rump as they went, knowing it was probably a bad idea to test her so soon after waking up.

[bxrnbabybxrn]

She was about to answer when she hit her toe against the doorway as she rounded the corner. “You,” she started. Ow. “You,” she continued, “don’t even have an ass to dream about. It’s flatter than Roland’s sense of humor.” She grinned lopsidedly. “And if you keep going, I’ll leave you with a crater. Don’t think I won’t,” she added, wiggling her fingers (in a threatening way, she assured herself. Totally scary.)

[truxicanfalconer-a-blog]

“It’d certainly be better than anythin’ ya been tryin’ nowadays.” He waved a hand in front of his nose with a sneaky grin, ducking around the doorway in case she decided to throw something at him. It wouldn’t be the first time. “Could start wavin’ ya ‘round on a stick t’keep th’bandits away. Lord knows it’s been workin’ on everyone else ‘round here.”

[bxrnbabybxrn]

Good thing he ducked, too; someone’s shoe thumped against the wall where his head had been a moment before.

“Well, yeah, of course that’d work,” she said, following him. “I’m pretty sure out of all of us, I’m the only one the bandits are scared of.” She grinned, smug. Wait. She quickly added, “Because I actually get shit done and kill them. You’re mistaking your guys’ odor for mine.”

She shook a fist playfully at him. “Where’re we goin’ anyway? The usual?”

[bonefeathers]

“Ears, huh?”

Mordecai reaches, then, turning the limp bandit’s head to the side. He gestures with a gloved hand at the bandit’s own lack of ears, then turns to stare pointedly at Lilith. “Wouldya lookit that. Quit feedin’ him so many! S’gonna get fat, and then I’m gonna hafta roll him at targets like a bowlin’ ball.”

[bxrnbabybxrn]

She almost looks guilty. Almost, except the bird in the bow on his shoulder is enough to make her grin. “Come on, look at him, he loves it!” she says, fixing the bandit’s head. “And he looks so cute. Now he’s...uh.” She purses her lips a beat. “...He looks great, so leave it on.”

[truxicanfalconer-a-blog]

“Yeah, uh huh. Ya can stop blowin’ hot air up my ass ‘n actually do somethin’ useful.” He smacked her boot one more time with a smirk before heading to the door and flicking on the overhead light. “And I don’t brush her. … she bathes. In sand. Not my fault she cares ‘bout her looks.” He hummed pleasantly, glancing at her over his shoulder. “Ya could take some pointers from her.”

[bxrnbabybxrn]

The siren scoffed as she stood, popping the collar of her vest. She squinted as the light came on, adjusting, before rolling her eyes. “Yeah, right, I - “

She paused, staring hard at him. “So,” she began, pointing a finger, “you’re saying I should bathe in sand. Thanks for the tip. I think,” she said, acting as if she honestly believed he’d suggested she take a sand bath.

[truxicanfalconer-a-blog]

“Hey, c’mon lazy bones. Getcha ass outta bed. Pierce wants us pullin’ night shift, and I ain’t about t’do it all by myself.” He smacked at the bottom of her boots, growling annoyedly that he had to go through this same routine every time they were paired together for watch. “Either ya get up, or ‘m sendin’ Blood at ya again. And ya almost lost your ear last time.”

[bxrnbabybxrn]

She’d been lounging - quite peacefully, might she add - with her legs kicked up and crossed at the ankles, ready to doze. He caught her just as she was nodding off. Before she could sarcastically ask for ‘five more minutes,’ he threatened the bird. She swung to sit up, stretching her arms.

“Hey, I was waiting on you,” she lied. “Are you sure you’re done brushing your bird? Because that was like, two hours instead of what, four. Five?”

[bonefeathers]

“Redecoratin’.”

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 can’t reach it very well, the bird lifts a foot, grasping awkwardly with his talons.

“That include redecoratin’ my bird?”

[bxrnbabybxrn]

She turns on her heel to hide a stifled laugh and adjusts a bandit’s arm to make it appear to be waving. “I’m pretty sure it was Brick. You’d better go check to see if he still has ears.”

[bxrnbabybxrn]

bonefeathers replied to your post:

You are the ONLY ONE WHO WOULD'N COULD, LILLY.

Hey, hey. I don’t know about you, but I’ve been redecorating this whole time.

[bxrnbabybxrn]

Oye!

Bow on Talon? Wasn’t me. 

[bonefeathers]

ooc: a rly messy wip of a thing im working on that needs a lot of anatomy fixing oops??? uploaded bc im unsure if i’m going to finish it ever but we’ll see ye

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