skeleton war.
csvikki·:
In only a few short ten minutes Vikki had been dropped off in front of their meeting spot - a gasp tearing from her lips as she spotted Namsun from the window with Teddy posing for the camera. It was then she received the text message of him threatening to use one of Teddy’s toes so indecently. Swinging open the door she would storm inside the once quiet cafe - doing what is called the ‘Vikki Affect’ where wherever she goes is usually thrown into some amount of chaos. Marching directly up to Namsun she would place her hands flat against the table and scrunch her face up at him in mild disgust. “You gross ass, Of course you’d use his toes. Fuckin’ freak!” she said this with a straight face….for the most part at least, because afterwards a chuckle escaped her.
Sliding into the opposite side of the both she would hold a hand out to Teddy as her other hand fished out the latest issue of JUMP from its plastic bag. Placing it on the table she’d narrow her eyes at her companion. “I’ll be checking for bite marks later.” Sliding the magazine - cover up - towards Namsun as her other hand opened in closed in a grabby motion towards her beloved Skeleton.
In typical Victoria nature she’d be unaware of any of the chaos she had caused by making such a scene upon her arrival - the gaze of onlookers completely nonexistent to her. She would instead peer into the coffee cups before Namsun.
“Are one of these mine or are you double fisting coffee again?”
the sudden whip of cold air accompanied by the brash slam of door colliding against tiles and concrete wall startles namsun, jumping at the impact that causes him to turn his head to the general direction of the entrance, not at all surprised by the reveal of culprit’s identity. of course it’d be vikki, who else could it have been?
dark hues follow her approaching figure, a grin that glints of nothing but mischief resides on his expression. “it’s the easiest thing i could snap off him without causing any other damage.” he shrugs as if his explanation makes his entire ruse any better. it doesn’t. the life-size skeleton made no efforts to rattle less, or at least quieter, when handed off to vikki, unashamed of all his boney glory to be passed across the table despite glancing eyes from those around them.
the exchange was smooth, namsun pulling the magazine closer towards him, fingers ready to fiddle and break through plastic, teeth on standby just in case he’ll have to resort to biting it all off. “not enough flesh for my liking.” he scrunches his nose in distaste "bones aren’t actually great for...boning despite its name.”
”double fisting just doesn’t do it for me anymore.” his expression sullen, a sigh leaves his lips. both cups were empty, but the lid and its solid colors makes it appear otherwise. “have at it.”
















