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@deceivous
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bcbop.
“who knows.” fingers dip into the sticky paste once more ( he has the decency to keep the nose-scrunching to a minimum this time around ). surprisingly, he starts out fairly benign—almost skillfully—when it comes to its application; moving from cheeks to jaw bones and from forehead to temples. “this guy’s got too many ‘old friends’ for his own good. he’s probably just hanging out at some bar, reminiscing ‘bout stories from some 20 years ago.” movements become more vigorous here; the other’s face a playground for his increasingly agitated digits. “and if we’re LUCKY, he’ll remember that we’re almost out of food and stock up on his way back.”
she’s surprised, really ; for someone who apparently hates these sorts of products, his technique to applying it is flawless. almost like a soothing massage ! and her eyes close as she finds herself enjoying this moment with spike. maybe she won’t eat his last eggroll after all. ❛ so he didn’t tell you either, huh.. must be something shady if he didn’t invite us along, right ? ❜ her mind starts to wander, but only for a second ; when the sudden rough touch interrupts her, she hopes that it is only a mistake on the others part. until it happens again. causing her to instinctively turn her head away. ❛ ow ! - what are you doing - don’t take it out on my face ! ❜ an eye opens to take a peak at the other who is obviously bothered. ❛ if you’re that worried, why don’t you just call him ? ❜
thblackdog.
‘ yeah, sure, ’ he argues, his reply uncharacteristically vitriolic. it’s not the first time she’s recklessly fiddled with gambling, and he’s almost certain it won’t be the last. no longer does he stand idle: jet gets up, rising from the lax pose into stand, arms crossed, imposing.
‘ our lives? at this pace, we’re just gonna wind up dead. ‘
a sigh leaves her lips, she gives. moving over to lean against the rail ; fingers pull a stray cigarette from her pockets before it is placed between her lips. she can’t help wonder if there is more to the mafia thing than jet is letting on ; being sure that they’ve faced more dangerous things than this. ❛ fine. have it your way - but we oughta do something today. aren’t you tired of just sitting there ? ❜ though, for now, the subject is dropped.
snores.
when he agreed for them to share a bed, he had not taken into consideration the aspects that would come adjacent with sleeping in the same premises. the adenoidal uproar faye’s been so earnestly producing has him pondering life. although the light is dim, his eyes are glued to the ceiling fan that appears to be completing its two hundred thirty seventh loop. distraught, he tries to shake awake, his arm constantly jabbing her flank. ‘ hey, faye... hey! ’ the gesture garners no response. after an hour passes, fatigue finally starts to tug at his eyelids. jet almost falls into a light slumber when all of a sudden he can feel a a cold weight clawing at his pectoral. when he opens his eyes in order to ascertain the source of the discomfort, he almost rolls into a somersault.
in that moment, faye’s head that so comfortably rested against his chest appeared akin to a gorgon attempting to devour him alive. in his drowsy haze, he’d forgotten about their agreement. jet veers backward, removing himself from the bed with projected ease. still bothered by the incessant cacophony her nose emitted, an exasperated breath ushers out of him.
belatedly, he decides that the couch is a much better alternative. by the time he reaches it, the sleepless stupor has him careless. seeing spike sleeping there, he refuses to head for the armchair, as he normally would. all he does is scoot spike over just a tad, almost delicately, and settle himself by his side. jet closes his eyes again, rejoicing in this insignificant moment of peace. seconds later, whatever remains of hope ( of having a good night’s sleep ) he’s had until then are shattered to pieces.
spike’s snores outdo faye’s.
deceivous & bcbop
(…) instead of scratching at a bare plastic surface which resists my nails, I am sitting in the heart of it, pouring it out, untidily, all right, but it comes, and the ordering and shaping of it will come.
Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath (via weltenwellen)
bcbop & thblackdog.
‘ i could’ve sworn i heard you screaming at the top of your lungs, ’ he disregards spike’s question with reckless abandon, offering his input on the matter only after crashing onto the couch with a loud thud. without doubt, the reptile was going to give them even more trouble. jet exhales, somewhat embittered by their lack of concern. ‘ huh? that thing’s almost twice ein’s size. there’s no way it’ll fit, ’ he mumbles, choosing to keep the rest of his doubts within the privacy of his own mind. he props his chin against his palm, eyes scanning the container that once again begins scuttling frantically. ‘ we’re not keepin’ this one. ’
“… if you had something like that, couldn’t you have used it earlier?” he would not question the how’s and why’s—at least not right now; instead tries to appreciate the fact that she’d yet to take him out with that mixture ( … as far as he’s aware ). “well—i s’pose we could leash it ‘til our next stop. if that’s settled, i’ll let it back out … you ready? 3 - 2 - 1—” fist hits the compartment door-switch with just a bit too much force; the response follows in an instant: a hollow CLANK, two yellow eyes meeting his own, and two rows of pointy teeth becoming acquainted with his shin. “OW!” furiously shaking his leg does not seem to help his cause; the creature answers with a twitching tail and a tightening jaw. “WHAT’RE YOU WAITING FOR, FAYE?! GET THAT ASSHOLE!”
she gulps as he starts to count down, readying herself in front of the door, aimming the bottle at the spot of the vicious noise. she isn’t too happy about being involved in this situation of theirs after she had just said to count her out --- yet --- here she is, once again face to face with the reptile for the sake of knowing it won't go scuttling inside her room at night. she’ll get spike after this - or maybe he’s already been got - it all happens in a matter of seconds as the door slides open. the lunge, the attack, the shaking of his leg, it throws her off a moment and she’s careful as to not be hit by the both of them now. ❛ STOP MOVIN' YOUR LEG AROUND SO MUCH ! ❜ she positions herself again, on the side of them this time and sprays the liquid. it takes a second or two, it’s jaws now loosening around the other’s shin, and it falls with a thump ! ❛ ha -got it ! ❜ she exclaims happily before turning to jet. ❛ hurry up and tie that sucker up ! ❜ her expression soon changes to concern as she turns her attention back on spike ; ❛ -oh- hey...you're bleeding a lot.. ❜
thblackdog.
‘ maybe if you stopped gambling all our money we wouldn’t be in this situation. ’ visibly disconcerted, in order not to fiddle even more than he’s already allowed himself to, he reclines in his chair, arms crossed and frown ever present. ‘ and you think getting involved with th’ mafia will make things any easier? ’
she clicks her tongue ; ❛ i was doing just fine, what happened was totally out of my control. ❜ a tragic day she actually prefers not to reflect on. she shakes her head and shrugs. ❛ i’m just sayin’, at this point, what have we really got to lose ? ❜
bcbop.
he’s not one to call her out on flippancy ( in fact, his first thought is that if her skin is flawless thanks to the reeking mixture, his own face is pristine even without it ) … but that changes nothing about his lack of enthusiasm for the procedure. nevertheless, she has a point. until jet’s return from planetside they’d be stuck on the bebop with too much time and too little to do. “—whatever, give it here.” his hand extends. “least i can do is put it on you.”
her interest is piqued at the offer, tilts her head over to stare at the other for a second — he looks serious at least. though, truth be told, she is the slightest bit hesitant to accept. ❛ okay — be gentle. ❜ but does so anyways. she’s up again, takes the product from her side and drops it into his hands - then, turns towards him, and leans forward, her arms rest between her thighs to give support to her hunched over position. ❛ so, do you know where he's gone to this time ? ❜
bcbop & thblackdog.
‘ then what’s it doin’ on the ship!? ’ as much as he wishes to simply ignore faye’s almost ludicrous wailing, he scoots over to her side, trying to alleviate her with a subtle pat on the back. after growing accustomed to the chaos, it’s only then that the epiphany dawns upon him. it was spike’s fault. after the reptile finally takes off, it haphazardly starts crawling about the floor. after a few moments, it finds shelter underneath a compartment that was SUPPOSED to be closed. noncommittally, his shoulders droop low immediately after he sighs. ‘ the poor creature’s even more startled than faye. how are we gonna get it out of there? ’
“… …” what indeed? unlike what his esteemed partners seem to believe, he’s but an innocent bystander in this mayhem. leisure steps carry him to the compartment door—at last, he closes it with a forceful kick. ( problem solved. for now ). “’what,’ you ask … didn’t we stopover on one of these during our last stay planet-side … ? bet we weren’t the only ones getting grilled by the midday sun. this ship’s nice ‘n cool in comparison … …” he’s ignoring the rampaging noises that are coming from inside the chamber with impressive resolve, by the way. “… don’t you think it plain wandered in?”
❛ who says i’m startled ? of course i’d want to distance myself from that thing ; it's most likely poisonous ! ❜ considering it's been on the ship since their last stop, she has no doubt it craves a meal; that's why it's shown itself, in search for it's prey, and she's not going to be one of them ! her feet finally touch ground again, regains her composure while eyes fixate on the compartment with an obvious frown. she definitely notices the rampaging noises. ❛ don't you two have a cage for ein... ? ❜ fingers reach into her jackets pocket, pulling out a small bottle shaped like perfume. ❛ one spritz of this will knock it out long enough to lock it in there. ❜
brings a deck of cards and (gently) slams it on the table. ' let's play poker. half of my belongings are still yours. i'd like them back. no cheating this time. '
clink ! she lights the cigarette held between red-stained lips, her eyes drifts from the deck of cards to meet his, exhales the smoke. ❛ ..oh ? ❜ so spike did end up ratting her out she’d been quite curious about that. ❛ fine. you can try, ❜ she starts; sitting up from her slouched position to pick up the cards, fingers effortlessly shuffling them. ❛ but what will i get ? ❜
bcbop.
thblackdog· ✦ jet.
as he enters the room in order to find the source of the commotion ( that could be heard from rooms away ), he’s stopped in his tracks by faye’s frantic call for help. prepared to speak, the words remain lodged in his throat until he finally lays eyes upon the creature running amok. ‘ what the – what the hell is that thing!? ’
he takes a step back; narrowly avoids a tail-induced whiplash. that his arm had begun to tired was far from a lie—but perhaps it would’ve been better to trap the critter inside the bathroom upon release. “that? it’s a komodo dragon,” he states matter of factly—almost blasé—in spite of his precedent transgression, “they usually live on volcanic islands, no?”
❛ you know if you let ed see it, she’s going to want to keep it then we’ll really have a problem ! ❜ only spike would bring such a thing in without being cautious ! she gasps, a hand going up to point at the feral lizard that is now launching itself recklessly through the bebop. ❛ it’s getting away, look ! ❜
bcbop.
“… … ha ha.” he drops it right at her feet; registers with some satisfaction that the prolonged period of captivity has made the animal more erratic than ever. go get her. good boy.
❛ h m? hey ! ❜ she immediately takes 5 steps back, stands on top of the couch to avoid the feral being about to chomp at her feet. ❛ what did ya go and do that for, huh!? we don’t know what that thing has, idiot ! ❜
bcbop.
he’s not100% sure whether that’s meant for him or the reptile.
❛ well whatever you plan to do with it, count me out ! ❜
thblackdog.
‘ do i look like i’m talking smack? it’s out of the question,’ spoken more as an imperative than a suggestion. for a moment, he throws a disconcerted glance in her direction before his eyes return to the screen. ‘ we’’ll pass up on this one. the risks too high. ’
❛ we can’t just keep waiting for it to be low risk you know ! this is the second time; what happens if the next bounty is just as risky ? we're already low on money. ❜ she throws back a questioning look and a tone to match.
bcbop.
maybe not; but that doesn’t mean he’d benefit either. finger dips into the gooey liquid, then looms towards her nose. “’s your sense of smell as smashed as your bank account? i’d have to take another THREE showers after putting that on my face.”
❛ the pros simply outweigh the cons ! have you ever seen a face more flawless than mine ? since when are you so afraid of a little scent anyways. ❜ she takes back the container before he can waste anymore product, screwing the cap back on. how boring ! ❛ it’s not like we have anything better to do right now. ❜ she mutters to herself; falling back on the couch with a sigh leaving her lips.