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Kate grinned, which was probably not the reaction he was hoping for. “Well, don’t I feel special?” she said, giggling softly. She arched a brow, and rolled her eyes a little. “Look, I totally believe you’re a badass. Unless you’re one of those douche-y frat guys that just gets their muscles from steroids and too much time at the gym, but I don’t think so,” she said, taking a step towards him. She wasn’t scared, and maybe she should’ve been, but if he was gonna strike, he’d have done it by now. “All I’m saying, is that rude awakening thing goes both ways. If you don’t believe me, ask the Skrulls. Oh wait, you can’t. Because I put an arrow through their heads when they tried to threaten me.” She deliberately didn’t mention her own abduction, the month she’d been their prisoner. Lobey didn’t need to know all that. “Don’t you have to get paid for it to count as a bounty kill? I mean, I’m no expert, but sure. You can be the deadliest bounty hunter, and I’ll keep my title as best marksman in the world, sound fair?”
She could feel his eyes on her, checking her out, and she wasn’t entirely surprised. “Uh huh,” she drawled. “And yet, you’re the one who can’t keep their eyes to themselves,” she pointed out, smirking. She just sighed, and rolled her eyes once more. “You’re gonna give me an ulcer or something, Lobey. Seriously, you’re like a lightning rod of stress. You should try yoga,” she suggested, grinning wickedly. Okay, maybe she was trying to get under his skin a little – but how else was she supposed to get to know him? “Never was good at watching my mouth. I got written up more than any other girl at my school,” she remembered, a tad fondly. Those dress code policies were way sexist, they’d deserved to be called out. “Oh good, you’ve got a plan,” she said, hauling her bow onto her shoulder. “Lead the way. Two sets of eyes are better than one, right? We’re both here, might as well see what we can find together.”
"You should. Most people who start givin' me lip that quickly don't even get to finish their sentence." Lobo assumed he did not need to explain why that was. His glare grew more pronounced at even a tease that he was any sort of poser. "So that's what Earther guys do to prove they're tough? Pfft. Jerks. I've trained my whole damn life to do what I do, and there ain't nothin' fake about me." Gesturing over his body, he said, "Every inch of this is real. And I do mean every inch." Mentioning the Skrulls was not exactly the best way to make Lobo any less hostile, but if she was telling the truth about killing some of them, that would help a bit. "I sure hope that's true, 'cause those fuckers deserve it. But then I'm hopin' to wipe 'em all out, so if you did waste a few, that's less for me to make suffer." Still, hearing that made him give her just the tiniest amount of credit. Which was something. "To count as a bounty kill, yeah. But that don't mean I don't keep my own personal kill list. Guy's gotta have a hobby, after all." Did it really count as a hobby if it was also what he did for a living? Lobo could have cared less, just as he could have cared less what she called herself. As if the "best anything" on Earth was something to brag about. "Sure. Whatever you wanna be, knock yourself out."
What, was she offended by the fact that he was looking? "Well, I do have another personal list that's almost as lengthy as my kill list," Lobo said, giving her a wink, "Kinda thought you'd be flattered, but hey, you Earthers are always confusin' me." He bristled at the dumbass nickname again, but her implying that he was too stressed was almost worth a bitter laugh. Him, too stressed? Really? Let's see her try living with the destruction of her entire damn civilization on her conscience and see how she coped with it. "Yoga? You fuckin' kiddin' me, babe?" Like he was the type to sit around and try to meditate. "So you were a troublemaker, huh? Nice, but that still ain't gonna win my approval. I gotta see you actually do somethin' besides run your mouth." When she suddenly took up her bow and actually said she was going with him, Lobo held up his hands. "Whoa there honey. That was not an invitation to come along. I don't need no fraggin' sidekick." The thought of her tagging along was ludicrous, yet if they did start getting attacked by demons, he would be interested to see her actually try and fight them. Especially if she could not get the job done. "Let me guess, you wanna try to prove you can beat me at rackin' up kills?" He gave a sarcastic chuckle. "Oh that'll be the day. Ok sweetheart, I'm game. But don't come cryin' to me if you can't hack it."











