The Laughter and the Cry.

Marcus Lysander McKinnon || 20 || Breathing “If you're reading this, congratulations. You're alive. If that's not something to smile about, then I don't know what is.”

[mirth-and-morose]

Little punk hid my razor..

[stag-of-war]

… [James stares at him before rolling his eyes and letting himself bring out a huge grin.]

I suppose I could have articulated that a bit better. Either way. The thing on your face could quite possibly be a dead kneazle, whereas my hair has almost always been irresistibly artfully styled.

[mirth-and-morose]

I've been told that I look like a sexy ball of fluff, thank you very much. Just because I can rock the stubble and you can't doesn't mean you can slam the beard.

..Though it is rather itchy.

[mirth-and-morose]

Roman. Roman, bad kitty.

[canislupus-solitarios-deactivat]

Honey, you wish you could handle my bite.

[mirth-and-morose]

..Why, is that a challenge, Sir Lupin?

[mirth-and-morose]

Little punk hid my razor..

[stag-of-war]

…You little….

[mirth-and-morose]

Me, big. Cavemen, are we now?

[blackened-crown]

Look what I found!

[blackened-crown]

It might have!

I don’t know, the closets! I can’t tell them apart, they all look the same.

[mirth-and-morose]

Your fuckin' excuses..

Look, mate; If those are from the closets of my flat, then they're my sister's. Which you and I both need to kiss our arse-skins goodbye and begin tombstone shopping. Lee doesn't like people touchin' her shit.

[mirth-and-morose]

Little punk hid my razor..

[stag-of-war]

I didn’t realize you paid so much attention to my hair.

[mirth-and-morose]

Good. Means the trackers are doin' their jobs well.

[mirth-and-morose]

Little punk hid my razor..

I look like a pubescent James. 

[blackened-crown]

Look what I found!

[blackened-crown]

I wasn’t even aiming for you, relax. 

I just found them in one of the closets! Isn’t that cool?

Wait! I have an idea. Stay there, let me find an apple..

[mirth-and-morose]

Oh, so the arrow had a mind of it's own, did it--

Wait, which closets? My closets? If those are Lee's, we're both done for. Where the hell did you find those?

[mirth-and-morose]

Roman. Roman, bad kitty.

[canislupus-solitarios-deactivat]

Oh, I can do action too, hot stuff.

[mirth-and-morose]

From what I can see, gorgeous, you're all bark and no bite. Why not put your money where your mouth is for once, eh?

[blackened-crown]

Look what I found!

[blackened-crown]

I was never going to hit you. Promise.

[mirth-and-morose]

You can thank my reflexes for that, else I'd be speared through like a rabbit during the hunt.

Where the fuck did you get a bow and arrows?

[blackened-crown]

Look what I found!

[blackened-crown]

I could probably be the next Robin Hood, here, let me show you-

[mirth-and-morose]

Woah! *ducks the arrow aimed for his forehead, eyes wide* Watch where you fuckin' aim that thing, kid!

[mirth-and-morose]

Roman. Roman, bad kitty.

[canislupus-solitarios-deactivat]

I love knowing I have that power over you. After all, you do look oh so beautiful with that tint to your cheeks, doll face.

[mirth-and-morose]

Your flattery isn't going to get you places, my Prince. I love based on actions, not words.

But you can totally keep complimenting me. I mean, I'm not complaining or anything.

[blackened-crown]

Look what I found!

[blackened-crown]

What, why?

You don’t think I can do it?

[mirth-and-morose]

Because you can't? Mate, you'll put someone's eye out, be careful!

[blackened-crown]

Look what I found!

Was I any good? There’s only one way to find out..

[mirth-and-morose]

Woah, woah, woah, hey!

P-Put that down! 

[algrenion]

[mirth-and-morose]

Roman. Roman, bad kitty.

[canislupus-solitarios-deactivat]

Roses are a bit out of my price range. Will daisies do, gorgeous?

[mirth-and-morose]

Oh, you spoil me, you do! God, you're going to make me blush, my love.~

[mirth-and-morose]

Roman. Roman, bad kitty.

[canislupus-solitarios-deactivat]

How can you not see that all I could ever want is you, my sweet prince?

[mirth-and-morose]

You'll have to prove yourself worthy of my forgiveness and affection, Romeo. Sweep me off my feet with a dozen roses falling in slow-motion and then maybe we can talk.

[mirth-and-morose]

Roman. Roman, bad kitty.

[canislupus-solitarios-deactivat]

Oh, love, I’d never want to hurt you. Let me take care of you, I’ll make you all better.

[mirth-and-morose]

You lie, lover boy. All you do is set me up to knock me down. Oh, my aching heart.