“Want me to kiss it better, you big baby?” [Anima Squad]
the injured and the healers.
how quickly draven's snickering ceased when finally struck by an incoming shot, forcing him into cover, groaning in pain. as if even the aliens grew tired of his (justified) gloating and took it in stride to try and shut him up.
nothing too bad. far from lethal, still unpleasant. yet, the true blow was to his ego. of all things, he was outmaneuveured by some of these stupid squids? and almost suspiciously so, qiyana was in the vicinity to witness all of it. never would she lose an occasion to pour salt on his wounds.
low sigh slipping between sharp fangs, he nearly growled at her. if not for the nasty sensation pricking his arm, he'd have settles this right there and now. even mid mission.
" quit yappin'! these schmucks sting, alright! just a lucky shot... "
draven huffs, refuses to look so ridiculous. though, he does hear qiyana's proposition. even if it's on the behalf of mocking him. head tilts to the side, escaping any eye contact, while the rest of his body leans into her.
he'll take the kiss. he'll swallow his pride.
cheeks heat up as delicate lips land over his shoulder. he still won't look, she might be sporting a stupid grin and she doesn't need further satisfaction.
she doesn't need to know how his heart skips a beat nor the way his ears flutters.
" ya tell anyone and i won't just bark... "