[coughcough
you guys should follow this asshole
if you're not already
see u in hell sionis]

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[coughcough
you guys should follow this asshole
if you're not already
see u in hell sionis]
[okay so my relationships page is done (for now) .___.]
Send me a ♥ You'll get a peck on the lips and i'll tell you:
Our muse’s ship name.
What happens in Vegas stays in Gotham I can't think of anything better I swear
If I ship the ship
//I shouldn't even try to be ashamed of shipping it, you know it well too! There's so much potential for some rough housing between them, if you know what I mean
If the muse ships the ship.
[Loudly chokes on drink and spits most of it through the exposed teeth on his scarred side]
If I think they would get married
//Not even that Vegas thing should have lasted more than an hour, marriage would NEVER be a thing for them.
And if the muse thinks they would get married
[Continuously coughing the drink with a very disgusted expression]
A low, guttural groan was the first response for that call, probably the most eloquent Harvey could manage while slowly growing courage to open his eyes when the light hit them. At the very lease he hoped whoever was beside him felt just as bad... with the same pain in the back even. Slowly turning to the man beside him, the criminal took a few moments to realize just who it was. He was just so used to the image of the mask that the face itself was far less iconic in his mind.
Whatever crossed his mind once the situation was rightfully noticed was ignored as his next reaction was to simply punch the other man in the face and crawl over him so he wouldn't escape interrogation. While holding the mob boss down with one arm, Dent made a fist and got ready for another punch only to realize the cold metal around his finger. He wouldn't make much of it had he not noticed the similar ring in Roman's hand
”WHAT. THE FUCK. HAPPENED. HERE?!" His voice boomed in the strange room as he sounded as threatening as possible. Which was quite difficult once realizing he was holding the other man down while wearing absolutely nothing. This was just too embarrassing to deal with. The next most logical reaction of course, would be to throw the other man as far away as possible in that position, from the large bed to the cold floor.
Did I hear you growling something about getting blood on your suit as you left earlier?
I'm curious, is it technically a "sleepover" if I'm posting this from a bed?