#c: vice

[incorrectalchemystars]

Navigator: Why are Vice and Carleen sitting with their backs to each other?

Raphael: They had a fight.

Navigator: Then why are they holding hands?

Raphael: They get sad when they fight.

[incorrectalchemystars]

Navigator: Is something on fire?

Vice, from the kitchen: Yes.

Navigator: Okay.

[asgardianhammer]

(Serial killers) Standing a step behind Thor, former soldier glared daggers at the black haired man lifting a beer bottle to his full lips. "He's watching you," he mumbled, loud enough for his partner to hear, but the tone deceptively light for the dark look on his face.

—– He has trouble finding his focus, the dim lighting in the bar obscuring too much to his liking, the music a fraction too obnoxiously old-skool. Thor tries to blame it on their surroundings, this restless tingle in his fingertips and the tension in his spine, but the simple fact of the matter was he had noticed.

‘ You sure it’s me he’s watching?’ Retort swung back within a second, a defense mechanism kicking into gear for reasons he wouldn’t dare think about analyzing right now. You don’t want him upset, his mind eagerly supplied, a thought that shouldn’t even present itself considering what they were. Considering how he had no clue what they were, exactly.