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@electrok1ll says : [PIN] sender pins receiver to the floor , ending a heated sparring session. hear me out reverse + leon 'accidentally' kissing hei..

ONLY NARROWLY does leon TAKE HIM DOWN to the ground — effectively putting an END to their SPIRITED sparring match . a RUSH of adrenaline born in the HEATED EMBERS of victory rushes through his veins as hei’s BLURRED SILHOUETTE comes back into focus beneath him .

it’s UNFORTUNATE , then , that the first thing his eyes should LAND on , is a remarkably RED pair of lips sucking the air GREEDILY for oxygen . it’s UNDERSTANDABLE , given the RIGOROUS NATURE of their frequent sparring sessions . leon HIMSELF is panting with RECKLESS ABANDON ; breaths EXPLODING from as DEEP within his chest as he can pull them . his forearm is BALANCED next to hei’s head , just BARELY holding himself up at a height wide enough to AVOID touching .

what he DOESN’T avoid is the TANTALIZING WARMTH of his companion’s breath hitting him in the face like the smell of something DANGEROUSLY APPETIZING . neither , does he expect to feel his mind go almost ENTIRELY BLANK after that . for a BRIEF but TOO-LONG moment , leon DOESN’T KNOW what direction is north , south , up or down . and in that moment , his mouth comes CRASHING DOWN to meet hei’s own .

it’s a SHORT KISS — but one that is FAR from CHASTE OR SIMPLE . and his lips , while remaining closed , MOLD themselves to the other’s with a GREEDY type of hunger . it’s full and BURSTING AT THE SEEMS with perhaps TOO MANY years of pent up PASSION . it’s a song that sings its chorus ALL AT ONCE ; a CANDY swallowed WHOLE instead of SAVORED .

and so , when something RESEMBLING sense returns to his mind , he QUICKLY tears himself away . perhaps , if he had HANDS rather than SHARP CRYSTALIZED CLAWS he might’ve had the audacity to SLAP THEM over his mouth in equal parts HORROR AND GUILT . instead , he PUSHES HIMSELF away and DEVOLVES into a SLURRY of apologies .

❛ hei , i’m SO sorry . SHIT …. that wasn’t — i didn’t mean …. ❜ PANIC grips his chest , sending his heart into his throat and CHOKING HIM with its SWELLING mass . it hits him all at once that it’s DONE , and they can’t simply GO BACK after this moment : there IS no recovery from this type of thing , at the end of the day . and if there is , leon doesn’t have NEARLY ENOUGH wherewithal to think of it HIMSELF in that VERY MOMENT .

❛ are you OKAY ? i didn’t HURT YOU , right !? shit , i'm so … ❜

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“The raccoon is not our pet. Put it down.”

“But… it’s a widdle baby!”

Bottom lip is pouting, eyes doing their best impression of a puppy dog’s. Harry holds out the poor critter out towards him. “Just look at it! It’s probably separated from its mom but, like, I could be its new mom… and you could be its dad! Just think about it!”

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inbox ‡ @electrok1ll † "i wasn’t expecting company."

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“that’s the point,” the raven-haired woman responded dryly mere moments before she placed a cigarette in her mouth; to clarify herself, she ambiguously gestured to their surroundings: murky, obscure, untouched by anything bright or holy. “i’m not exactly people’s usually idea of ‘pleasant company’.”

it was difficult to make out his silhoutte in the total absence of light, let alone even pretend to recognise her unexpected company, and helena supposed that she herself wasn’t any easier to read. when she lit up her smoke, however, the minuscule ember faintly unveiled the shape of the mask covering her face but not her bored expression; pointed ends angled sharply, as if modelled after devilish horns.

“bit of a shame we both happened to have the same affinity for brooding alone in sketchy corners,” she continued, glancing his way once more, an undertone of INTRIGUE sparked behind the facade of nonchalance. “as much as i hate small talk, running from it – frankly – comes across as awfully silly.”

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It was apparent from watching Hei in action that he had been turned into a skilled operator. Whatever life he was made to endure before so as to become such a person, that was something to ponder on. Given his manner, it was too soon for Rex to ask him directly.

Unto the matter of their remaining seven foes. After estimating who might have been the sturdiest of their lot, Rex dashed over. Catching this particular aggressor by the ankle and lifting them up to swing at two of their fellows, while their sub-machine gun sprayed into the ceiling, dust and cracked plaster becoming part of the indoor weather report. The remaining four moved closer together to consolidate their remaining strength.

The gun was crushed in Rex's grip. Tossed like a metal skipping stone to the last four to give some indication as to their fate, for not having surrendered.

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"this isn't what it looks like." a long pause, looking down at himself. there is blood smeared across his shirt and he frowns. "okay . . . it's a little what it looks like. but no one was killed ! just a little hurt." he'd shown a few thugs not to mess with just any stranger on the street simply because they looked like an easy target.