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paleandblue replied to your post:anons??? can??? fuck?? off??? i??? hate??? anon???...

I’LL FITE THESE ANONS. I’LL FITE THEM WITH DOORS.

Let’s do that seriously. They would deserve nothing better than being locked out with a bear, or something that will murder them for sure.

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[wtf woman x lol ]

Blackwatch-----  Always causing trouble.  Growing more disgusting every time he’s come across them, it seems.  The virus had found them attacking the woman and initially might have left her to her own demise figuring she had brought it upon herself, but when he saw what they were starting to do, he was too disgusted not to take action.

Even he had some morals -- as few as they were.

When all was said and done, the amount of bullets that had torn through him leaving his flesh torn and slowly regenerating, he was content to lay there to recover a bit before he could address the injured woman.  She would survive... And if she didn’t, she was just another life lost in the madness of a war humanity had no clue was continuing to unfold in Manhattan.  Naive as they were, it was probably best they stayed that way until things were under better control.

With his eyes closed, and his hands behind his head interlacing fingers to cushion his noggin like a pillow, he didn’t seem concerned for his safety focusing instead of his internal structure knitting itself back together with only a slight shift as one leg crossed the other lazily.  However when he heard her move to hover over him, one piercing eye started to peek open just in time to realize she was coming closer.

Immediate tension.

The virus grew rigid beneath her feeling her lips touch his with his eyes growing wide, looking horrified and confused by the action she just took with him.  What the fuck is wrong with this woman?

The first chance to move away, he does, pressing his fingertips to his lips before shaking his head, “Do you know who I am?” he questions, rising from where he lay to collect from medical supplies.  Well, now he’s just uncomfortable.. A shimmer of tendrils echoes along his jacket and against his shoulder, pushing his hood back to expose his messy black hair, “You’re pretty ballsy to kiss random men in the Red Zone, lady.”