Jul 18, 2017
that's what i fuckin' thought. : \
“did you need somethin’?”
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that's what i fuckin' thought. : \
“did you need somethin’?”
whore : /
Yes, well.
To him maybe.
: / got somethin' t'say? h u h?????
besides the small narrow of his eyes, nothing was said to the espada.
He tugs - pulls her closer with his hold, until she stands directly in front of him. Lips draw back, teeth on display as he stares her down. Disobedience of any sort is not to be tolerated yet it happens. As if something in her yearns to deny him until his claws sink in. He pulls her head back, his free hand lifted to rest heavy at the base of her neck. "Always tryin' t'piss me off." His eye narrows despite the grin across his features. His hand tightens slightly. "Why?"
It’s an odd feeling - to have her throat exposed to someone like him. He’s much larger than her, his shadow drapes over her easily, and Xenia finds herself staring at his teeth, raising her eyes only slightly to look back towards his eyes. When his hand closes around her throat, she doesn’t move, as uncomfortable as the position may be.
“I’m not trying to do anything, Nnoitra,” she speaks softly, with them being as close as they are, she doesn’t think he has much problem hearing her. Still, even as she answers him, Xenia makes no move to remove herself from his grasp.
That would probably be overstepping the line - too far.
yeah, that's the fuckin' plan. / and he reaches for her, long fingers curling into her hair.
Should’ve expected it. Her hair is taken a hold of, twisted in his grip easily. As soon as pulls her back to him, her hair is yanked out of its knotted bun, a few locks brushing over her shoulders. Since he has such a tight hold onto it, she doesn’t make any move to break away, catching his eyes out of the corner of her own.
well stop walkin' bitch. i'm dealin' with y'right now.
And so, she stops completely, turning her body slightly in his direction, tilting her chin up to glance at his features, “...you can come, Nnoitra.”
uh. where the fuck y'think yer goin'?
She stops, turns her head, glances back at him through thick strands of dark hair, “...Outside.”
/ smacks her ass again.
Still nothing.
Since he doesn’t feel the need to speak, she heads in the opposite direction of him, further down the hallway.