#streetsplicer

[jamesonandhotbrass]

street-splicer started following you

She looked vaguely familiar. Cayne was fairly certain they'd met before at some point, but a name wasn't at all coming to mind. Hmm.

"'Ave we met?"

[agent-psycho]

Wounded in bed: "M-Merit? Jesus Christ, what the hell happened to you? Hang on let me find some bandages."

“'Bout time ya get here. Almost worried I'd be bled dry by the time ya got ta move your ass home.”

He stated, sounding, if anything, a little irritated at being left to wait for too long rather than concerned about his current health situation. A smug grin was stuck on his lips nonetheless,and he shifted to casually sit up on Cass’ bed. Not bothered by the uneven pattern of bloodstains his wounds left on the sheets. Judging by his easy movement and the look on his face, it didn’t appear he felt any pain at all despite several gashes and cuts covering his torso and- was that a bullet wound in his shoulder? Oh dear.

“Hurry up, sweetie. Don’t want Eurocorp ta break in through your door ta retrieve my corpse now, would ya?" Merit announced loud enough for the woman to hear as he watched her scurry around the place in great amusement.

[agent-psycho]

street-splicer replied to your post:

"Is that the ‘yes, let’s do that right now ’ kind of maybe or the ‘no, I’m going to keep stringing you along’ kind?"

"It's the 'I may take my time weighing the pros'n cons of this possibility and will let you know later' kind of maybe."

[agent-psycho]

"I like Aston and his fancy cars, so don't break either of them, ok?"

“Can’t give ya my word for it, but I’ll try resisting the temptation.”

[agent-psycho]

[neck bruising] "Tough fight or a fun night?"

“Why not both? At once.”

[agent-psycho]

"I never knew you played the drums~"

Neither did I.

“There’s a lot of things you don’t know about me, sweetie.”