#~luch3gor3 thread

[thebossdawg]

for sender to tug on the receivers hair | from drilla to clark

Clark growls playfully, lunging up into Drilla's face as he gets yanked forwards. He reciprocates the gesture, throwing his own hand into the other's hair and holding firm. He misses the days when it almost matched his own length, but he keeps that to himself. No matter the style of hair, Drilla's always been hot as fuck. What a catch.

"...Alright. Ya got me. Now what, handsome?"

[thebossdawg]

“ Would you really let me die? ”| akira > drilla

(setting this in modern feud times 💜)

Drilla just laughs loudly in response, getting up from his seat, taking off the last of his wrist tape with his teeth.

"What the fuck do you think, pizza boy? Me and Clarky killed your boys before, what's stopping me from doing the same to you? I wouldn't let anyone else do it though. It should be my job. I wanna feel your blood wellin' up under my fingernails. Feel your throat get crushed under my hand. ...See you bleed from stab wounds from MY fork! HAH. Remember that?? I do. We should do that again, Frankie. Shouldn't we?"

Dan enjoys stalking towards the Italian, going through his villain monolog with a wide, fanged grin on his face. He loves harassing that little ginger freak.