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@thebikerscleaver-blog
mahebp:
No. I am not calling you that from now on.
Mmh. And you thought that insulting me and implying you wanted to fight would be a good way to go about this? What is it this time.
“ i figured that would be the only way to get your attention but... really, i could have done anything. “
The biker shoved a hand in his pocket, grasping his keys.
“ ... so i have this dude, ‘kay? he’s not an alive dude. quite dead, actually. he sorta... stuck to my bike. “
thrashbandic00t:
Do you like hurting other people?
mahebp:
Girl brains.
Oh, joy, what have I done to aggravate his royal majesty, king of the couch surfers, this time around.
“ hey. i like the sound of that. ‘royal majesty’. you should call me that from now on. “
“ --anyways, the whole ‘bone to pick’ was a ruse so i could talk to you. i actually need a huge favor. and no, it’s... it’s not crashing at your place this time. “
mahebp:
thebikerscleaver
… What is hentai.
mahebp
“ i got a bone to pick with you, girl brains. “
GEORGIE
“i think you have the wrong number.”
“Can it be my friend?”
“uh. no. the spider doesn’t want any friends. run along, kiddo.”
“uh. hey. don’t go in that room. there’s a huge spider in it.”
‘ do you not like h e a r i n g me moan your name ? ‘
“don’t get me wrong, i’m not opposed to it, no one is really supposed to... know my name. that's all.”
[ he opens the door a crack, peering through at the other before narrowing his eyes beneath his mask. ]
And what if I say no.
“i’ll get sloppy drunk on your doorstep by myself and sing super loudly. all night.”
Biker leaned in closer to the door, poking a finger between the opening.
“let me iiiiiin.”
What the heck‘s a yordle? Did you just ask that. Seriously, who the heck are you.
[ she watches that cigarette hit the ground in front of her, and she stares at it for a few moments, before looking back at the other. when he speaks, saying he isn’t interested in her money, she grins. ]
Wait. So, you mean I get a free ride to space? Nice!
[ aaaand there she goes, just. hopping onto the back of his motorcycle. nice. she’s ready to GO. ]
“NO it does not mean you get a free ride to space-- what do you think you are you doing?”
His feet shuffled along to her movements to his bike, just casually hopping up on it without permission. The biker took his hands from his pockets, worry struck his gut at the potential scratching of his precious baby.
“i have no way to get you to space, if i did, i would be there right now trust me. just, just, just-- any... other place? like a corner store?”
When this is the way you have chosen to greet me, I cannot help but respond in the most appropriate manner.
“ACTUALLY-- the appropriate manner is to open the door and let a dude inside. and be quick about it.”
“Since ya asked nicely now, it’s my machines, basically. I created them years ago, since I was into a hell of a lot of boxing back then but… it just wasn’t enough. So I created these babies, granted they didn’t look as sick as they do now.”
“tah-- really? you built those? impressive work, lady. so now you just pound people in with giant iron gauntlet things? i gotta see these puppies in motion.”
Whaddya mean it’s not logical. It’s totally logical. They’ve put yordles in space. I think.
[ she huffs loudly, moving her hands from her hips to cross her arms, her grin turning to an annoyed expression. she isn’t a clown kid, biker. shut up. ]
C’mon! Pleaaaaase.
“what the hell is a yordle-- i don’t even care.”
Eugh. Now she was doing that thing that children do. That... pouty, arm-crossing ‘not getting my way’ thing. The Biker flicked his cigarette, shoving his gloved hands in his pockets. Actually, he kinda digged the kid’s outfit and color choice. Too bad she was super annoying.
“no, stop. skrrt. that’s enough. move along, kid. i’m suddenly not interested in your money.”
