🍑👅💦💦💦 Ricki makes a point to squeeze extra hard, mis colored eyes glinting with a snarky confidence.
There’s maybe a split second before Mori pivots and slams her fist full force into Ricki’s gut. She’d have aimed for his nose if she were tall enough.
“You dick!”
Curling forward in pain he sputters, hissing at her with annoyance. “Ye-yea I was just checki-ing. To make sure you’re the real Mori.” Standing straight he runs a palm through his slicked back hair. “You’ve still got that flat fucking ass.”
He’s beaming at her, and ruffles her hair affectionately. “It’s been a long fucking time. I married that demon fuck Cipher. He keeps me busy. Keeps my ass busy. HA.” Winking sloppily with his metal implant he takes a seat on the bench behind, eyeing her up and down with a smirk. “You been working out?”
“A bit,” she scoffs, and shakes her head incredulously. She has to admire his nerve.
“So. You got married. Someone was really desperate enough to take you?” It’s meant as a friendly barb, as evidenced by her grin. “I was wondering where you went. Honestly I thought you might be dead.” Instead of sitting beside him, she opts for taking a seat on the ground in front of the bench, reclining on the grass. Doesn’t hurt that the handle of her favorite knife is showing from the top of her boot.
Chuckling he takes out a thick cigar, and lights it; his face clouding with smoke a second later. Spewing it away with his palm he grins. “Bet you’d like that hm? If I wound up dead? You could dance all over my little grave.” Shaking his head with a smirk he takes another drag. “Bill is good for me. I still get to fuck whores. He goes on his murder spree. And then we make sweet love while yapping on about how we abhor one another. Truly, a delectable marriage.”
Eyes move down to rest on her figure. She seems...happier? Or maybe that was just his wistful hope talking. Nonetheless she’s sprawled out on the grass, a look of contentment that he had never seen before plastered to those cheeks.
“Mm. You got away from him? For good this time?” He muses, leaning forward and blowing the gray clouds directly at her.














