It's nothing personal.

Priv. Sel. Cuphead OC // Sideblog to casinx

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          He’s able to use guns on tonight’s contract without it seeming too suspicious.

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inthediehouse:

He sighed but at least was happy Kaine was okay. He was more fussy that he couldn’t do anything and froze up like a deer in the headlights. He was short too, which could be at a disadvantage…

“I suppose that’s true, but fuck… You know I worry about you when you get hurt, even when you leave on business. I’m a worry wart, its natural for me.”

He finally got him to the die house, unlocking it and taking him to sit on the couch.

“Just don’t get any blood on the cushions… I won’t be able to get it out or probably even touch it.”

          Kaine has to duck slightly to walk into the die house, the door being a bit too short for him. “Learn to cut it out. Worrying isn’t going to help anyone. You’ll just stress yourself out.” he responds, before taking a seat.

          “Right, yeah.” he hums, being careful not to accidentally rip the cushions open with his claws. “If I do, I’ll clean it.”

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inthediehouse:

Prince at least listens but keeps a hold on the other to make sure he doesn’t topple as he tries to get him back to his die house, weary of the wound on his boyfriend.

“That or not, you didn’t have to do what you did… I can take a few stabs. I would be fine, but now you’re hurt!”

Nor could he touch it… He would have to give Kaine his first aid kit and let him do the work as he sighed.

“Goddamnit, just goddamnit, honeysuckle…”

          “I’m fine, Prince.” he grunts indignantly, crossing his arms. “Sure, you can take a few stabs. In my line of work, I have to be able to take more than that. So just forget about it. I’ll be better by morning.”

          He presses a hand to the top of Prince’s head, as if he were ruffling hair that wasn’t there. “I’m a plant. Plants heal faster than non-plants.”

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@inthediehouse || here!!

          “Don’t touch it,” he warns when Prince comes close to brushing against his wound. He could handle the pain, but he knew his blood would still be toxic to the smaller toon. “Bullshit. If he took out a gun, he wouldn’t have even had a fucking chance to fire it.”

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“What do you think you’re doing?!” (Prince)

My muse has been injured trying to protect yours. Send “What do you think you’re doing?!” for them to explain why.

@inthediehouse

          Kaine growls and wipes away the blood dripping down his chin. It doesn’t take him long to stand and remove the knife from his abdomen. The knife is tossed to the floor and he covers his wound easily by shifting a few of his vines. 

          “No one’s allowed to kill you except me, Princey.”

[rpmemesyo]

My muse has been injured trying to protect yours. Send “What do you think you’re doing?!” for them to explain why.

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A3

@maskedprophet

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I decided to color it xp

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A3

@inthediehouse

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F1

@inthediehouse

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C3?

;; I already got C3 for Kaine. I also received A3 and F1, if you want to try sending another in for him.

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claireinette:

She closes her eyes and took a deep breath. Straightening her posture, she then lifted her chin so she could project her voice clearly.

I’m never gonna dance again Guilty feet have got no rhythm

          He watches from backstage as he continues strumming. He thinks through the lyrics and the notes in his head as Claire sings. Occasionally he looks out over the audience and notes with surprise as they seem to like the song despite it not being what they came for.

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claireinette:

She was so frustrated, though she got out there regardless. Even though her instruments were backstage, maybe a vocal performance would be more entertaining for a audience of this size.

She took the microphone.

          Kaine nods and stands again when she moves to the stage. With that, he begins the song again, playing loud enough for the audience to hear. He shrinks down to his flower form and uses his vines to continue playing his instrument as he peers out from behind the curtain at her and the audience.

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claireinette:

She’s awfully nervous to be doing this. She was proficient in many different instruments, but had no professional vocal training. She only sang when requested at private events.

“Are you sure about this? I’m not a singer.”

          He continues to play, lowering the shamisen’s volume as she speaks, expecting her to sing. He sighs through his nose but doesn’t stop strumming. “I’m not a musician, yet I’m still playing.” he responds evenly. “Go.”

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@claireinette || continued from here!!

          The kalmia kneels down and readies his instrument. “Sing, and I will show you that this is not over.” he demands. His voice is sharp, but his face does not reflect any change in emotion. He then starts playing a soft tune reminiscent of a song he’d heard her singing once before, the twanging ting of the shamisen giving an odd, yet beautiful, feel to the music. 

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inthediehouse:

He pulls his finger back, knowing full well that Kaine had a tendency to bite with his sharp gnashers as he stroked his pistil softly between his forefinger and thumb. He hummed under his breath, enjoying seeing the other react so greatly. It was almost a present to him, getting a reaction out of the other as fingers gently nudge against his stamens.

          Kaine trembles and twitches, trying to keep quiet. Prince tended to get cocky from satisfaction, but it seemed not even the kalmia could withstand certain touches. He’s soon panting and trying to buck against the die head’s fingers.

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inthediehouse:

Prince just pushes his finger to his mouth, tsking as he feels for his pistil.

“Don’t bite the hand that feeds you, Kaine-y~”

          He huffs momentarily, before choking when the finger is pressed into his mouth. He can feel his eyes watering from the stimulation all over his body, and he continues to glare at Prince. Before long, though, Kaine’s pistil did slide out and he growled, feeling weak.