05-14-2019, 06:23 AM
[align=center][div style="width:500px;font-size:9.2pt; text-align:justify"]Funny how quickly the kid realized fucking around wouldn't go in his favor. He wasn't an idiot, but he was small, and Bones had seen plenty of broad-brained boys weave around until they tripped over their own threading. Usually helped to have someone around who could nail a few heads into brick walls, but that required trusting loyalty. Didn't look like the kid came from the streets, anyway; suit was too clean before the rain, too put-together. Didn't mean he was helpless- just working with different ropes, and Bones' had a tendency to loop into nooses if people weren't careful. A barbed tongue wouldn't do much when choked out of a mouth, a temptation Bones had to fight each day he was here, compliant only because Tyd had asked so nicely.
Same reason Bones hadn't set his gauntlet into Cat's abdomen the moment he saw them.
He folded his arms, tapping fingers along the grip of his gauntlet, eyes unblinking as lashes snared raindrops. Wasn't hard enough to strip the paint from his face, given how heavily he'd caked that on. There were worse sensations than water anyway, but their obvious preoccupation with it had part of his upper lip curling for a brief moment. People had the right idea, trying to blow this place to hell. Foundations were rotted, all of it feasted on by termites; it'd collapse one way or another, sooner or later. Might get to see it.
"Kid's all dressed up and you're asking that?" His tongue snapped against his teeth. "Ultimatums could use some work there- too much choice." But that wasn't the kind of ship Cat wanted to run. Theirs had stowaways in the cargo and rats in the barrels multiplying. Maybe that was their choice to make. Maybe it wasn't. Bones was beyond caring, and dropped his hands to his sides, fingers clenching around the handle of his gauntlet before he turned and left the trio, wondering if he could get someone for Tyd to play a game of cat and mouse with. That was always entertaining.
Same reason Bones hadn't set his gauntlet into Cat's abdomen the moment he saw them.
He folded his arms, tapping fingers along the grip of his gauntlet, eyes unblinking as lashes snared raindrops. Wasn't hard enough to strip the paint from his face, given how heavily he'd caked that on. There were worse sensations than water anyway, but their obvious preoccupation with it had part of his upper lip curling for a brief moment. People had the right idea, trying to blow this place to hell. Foundations were rotted, all of it feasted on by termites; it'd collapse one way or another, sooner or later. Might get to see it.
"Kid's all dressed up and you're asking that?" His tongue snapped against his teeth. "Ultimatums could use some work there- too much choice." But that wasn't the kind of ship Cat wanted to run. Theirs had stowaways in the cargo and rats in the barrels multiplying. Maybe that was their choice to make. Maybe it wasn't. Bones was beyond caring, and dropped his hands to his sides, fingers clenching around the handle of his gauntlet before he turned and left the trio, wondering if he could get someone for Tyd to play a game of cat and mouse with. That was always entertaining.
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[div style="max-width:;font-size:18pt; font-family:impact; letter-spacing:1.1px; color:black; padding:10px"]A GUN FOR A MOUTH
[div style="max-width:;font-size:18pt; font-family:impact; letter-spacing:1.1px; color:black; padding:10px"]A GUN FOR A MOUTH