Rune- that was girlie's name- stuck her hand out, only briefly worrying about what was on them. Mik didn't really care. I mean, ok. He did. Some stuff. But he doubted she had shit on her hands. Anything other than that, well...it was what it was.
Her grip was firm and hands rough. Which didn't bother him. Hands were hands. And of course it came with a quip that made him laugh. Which made a difference. Sure, a doll- a real living breathing hottie- might look fun. Look being the operative word. In his opinion, most of the dainty ones were a snooze fest. There was that chicky- what was her name? Katya? Katie? Kimmy....no. Penny. Yeah, that was it. Hot as fuck. And she knew it. And somehow- for her anyway- that translated into her just laying back and letting him do all the work. So there he was, doing his best and all- you know, all the stuff he knows does the trick everytime- and just...silence. Like seriously, nothing. So at some point- he doesn't even know how much time has passed but he's getting nothing- no reaction or movement or even a shift in breathing- so finally he pops his head up and asks, Do you want a carrot? She looks down at him, slight puzzled smile on her face. Sorry. What? And he just looked at her for a moment before saying, I just figured it would be nice to hear you doing something while I worked. Crunching on a carrot or whatever. Her laugh was tittering and dumb and whatever remaining interest he had disappeared at her response.
So of course he left. Told her he had a bus pass that was about to expire or something. Just got the hell out of there.
Where was he? Oh yeah. Dolls. Boring ass people who bored him to tears with their boring ass life and way they lived.
So yeah, rough hands and goofy banter was a plus. At least tonight wouldn't be boring. He stretched one arm out slightly, turning it. "Yeah. I got like maybe....I don't know. Week or two of food on me. Can't speak to the flavor, though. Probably all gamey and shit.
He shrugged. "But hey, I'm 100% organic. Some real health food here. Make your spleen do...well, do whatever spleens do.
He was about to comment on his smell when her words made him pause. He peered ar her, now interested. Not cuz she was cute. That was already established. No, this was something different. "Violence? You can smell it? The wonder in his voice wasn't faked. Not at all.
"I mean, there's magic and stuff out here. All kinds of weird stuff I hear rumors of. Of course. But this...how do you do it? What does it smell like? I've hurt people- no one that didn't deserve it. Mostly. You know how it is. He shrugged unapologetically. But that's about it. Lady Fortuna with Spectra's face smirked at him, eyebrow raised. He half smiled. "Do I smell? Aside from my normal awesome natural cologne, I mean.
Her grip was firm and hands rough. Which didn't bother him. Hands were hands. And of course it came with a quip that made him laugh. Which made a difference. Sure, a doll- a real living breathing hottie- might look fun. Look being the operative word. In his opinion, most of the dainty ones were a snooze fest. There was that chicky- what was her name? Katya? Katie? Kimmy....no. Penny. Yeah, that was it. Hot as fuck. And she knew it. And somehow- for her anyway- that translated into her just laying back and letting him do all the work. So there he was, doing his best and all- you know, all the stuff he knows does the trick everytime- and just...silence. Like seriously, nothing. So at some point- he doesn't even know how much time has passed but he's getting nothing- no reaction or movement or even a shift in breathing- so finally he pops his head up and asks, Do you want a carrot? She looks down at him, slight puzzled smile on her face. Sorry. What? And he just looked at her for a moment before saying, I just figured it would be nice to hear you doing something while I worked. Crunching on a carrot or whatever. Her laugh was tittering and dumb and whatever remaining interest he had disappeared at her response.
So of course he left. Told her he had a bus pass that was about to expire or something. Just got the hell out of there.
Where was he? Oh yeah. Dolls. Boring ass people who bored him to tears with their boring ass life and way they lived.
So yeah, rough hands and goofy banter was a plus. At least tonight wouldn't be boring. He stretched one arm out slightly, turning it. "Yeah. I got like maybe....I don't know. Week or two of food on me. Can't speak to the flavor, though. Probably all gamey and shit.
He shrugged. "But hey, I'm 100% organic. Some real health food here. Make your spleen do...well, do whatever spleens do.
He was about to comment on his smell when her words made him pause. He peered ar her, now interested. Not cuz she was cute. That was already established. No, this was something different. "Violence? You can smell it? The wonder in his voice wasn't faked. Not at all.
"I mean, there's magic and stuff out here. All kinds of weird stuff I hear rumors of. Of course. But this...how do you do it? What does it smell like? I've hurt people- no one that didn't deserve it. Mostly. You know how it is. He shrugged unapologetically. But that's about it. Lady Fortuna with Spectra's face smirked at him, eyebrow raised. He half smiled. "Do I smell? Aside from my normal awesome natural cologne, I mean.
"Good and ill.
We're like the wind,
we blows both ways."
- Mad Sweeney, American Gods
- Mad Sweeney, American Gods