08-21-2013, 03:57 PM
Rune nommed on the final bit of the snack bar, crinkled up the wrappings and chucked it off to the dim light. The place stank of wet and rat poo, one last bit of trash wasn't going to send it over the edge into craptasticsville, it was already capital of that little country. She licked her fingers with a loud, lip-smacking sound then cringed horridly. She was immediately glad that it was pretty dark in here. Too dark for Cuddles to see her facial expression when whatever she licked off tasted very obviously NOT like protein bar. Gross.
She was still a little puckered with disgust when she answered. "You know what your reputation means to me?" About zilch. Zip. Zero." She made a nice little o-shape with her index finger and thumb just for emphasis. "And I could give a squeaky lil' rats ass-fart about what other hunters do with their time." She rustled around and got up, patting her palms off on the side of her pants. Yeah they stuck to her thighs. Yeah she was cold. Yeah she was glad she was wearing a vest over her shirt cause that built in tank top just wasn't 'covering' 'things' up the way she'd prefer when alone in the dark with Cuddles.
She walked threateningly straight toward the little prick (the monster, not Hood - although that was a very thin difference), put a hand on her hip and waited for his answer. Not that she needed his permission.
"I bet I know what makes your pants grow tighter there Cuddles. Off'in dirtbags. Know what gets me outta bed in the morning? Off'in monsters. So lets axe this muffer and split."
She was still a little puckered with disgust when she answered. "You know what your reputation means to me?" About zilch. Zip. Zero." She made a nice little o-shape with her index finger and thumb just for emphasis. "And I could give a squeaky lil' rats ass-fart about what other hunters do with their time." She rustled around and got up, patting her palms off on the side of her pants. Yeah they stuck to her thighs. Yeah she was cold. Yeah she was glad she was wearing a vest over her shirt cause that built in tank top just wasn't 'covering' 'things' up the way she'd prefer when alone in the dark with Cuddles.
She walked threateningly straight toward the little prick (the monster, not Hood - although that was a very thin difference), put a hand on her hip and waited for his answer. Not that she needed his permission.
"I bet I know what makes your pants grow tighter there Cuddles. Off'in dirtbags. Know what gets me outta bed in the morning? Off'in monsters. So lets axe this muffer and split."