♡…

 &.          curious pls 

*                jumps up and down… either angsty or happy :]

 @SHCHEN0K      ✑       ❝     Ignoring will get you killed   […]    I’m sure you know that.  It’s why you sniff things out,  end it right away before the rot can spread.   Don’t you think?━━  It doesn’t matter anyways,  I guess.  Things have been quiet,  calm.  Feels like a storm is coming.  What do you think?     ❜❜ 
            
                      ⧼       0⃨1⃨.⃨      ⇽   ESTELLE TRIES AGAIN,  SHE’S HEARD HOUND TALK MORE THAN THIS.  SO WHAT EXACTLY IS HOLDING HIM BACK?  HE’S SMART,   YES.   BUT QUICK TO ANGER WHEN TRIGGERED.  WHAT EXACTLY IS ESTELLE SEARCHING FOR?  WHAT DOES SHE WAN’T TO EVOKE?   LET IT GO ESTELLE.  SHE DISMISSES HOUND WITH THE WAVE HER HAND,  THE QUESTIONS ABOUT BELL ONLY SOUR HER MOOD.

@I938-O23rd ╮    `oh  shush.   i  can  long  for  information  i  can  never  have,   can  i  not?    (   then,  a  pause,   crimson  hair  falling  into  vision  as  hound’s  head  lulls  to  one  side.   for  all  the  studying  the  other  is  doing,   he  seems  completely  unreadable  the  MOMENT  `bell`  is  brought  into  the  conversation.   quite  the  gossip  indeed.   perhaps  the  operative  is  more  knowledgeable  compared  to  estelle  then  he  once  assumed  he  was   )   
            
            `bell,   hm?   yes…   i  seem  to  have  noticed  the  same  as  you.   we  might  have  a  collective  paranoia  about  such  things.   best  to  simply  IGNORE  it,   yes?`

@SHCHEN0K      ✑       ❝      It’s what I’m meant to do,  Hound    […]    Isn’t it what we all do?  Ask questions but never get answers unless we fight for it?   That’s how this world works.  Bit hypocritical of you.  But,  I do have gossip for you    […]    Bell.   Isn’t something off?   I can’t put my finger on it.  But— oh well,  it doesn’t matter does it?  As long as the operation goes smoothly.    ❜❜ 
            
                      ⧼       0⃨1⃨.⃨      ⇽   ESTELLE HUFFS OUT A LAUGH.  IT STRAINED,   NO DOUBT.  SHOULDERS END UP SLUMPING BACK INTO PLACE.   SHE OPTS TO SIT DOWN INSTEAD,  RESTING HER FRAME AGAINST THE DESK IN FRONT OF HER.  FOR A MOMENT,  ESTELLE STUDIES HOUND.  AWAITING HIS ANSWER. 

@ofperseus ╮  (   a  bad  taste  on  his  tongue,   hound  only  makes  it  halfway  through  the  damn  thing  before  he’s  flicking  it  to  the  ground.   it’s  the  idea  of  smoking  that  calms  him   rather  then  the  act  of  it   )    it’s  none  of  your  concern,   really.    but  you’re  THOUGHTFUL  for  asking.   (   thoughts  closed  faster  then  they  were  opened   )   

you  seem  stressed,  hound.    (    another  drag,   taking  in  the  calming  effect  it  gave  in  return—   ironic,  quite  contrary  to  hound.     )    did  something  happen?

@ofperseus ╮    (   rubbing  at  his  temples,   taking  a  deep  inhale  before  taking  the  cigarette  between  his  index  and  middle    )    СПАСИБО.     (   curt  before  he  lets  smoke  billow  into  the  space  made  between  them.   hound  still   doesn’t  smoke,  evident  by  the  small  COUGH  he  keeps  confined  to  his  chest   )    …you  will  not  see  me  like  that  again.   

@Bravo6d ╮   (   oh  how  smoothly  this  is  all  going.   hound  has  this  lumbering  idiot  wrapped  right  around  his  finger  until…   a  sharp  PAIN  sticking  into  his  side.   he’s  not  a  fool.   he  knows  he’s  been  found  out,   knows  that  there  is  now  a  blade  sliding  from  his  side  and  blood  staining  his  outfit.   сукин  сын—    it’s  not  long  before  he’s  slipping  the  gun  from  his  thigh  and  taking  the  fucker  out  right  then  and  there.   and  now,   what  a  SHITSHOW  he’s  caused   )     ЭТОТ  УБЛЮДОК  УДАРИЛ  МЕНЯ  НОЖОМ—     (   it  only  half  makes  sense,   his  words  hissed  as  the  mind  scrambles  for  a  way  to  accurately  describe  why  he’s  clutching  his  side  and  SNARLING.   even   running  proves  more  difficult  then  usual,   disoriented  by  both  the  screaming  and  the  panic  he’s  forced  to  be  in  the  middle  of  )    ослабь  мою  бдительность—     you  do  NOT  have  the  right  to  SCOLD  ME,    ГАДОСТЬ!    

@SHCHEN0K     ▊ ★             [from the moment hound hits the dance floor,  john’s body tenses.  a compilation of uncertainties pile within his mind.  muscles burn with the desire to move into action,  however,  circumstances  call for something else completely.   john doesn’t spring into action until a scream screeches out in the night,  several more follow.   gun fire and blood.  hound and soap are still in john’s sights,  from above,  shots are fired.  impatience causes him to run forward,  slicing down through enemies just to get closer to pair.  through comms,  john barks out.]    COULDN’T BLOODY FUCKIN’ WAIT,  COULD YA?   NOT EVEN A DAMN WARNING HOUND?   TOO IMPATIENT?   ‘S A BLOODY MASSACRE OUT HERE.  SHEPHERD WILL HAVE YOUR ASS FOR THIS HOUND.   DID Y’ EVEN GET THE BLOODY TARGET?    MOVE WITH ME HERE.       [palms find purchase on hound’s wrists,  thrusting him forward away  from the crowd.  bullets still whizz through the ball room  floor.  it’s hard to decipher if the blood that stains him belongs to him,  hound,  or someone else completely.  despite it all,  they push through.]

@Bravo6d ╮  (     the  rolling  of  eyes,  visible  only  because  of  the  angle  he’s  standing  at.   it  takes  some  effort  to  hide  how  his  fingers  PICK  at  the  back  of  this  hastily  obtained  dress—     the  fabric  bunching  uncomfortably  enough  to  put  a  hairline  fracture  in  his  practiced  manipulation.   AT  LEAST  hound  gets  to  enjoy  this  grand  venue,   yes?    despite  it’s   fantasy  being  soured  by  another   BARKING  in  his  ear  every  couple  minutes      )     whatever  you  say,   усы…      (     finally   spoken  over  a  sigh  before  he  takes  his  mark  by  the  hand—   `конечно,   давай потанцуем!`—   meaningless  banter  as  he  whisks  them  into  the  growing  crowd.   the  faster  this  gets  done,  the  BETTER    )

@kortaqs ╱     !! papa is HOME

*              welcome back. 

@kortaqs ╱     yeah that’s………. me……… 

╱     this wasn’t worth the sleep deprivation.