𝐂𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐒 & 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐖𝐒

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&.        soft here and,    anything w intrigued on @dolose

  ⋆   curiousss

@metaIbones 
            
            / i love ciri sm..

@daleyguard ╱     ;; watch me make a ciri rn - 

@metaIbones 
            
            / i have a jaskier < / 3

@metaIbones ⁀  ྄ᤲ᤺
            
                no  one  did. (  the  agent  grinned  softly,  seeing  him  invoked  a  sense  of  nostalgia. strange. . . regardless,  she  took  the  other  up  on  that  offer. as  she  sat  next  to  logan,  a  leg  crossed  over  her  left  one. )  i  won’t  stop  you  if  you  do. (  lorene’s  eyes  landed  onto  the  beer  bottle  the  other  held. interesting. . . weren’t  they  a  whiskey  drinker  ?  this  was  certainly  a  sight  to  see. especially  if  it  was  months  since  the  last  time  the  pair  spoke. )  you  must  be  having  some  day  if  you’re  drinking  /that/  shit. 

@strongshields  ╱       the beer bottle was held tightly in his hands, different from the usual whiskey he’d drink.  a slight annoyance found it’s way across his face making slight lines in his facial features before relaxing.  the beer running down his throat with a slight cough to clear his throat.  
            “  who says i need to change?  “ his tone didn’t hold hostility, more of a genuine curiosity then anything.  eyes shifted to an empty seat across from him, then slightly, he gestured for her to take a seat.   “ i’ll buy ya a drink if that’ll make you happy.  “ 

@ecrlyriser ╱                              logan would gently smile to the man, his head nodding to his words.  hazel studied him for a moment, just before he actually spoke.  
            “ you look better too.  “ he replied, hands resting on his hips.     “ how’s the ranch? “ 

( @metaIbones )
            
                  “  you  want  me  to  play  some  linkin  park  to  go  with  that  attitude?”  the  female  joked,  safe  under  the  cover  of  a  hanging  roof  atop  a  porch. her  body  was  resting  to  the  side  of  one  of  the  pillars  of  this  porch  as  she  carefully  watched  the  other. “  you  look  like  you’re  having  “  i  am  who  i  am”  moment,  i  can  always  leave  you  to  being  a  wet  rat,”  she  replied,  slightly  leaning  forward  “  can’t  hate  me  for  trying”. as  she  leaned  back  under  the  protective  covering,  lorene’s  hands  dove  into  her  back  pocket. she  retrieved  a  crumpled  box  of  cigarettes  and  a  battered  blue  lighter. she  was  simply  here  to  spectate  the  other,  as  she  was  asked  to. like  second  nature,  a  cigarette  was  planted  between  her  lips  and  a  orange  flame  carefully  drifted  over  it  to  set  the  cigarette  aflame. the  only  thing  that  now  illuminated  lorene  was  the  dim  lit  stick,  smoke  trickling  up  from  her  mouth.

@strongshields ╱                    the rain gently fell onto the mutant, his jacket soaked through by now.  his hair was a wet mess, the perfect picture of a drowned rat.   slowly he turned to her, brow raised slightly.  
            “ i’m not gonna melt.  “ he replied, almost blunt in nature.     “ nor get sick.  “ a quick addition to his earlier words, slowly turning to actually face her.     “ besides, i like the feeling of rain.  even if i do get wet.  “ 

/   late but curious or surprised !! 

*    curious 

// yes please!

@-imahurricane ╱                                his gaze turned to storm, a brow raised.   he had been a tad grumpier then usual, as if his hackles had been raised.   the beer was pressed to his lips as if silencing words that started to come up his throat.  
            with a long huff he finally spoke,   “ na.  just been grumpy.  “ he answered her finally, eyes looking away.      “ why?  did i hurt someone’s feelings?  “ 

@metaIbones   *   "you forget your bones are fused with the one thing i can manipulate, hm?" he raised an eyebrow, arms crossing over his chest. "even if you wanted to 'cut me into ribbons', it would be a struggle."

@movesmetal ╱                   distrust was written across his face, the snarl still written across his face.   the claws didn’t go back in, however, still extended until after a period of time.  
            “  i’ll hold you to your word.  “ he’d grumble out to the man, brows furrowed together.   “ would hate to see you get cut into ribbons.  “ 

@metaIbones   *   "and if it was?" he joked dryly, arms crossed over his chest. "i'm not here for any trouble. i came to speak to charles. if you're so worried that i'm here to cause an issue, tell him he's free to read my mind, by all means."