====~: straydoghowling: ====~: straydoghowling “Oh, for fuck’s sake—” Heine…
====~: straydoghowling “Oh, for fuck’s sake—” Heine growled through gritted…
“Oh, for fuck’s sake—” Heine growled through gritted teeth, instantly irritated by the slurred call from his drunken partner. The albino halted his…
Heine silently cringed as Badou shouted at the top of his lungs; his idiotic, slurred speech echoing throughout the deserted streets. The albino was about to jerk his head around to snap at the drunken moron, but suddenly found the smoker’s arms latched tightly around his waist.
He was quite obviously thrown off balance, unable to help himself as he stumbled against the nearest brick wall, shifting out his forearm quickly to ease on impact, and to save Badou’s own arm from being crushed by their weight. A deep, agitated growl rose from Heine’s throat as his crimson gaze glared sharply over his shoulder at Badou, his inhumanly sharp canines grinding together as he bared his teeth.
“What the fuck are you doing?” the gunman snarled as his pale hands grasped around each of Badou’s twisted arms, trying to pry the one-eyed ginger off of him. What little patience he had left for Badou’s foolish antics was far gone now, wanting nothing more than to get back to that rundown church to get some rest. He had enough of this fucked up city for one day. “Get. Off.” the stray dog seethed through a clenched jaw, trying to dig an elbow into Badou’s chest as his hands continued to fight with the drunk’s arms.
-Badows eyes narrowed in aggression, He turned rather serious while his arm didn’t budge from around Heine’s waist, He’d grin angrily and finally had the urge to nibble on the males ear. Hugging him closer and biting hard on the lobe.- Heeine -He slurred , and squeezed the other as close as he could. His intoxicated body was warm and the way he was rather cling able was so out of character for someone as himself. Alcohol made him a bit un stable and right now he was trying to portray himself as kind and didn’t like how the other was acting so coldly. His tongue creepily slipped from his mouth and licked the cress behind the gunmans ear. Of course Badou was doing this all for fun and because his head was spinning just as much and he was enjoying the ride.
I’m just trying to make my lurrve smile and not keel me -He’d shreek and rested his chin on Heines shoulder while continued to linger behind him. People on the streets mind their own business but some had awkward looked over toward their direction, clearly frightened or disgusted. Badou didn’t give any flying fucks about anyone else. Not that he ever did when he was sober either but he had his full attention of Henie and whatever his fingers were allowing him to do. With his body under some kind of spell it seemed, finger tips tapped against the belt of his partners pants. Badou howled with laughter and cradled Heine within his arms no matter how much the other was trying to get away from the embrace. Badou kicked the back of the males shoe on accident-
Cahalm the fawk down -His cursing was slurry as was his actions, He’d purr against the others skin and murmured some things under his breath while boringly looking around their surroundings. Brows raised in question toward the citizens who stopped and watched the small show. He growled as well toward them like an angry dog protecting it’s mate. His voice nearly rose toward those certain individual , hugging Heine- What the fuck are you looking at yo-you lowww liffess.
Ah ..fuck I need smookes -He said quickly, resting his cheek against Heine now, whining-
…….. Well duh, ass, people stalk you like crazy. Not that I’d know or anything.
Tsh.
“…Hmph.”
“Got something you wanna share, Badou?
……………………………………….. no… not really..
-looks away from-
“…”
“You positive?”
………….No, not really…
….Ah, shut the hell up, idiot, like I’d tell you anything.
Tsh, a lord huh? I doubt that ..
anyway, who are you ..Meeguel or however the fff.. you say your name
….. Ugh well this guy looks like he’s up to no good.
Why the hell do these people just consider following me around.
“I’ve been getting a shitload of’em all day. It’s pissin’ me off.”
…….. Well duh, ass, people stalk you like crazy. Not that I’d know or anything.
Tsh.
“…Hmph.”
“Got something you wanna share, Badou?
……………………………………….. no… not really..
-looks away from-
Why the hell do these people just consider following me around.
“I’ve been getting a shitload of’em all day. It’s pissin’ me off.”
…….. Well duh, ass, people stalk you like crazy. Not that I’d know or anything.
Tsh.
====~: straydoghowling “Oh, for fuck’s sake—” Heine growled through gritted…
“Oh, for fuck’s sake—” Heine growled through gritted teeth, instantly irritated by the slurred call from his drunken partner. The albino halted his leisured stride, about the glance over his shoulder when the eye-patched smoker slung a clumsy, flailing arm around his bandaged…
Heine pursed his lips in to a aggravated straight line; red eyes piercing Badou’s sluggish gaze like daggers. The albino shifted uncomfortably as his partner in crime leaned against him. Closer and closer; his shoulder began to ache as it pressed roughly against the metal streetlight, not capable of holding the extra weight of a certain drunken imbecile.
He finally had enough of Badou’s whining and suddenly pulled an arm up—gun free—and smacked a bare palm on the center of the ginger’s forehead, forcefully pushing Badou’s dead weight off of him.
“You’re a fucking moron, Badou.” the stray dog growled, his patience wearing thin as he swayed away from the streetlight and the smoker, the sound of unlit cigarettes crunching beneath his boots as he began to walk off, continuing his slow stride down the pavement.
I’m … -Badou would put up a finger to protest his own words, feeling a slight heavy gass buble set within his chest. Eventually the man belched loudly and swayed his way around the poll. Holding it with his other hand and spinning like the dunk lunatic he was.- I’m a moron! -He shouted for the whole street to hear and howled like his head was on top of a mountain. In a way it felt like it was as his whole body swirled and acted more violently then he would be if he was sober..maybe… depending on his mood that was.
He’d follow his partner in crime like the lost stray dog he was and felt as though he was beginning to fall a little to far forward. Having a neglectful attitude toward anything including walking and keeping his balance. Instead, he’d find himself falling and wrapping his arms to something close enough to keep himself steady. What else was there to do this other than the gunman? His pal? Heine’s waist was cradled around Badou’s strong embrace and his face buried within the mans shoulder blades. The drunk ginger slurred some words of wisdom- You smellll wonderful -Although he just wanted to smell smoke, this was much better.. to his drunk self at least. He was corrupting a scene in front of the public area which meant Heine might end up killing him.. the thought only made his arms squeeze the slender mans frame.
His drunk self swayed…
….. Ugh well this guy looks like he’s up to no good.
Why the hell do these people just consider following me around.
