[Thread] Burnin' down the house! [Kankurou, Tayuya]
Who: Tayuya and Kankurou, obvs
What: Pair up for getting drunk and toasting marshmallows over the fires of disestablishmentarianism. ♥
When: 1st of May, 2059, sometime around 03:00
Where: Various places around the base~
Notes/Warnings: Tayuya's mouth. Kankurou's mouth. That's about as high a warning as you can get.
They were probably going to get into huge trouble for this, but as if Tayuya fucking cared. The German girl twirled her piccolo between the fingers of one hand deftly; the other hand toyed with a bright green lighter. At her feet sat a jerry-can of gasoline. A pack on her back contained two shotglasses and a packet of marshmallows.
People always seemed surprised to discover that she had a sweet tooth, for some reason. Tayuya was fucked if she could figure out why.
Her booted heel tapped on the dry, hard-packed dirt, creating the faintest beat of percussion. She didn't want to be loud enough to attract the attention of the guards wandering about on their nightly rounds. She could fob them off if she had to, but why make more damned work for herself? It was easier to wait in the thick shadows of Beta Team's barracks wall. She could be patient when she needed to be.
But if Kankurou stood her up, there would be some motherfucking hell to pay.
♫
What: Pair up for getting drunk and toasting marshmallows over the fires of disestablishmentarianism. ♥
When: 1st of May, 2059, sometime around 03:00
Where: Various places around the base~
Notes/Warnings: Tayuya's mouth. Kankurou's mouth. That's about as high a warning as you can get.
They were probably going to get into huge trouble for this, but as if Tayuya fucking cared. The German girl twirled her piccolo between the fingers of one hand deftly; the other hand toyed with a bright green lighter. At her feet sat a jerry-can of gasoline. A pack on her back contained two shotglasses and a packet of marshmallows.
People always seemed surprised to discover that she had a sweet tooth, for some reason. Tayuya was fucked if she could figure out why.
Her booted heel tapped on the dry, hard-packed dirt, creating the faintest beat of percussion. She didn't want to be loud enough to attract the attention of the guards wandering about on their nightly rounds. She could fob them off if she had to, but why make more damned work for herself? It was easier to wait in the thick shadows of Beta Team's barracks wall. She could be patient when she needed to be.
But if Kankurou stood her up, there would be some motherfucking hell to pay.
♫