Dean had stood there for a few moments and watched the woman finish her application, on her last comment for the bribe the hunter snorted and leaned against the door way, he wasn't dumb enough to get too close to that whip, it didn't look too nice.
"Y'know, I don't think the hat's kinky enough to appreciate your whip, might have to actually come up with somethin' worthwhile, Princess"
Without turning, Franziska replies. "They don't want a threat, they want a bribe, and I haven't got much to give right now.” She stands now, holding her whip at the ready.
"Unless you count lashes, of course... And with the way you're talking to me, it seems you want them!"
"Guess your screwed then, no skin off my nose, but you might wanna work on your people's skills." He watched her as she stood with the whip, head cocked to the side slightly.
Dean raised an eyebrow, the stance of his body changed at that threat and raised voice, they became defensive, at the ready as the hunter just smirked all the more. After all, it was his mouth that seemed to cause him the most trouble in this place any way, so why change that now.
"Y'know, I'm a kinky bastard but I prefer my woman a little more full up top" He said making the gesture in front of his own body with his hands to indicate just what he meant "And a lot less bitchin'."
Skwisgaar leant back against the wall behind the application desk in an attempt to not loom quite so much -- not an easy task, when one stood over six and a half feet tall -- his fingers moving restlessly over the strings of his unplugged Gibson Explorer.
"I'ms a prefect too," he said in heavily accented English, having apparently misunderstood the shouting about being "perfect". "Fors the Hooflepoofs House here, gots the hat and everythings. Too bad yous just missed our jul knytkalas party, was awesome." He looked the applicant over, wondering at the whip. Had she just come from performing in a circus or something? "Nice outfits," he offered, with no trace of irony.
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"Y'know, I don't think the hat's kinky enough to appreciate your whip, might have to actually come up with somethin' worthwhile, Princess"
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"Unless you count lashes, of course... And with the way you're talking to me, it seems you want them!"
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Dean raised an eyebrow, the stance of his body changed at that threat and raised voice, they became defensive, at the ready as the hunter just smirked all the more. After all, it was his mouth that seemed to cause him the most trouble in this place any way, so why change that now.
"Y'know, I'm a kinky bastard but I prefer my woman a little more full up top" He said making the gesture in front of his own body with his hands to indicate just what he meant "And a lot less bitchin'."
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"I'ms a prefect too," he said in heavily accented English, having apparently misunderstood the shouting about being "perfect". "Fors the Hooflepoofs House here, gots the hat and everythings. Too bad yous just missed our jul knytkalas party, was awesome." He looked the applicant over, wondering at the whip. Had she just come from performing in a circus or something? "Nice outfits," he offered, with no trace of irony.
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