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[ 002 ] [ Lookout Punishment! ] [ Audio / English ]

I can't see shit, but from listening in to what people say on this damn thing, I've gotten off lightly.

[Breathing is heavy. Mordecai is having a bit of trouble keeping it together.]

Should of known this would happen--

[Sharp inhale, like a gasp.]

What the fuck was-- Bloodwing!? Is that you boy? Lilith!? Where the hell are you?!

[[ooc: Mordecai was a Lookout, so he's blind. Also has a few little sound based hallucinations happening, namely a rush of wings flapping past his head. He might be seen ducking from nothing and cringing away cursing Rakks and Skags. Throw in the mouth filter fail and we've got ourselves one very paranoid, very insecure Mordecai.

Also. His mask is off. 8D]]

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Whatever.

[She's glad to not be leading him by the elbow, and to wander around his (less fancy) room and not be discomfited by the niggling familiarity. Lilith stops by his table, and after glancing to where he sits, casually sweeps a fingertip over its top.]

Nice furniture.

[That earns a growl. He remembers now just why she hadn't been to his room before.]

Don't even think about it.

[Ignoring her not!mother and any disapproving tapping of the not!feet. Lilith does not heed hallucinations, whether or not they take the form of a respected person. The real thing could subdue her much easier, as much as anyone could subdue Lilith.

She takes what she can get, rubs her hand all over the table.]

Think abouuut?

[His head lifts an inch to glare in the direction of her voice.]

I know exactly what is in this room. When my sight returns, if it's not all there I will be crashing down your door.

I got security, dumbass.

[Not the entire truth. Lilith flops onto his bed, stretching out because it pleases her to do so. Going to make herself at fucking home.]

Not TOO drab...

And since when has your 'security' stopped me before?

[Hmph. Mordecai stays where he is, looking angry and hating the boat.]

It's decent.

[She rolls so that she's resting on her side facing the table, cheek pillowed by her forearm. Compared to the room she abandoned for this, the decor could use some work, and it certainly is not the kind of place she would associate with Mordecai's living quarters. It needs more trophies of the deceased persuasion or other abnormal paraphernalia.

The impulse to be cruel, making up for her recent weakness, won't leave.]

Bet you wish Redd let you have your bird.

[The room really isn't what his usual quarters would be like, but it is decent enough to be tolerable. Besides, Mordecai isn't planning on being on the boat long enough to make things 'homey'.

Her comment earns a snarl, the sniper's head jerking to glare in her general direction. His expression now makes his earlier frowning look like a grin.]

That's it. Get the fuck out.

[Erk! How scary!

As if- he just looks moderately more attractive with his face like that. Lilith snorts and waves a hand as if to dispel the tension.]

How about you calm down instead?

[He leans back in his seat, still glaring. Mordecai is tense. The snort only feeds his annoyance.]

Cut the shit Lilith. This is bad enough without your extra dose of bullshit.

[Bloodwing remains a very, very sore point.]

Hmmmmmmf. Someone needs to unwind. [Instead of 'cutting the shit', Lilith shuts her eyes and anticipates, smiling.]

[He knows what she's like and that it's pointless to continue, but that doesn't make him feel any less annoyed. Perhaps setting out to find her was a bad idea after all.]

Easier said than done.

[Mordecai strikes the arm of the chair with a closed fist.]

Damn this fucking boat.

[Foolish Mordecai- most ideas involving Lilith and being around her for any length of time are usually bad ideas. Does that stop people? No. Very aware of her effect on him, she stays in the exact same place.]

I hear that. Sick of the dampers on my power.

[She freezes.

Did he hear that from her mouth before? Shiiiiit.]

[Mordecai doesn't react but sits back in his seat.]

You poor thing. You're almost like the rest of us.

[His tone is dryer than dry.]

[Uh-oh, her turn to get dinged in the kisser. His jibe hits home and then some, burrowing into her chest and raging along with the wild fear that Lilith will deny to the end. Her eyes fly open and she almost sits up.

But no. Lilith forces calm and affects her furiously disaffected mask.]

Not even close. Don't you forget it.

[He doesn't need to see her to know that he's hit home. The pause before she replies is enough. The cocky reply that comes his way next is read as a default response, insecurity feeding the words that spill from her mouth.

By his own reply, Mordecai says nothing. This conversation is only going down hill for the both of them and really, his mood is black enough without her contribution.]

[Mordecai can hear the rustling of Lilith rolling over again, then, since she isn't caring for subtlety. She fumes at the plain wall some feet from her nose and settles in for angry cold-shouldering.

It lasts at *least* half an hour, and then she blurts.]

I am not sleeping on the floor.

[He shuts his eyes and leans on the arm of the chair, bringing his hand to his forehead. This is all so... irritating.]

You're not sleeping in my bed.

...

[Lilith knows how to win this argument.

Rather than keep up their circular bitching, she sits up, deigning to glance to see where his attention is. Not that it matters. She is going to strip down to her panties and shirt and there is nothing he can do to stop her. The process commences, articles of clothing falling in soft fwips.]

[He can hear the sound of movement, of clothes hitting the floor. Mordecai growls.]

Stop that before I get too excited.

[Mordecai tenses. STUPID. FUCKING. FILTER.]

[Not according to plan, but Lilith's hands go still as she works on her double belt. Then her head is thrown back and she LAUGHS, continuing about her business.]

I'm not gonna be naked.

[Fakes a yawn.]

Just... so tired...

[Frowning, Mordecai rises to his feet and crosses the distance to the bed. He doesn't care if she's in the way or not, or what she's wearing (actually he does), only that the bed will be his and remain his and she can't have it if he's in it.

He's moved around the room enough to know the basic outline and it's a straight path from chair to bed. Not realizing that she's already in it, Mordecai blindly finds his way to the edge of the bed and sweeps a hand back to make sure he's got his bearings right and that the mattress really is there.

Lilith's leg was not his intended point of contact.]

[Sees him coming, and promptly works faster, wiggling out of the pants and tossing them. And then, silly Mordecai, grabs her.

Whether or not he meant to, she indulges in more assholeishness and moans. Loudly.]

[He lets go, movement forcibly slow and relaxed. Bare leg combined with the sounds he heard earlier equals no pants. The moan is ignored, at least externally.

Mordecai really hates her right now.]

You're not sleeping in my damn bed.

[Look at this way... when he lets go, she could move as well, sliding her leg down and his hand up, chuckling. But Lilith doesn't. Move, anyway. Her point is made and it is time to move onto the next victory.

Because Lilith is determined to emerge victorious.]

Mmhmmm?

[Those rustling noises are someone lifting his blanket and going to snuggle underneath it.]

[ 002 ] [ Lookout Punishment! ] [ Audio / English ]

HDFGLSDHG I FORGOT NOOOOOOO damn you

I ARE WINNAAAR \o/!!!

STOMPS ON INSTEP

OW. FUCK. :U

CRITICAL, BIATCH

SLAPETH "XHAN DEMANDS SATISFACTION FROM WICKE"

"THEN YOU SHALL HAVE IT!"

THROWS BLOODWING AT

WHAT'S THIS!? A COMBUSTION HELLFIRE! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

SHIELD IS HOLDING... FOR THE MOMENT. @__@;;;

BOOM PHASEBLAST SHOOOOOOOOP

TRANSFUSION GRENADE + EXPLOSIVE SNIPER

NEVER MIND THE ZOOMING PINK LADY

THE GRENADE WILL GET HER WHEN SHE STOPS.

BUT WAIT... IT'S ANOTHER PHASEBLAST!?

...HOW THE HELL DO YOU DO THAT SO FAST? :U

THEY CALL ME WENCH

BLOODY HELL WOMAN.

YOU LIKE IT

ONLY ON TUESDAYS. IT'S THURSDAY LOL.

TUESDAYS/THURSDAYS >:

NUH UH

Re: NUH UH

OKAY FINE

HYUCK HYUCK HYUCK twirls mustache

OH WAIT. I LIED. 8D

WAAAAAAAT, DIRTY CHEAT

THROWS CARDS ON TABLE FULL HOUSE!

FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU

smokes cigar I'LL BE TAKIN' MAH CHIPS

NEVER!! shovels into mouth

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DELISHUS PLASTIC