LOCKE
One of those things. Sure. Alright. He gets it maybe. Gods, giant chickens, changing faces, it's another Tuesday as far as he's concerned. And honestly she might have always looked like this. He was pretty drunk last time they met and it's been a few months since then.
"Very true." He acquiesces as he stops in front of her, crooked grin plastered on his face. He clicks his tongue at her response, grin shaping into a pout. "I've been practicing my sexy run but there's no one around to tell me if it's actually sexy. I'd ask Mae but she's busy." He's not sure if the other woman knows about their involvement but he doesn't really care. He's pretty sure Aurelia's never been interested in him. Which is fine. He can't fuck 'em all.
"So you watch me, tell me what you think, and then I'll beat the shit out of you. I mean spar with you." Some part of him wants to ask about the other night but he's over gods and drama.
"Very true." He acquiesces as he stops in front of her, crooked grin plastered on his face. He clicks his tongue at her response, grin shaping into a pout. "I've been practicing my sexy run but there's no one around to tell me if it's actually sexy. I'd ask Mae but she's busy." He's not sure if the other woman knows about their involvement but he doesn't really care. He's pretty sure Aurelia's never been interested in him. Which is fine. He can't fuck 'em all.
"So you watch me, tell me what you think, and then I'll beat the shit out of you. I mean spar with you." Some part of him wants to ask about the other night but he's over gods and drama.
let me go on
like i blister in the sun
like i blister in the sun
