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little-snikt:

"Oh please. don’t piss him off as much as someone I know.” He moved his hands down for a brief moment, massaging his lower back before moving back up.

"Hey," he started, his voice dying off at a particularly skillful ministration down at his spine. It rose again after a while. "I’m not messing with him as much. Not since he ate my baseball cards. But one day I’ll end him. Let him think he’s safe. Then I’ll end that thing."

Lips twitched into a wide smirk and he moved up to the base of Lester’s neck, humming softly. “Mmhmm, of course you will.” A pause. “So now that you have sufficiently gotten all the preteen wannabes after you, what is it you will do?”

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little-snikt:

A soft, throaty laugh escaped him at the feel of the kick and it was a while before he continued.

"I think it was the suit trying to regain dominance or something. They have to change his medication every week, it seems."

If someone saw, and someone asked, he would deny the little smile that crawled onto his lips at the sound of that laugh.

"Only a matter of time before he comes after you, you know. He bites you, you heal. He’s gonna put two and two together. Infinite meal.”

"Oh please. don’t piss him off as much as someone I know.” He moved his hands down for a brief moment, massaging his lower back before moving back up.

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crosshaired:

Lester kicked his leg up, hitting Daken in the back with his foot. Not hard, though. He wasn’t about to tell Daken to stop. 

"What, he get mad ‘cause Karla ate the last hamburger or something?"

A soft, throaty laugh escaped him at the feel of the kick and it was a while before he continued.

"I think it was the suit trying to regain dominance or something. They have to change his medication every week, it seems."

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gealachinamistyworld:

“ach! wüßtet ihr wie schwer es ist,

wenn man gehängt ist und nicht sterben kann!!”

crosshaired:

Humming a little, eyes shutting, he dug his face into the pillow, cool cotton on his sweating forehead soothing. He still twitched every so often from the taser. His bones picked up that conduction, giving him phantom pinches every so often.

"Okay, bitch, how was your day?”

He pressed his fingers in a little too hard, rolling his eyes just in the slightest.

"I don’t have to do this you know. — It was fine though, peaceful actually. You did miss one of Mac’s rampages though. He’s sedated… Knocked the fuck out, actually.”

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crosshaired:

"Being tased takes a lot out of you. And so does airlines," he explained, rolling his shoulders back and exhaling. 

"I had cole slaw. It sucked. It tasted like someone jacked off in it."

"You poor thing.” He emphasized his words by kneading into Lester’s shoulders with his fingers, adding just enough pressure.

"My day was fine, thank you for asking, by the way."

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"Moo-les-teer," he spoke out, sitting up on his elbows and facing Daken fully. "You remember back when we fought the Kids Bop cast? The little Hawkeye bitch. That’s who I fucked up. Real fun."

He reached out and grabbed Daken’s wrist, letting him hold onto his book with the other. “Tired, though. Gimme a massage.”

"Mm. Always found her annoying. Good for you." He said nothing as he pulled his wrist away from Lester’s grip, sitting up and moving behind him, setting his hands on the other’s shoulders.

"You screw a girl up and suddenly you’re awfully needy."

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    The adrenaline had faded, that sweet racing blood, the high after doing something as beautiful as murder — or at least, torture, pumping through his veins. It was a sweet thrill, but it’d long passed, replaced by jet lag as he moved back into New York, skipping over Hell’s Kitchen to return to the tower.

    Jet-lag and satisfied, Bullseye dropped onto Daken’s bed, stomach against the sheets, face hidden in the pillow. “Wasn’t too exciting, she hardly fought back, but I guess the best part wasn’t in the fight. She tased me, though,” he wove the story monotonously. He’d never be able to put into words a picture as beautiful as her bloodied face had been.

    “I got a video of her before I left. Punched her in the nose on it, choked her out a little. Sent it to her friends,” he turned his face from the sheets and grinned at Daken. “Guess who was on it? Fred fuckin’ Myers. He’s doing her or something, the damn pervert. She’s like, barely-legal. Hope she died. Roadkill.”

Daken lifted his gaze from his book to Bullseye, lips twitching upwards into a small smirk as he turned over just a bit, setting his book down. Hearing Lester tell his story, just hearing how excited he got, it brought some sort of joy out of him. “Darling, Fred’s fucked practically everyone.” 

Raising a brow, he let curiousity get the best of him. “You never once said who ‘she’ was…”

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OKAY yeah i’m just too annoyed so i’m gonna’ not until all this stuff blows over.

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little-snikt

He walks into the bar and takes a seat. He can smell traces of his son in the air, the boy (Old enough to be a man and then some, but still a boy to Logan), he’s been here recently and frequently. He takes a seat at the bar, and when someone tries to sit next to him, he grunts out, “Savin it.” He’ll sit here and sip his beer till his son decides it’s time for a family reunion.

He could smell him from a mile away and could have easily just walked past the bar, but decided that why not just amuse the old man? Stepping inside, he took a seat next to Logan, a smirk on his features.

"It’s certainly been a while." He couldn’t do much, no, not with this crowd.

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