[text]: Because I think it’s stupid calling someone a sandwich artist. Sorry, but you can’t call someone an artist if all they are doing is slapping pre-sliced fillings onto a sub and then sticking it in a glorified microwave to melt the cheese. There’s no artistry in that. It’s not my fault they disagreed. [text]
[text:J-Bro] Dude. That’s some goddamn drunken talent. Please tell me you wre drunk?
His eyes narrowed at her and he held his position, mostly because he didn’t appreciate being told what to do. “If that was your request, you could always have asked. I’ve never had issue with letting a soul wait.” He likely took too much pleasure in letting them suffer.
“Either back off or take a bullet and stomach shots hurt,” she warned, clicking the safety off on the gun. She knew the piece inside and out. “And your kind are notorious for making quick work of things.”
He whirled at the sudden sound behind him, brain barely processing his actions before he’d slammed the other person against the nearest wall and had one of his knives at their throat. He hesitated just long enough to register what he’d done, enough for his brain to clear and the panic to fade, though he made no effort to move away. “It is incredibly unwise to sneak up on me.”
Her back hit the wall but she had already pulled her gun and pressed it against his stomach. The knife wouldn’t do much to her, but she didn’t carry regular bullets so the might cause damage to him. She had never tried on his sort before. “I was not sneaking. The man dying needs to suffer longer. No pulling his soul until his body is dead.”
“Maybe I’ll just… forget. With everything else that’s happening, something like that might… slip my mind.” He meant it, that he was giving August an out.
“I don’t want to go back to living on the streets, Chase. I don’t want to risk anyone that’s connected me to you tracking me back to Maddy.” I don’t want to leave you was thought but he was smart enough at the moment to not say it. It would only start a whole different fight and one he knew he was constantly losing.
“Maybe. If… if they were like you, maybe.” Because August was a decent person and decent people weren’t supposed to end up in situations like this one. He shrugged, wincing slightly when the motion hurt. “I don’t know. Maybe eventually.” Maybe when something else had come around that Chase didn’t see them both surviving. “Fuck, I dunno. It might. You might be able to outrun him.”
“If I run and you survive this, how long before you track me down and put a bullet in me then?” He didn’t want to go and he was honestly a little tired of telling Chase that he wanted to be with him.
What: Demon, angel, trickster hybrid Duties: Occasional bartending Age: Looks early 20′s Sexuality: pansexual and damn active Talents: accelerated healing, minor reality warping, telekinesis
While he’s pretty stable emotionally, Dyson does get into his fair share of trouble, especially with his brother. He genuinely just likes having fun and doesn’t really sweat the consequences too much.
What: werewolf Duties: Mostly does woodwork around the pack grounds when he’s home Age: Roughly 20 Sexuality: pansexual Talents: shifting, heightened senses, accelerated healing
Noah is a bit of a wanderer. He tends to stick more to the outside of the pack grounds, choosing to find little hidden wonders. When he is actually home, he does a lot of wood working and repairs because he’s good with his hands.
“I don’t know. I kinda zoned out out there. Didn’t even realise what time it was until you came and stopped me.”
He looked a little guilty at that, but he couldn’t think of any other way to vent how he was feeling in the moment, since there wasn’t exactly a gym nearby and all it did was take the edge off only until he stopped anyway.
“Guess it’s a good thing Ari brought food over around lunch time then,” he teased. She hadn’t been the only one bringing food by either. It was just common practice to make sure anyone that was visiting or new was kept well fed.
“Maybe while you were away at school?” he answered, laughing again and shaking his head. “Shit, has it really been that long? I’ve gotta start paying better attention to that stuff.”
“Between school and the internship, clearly.” He had to admit, the kid had definitely taken on some of the better traits of his parents in terms of looks. “Ava says it doesn’t matter because the older we get, the less important times becomes. Which is not great advice for medschool.”
