More random messy work that took .2 seconds to write. I need to do something long...
Queer KSing bird :V It was so irritating to play co-op with my brother, who always plays as a Hunter? And I'm always a Sirennnn. We've fought multiple times over that fxcking bird.
Debating a... dirtier version to be posted on aff dot net and/or dA. Not sure :/
Also? Taking a bit of freedom with the Siren's abilities/everything in general. Just because I can. Suck it up (:
Lilith is a potty mouth. plus19237 points if you get the Pokemon reference :D
"Oh, you mother fucker..."
The sout barrel of the revolver had been aimed straight forward, a little to the left (as it always pulled right) waiting for the squeeze of the trigger to release acid-coated bullets. Just as the lithe Siren's index began to pull back -a large bird dipped in from above, taking a chunk of meat from her target's jugular area and then soaring away to feast on the bit he'd taken. More swears spilled from her lipsticked mouth, and she started backwards, waving her arms high and firing acidic bullets in the air at random, corrosive waste splattering back on the ground all around her.
What little visible flesh or her partner paled considerably, and he started to take a few steps back, chuckling nervously...
Smelling his intent to run, Lilith grasped her parallel demension and pulled herself in easily; Mordecai gripped his Jakobs tight in the crackling atmosphere, but running wasn't an option at this point. When she reappeared, her fingers gripped each side of his face tight, bright fingernails digging into the thin cloth of his facemask- "You and your bird! I ought to shoot that little fucker! If he gets in my damned way again, the little bitch is going dow-"
Out of anything Mordecai could have did, nothing would have caught her more by surprise than what happened. To hush her in mid sentence, he pushed forward and sealed his lips about her glossy ones. It was super effective. Her hand dropped from his face, resting lightly on his slender chest; no force was behind it. Just in case, though he was highly doubtful it would be needed, one of his gloved hands dropped to her waist for a little bit of added support.
Just as quick as it came, the moment was over. Lilith had enough of tongue-taste (not that it was bad, though... she may have to find it again later) and pushed him away. Luckily, his grip had been loose enough to let go easy; no need for broken ribs or scorch marks, now...
Was that a tinge of pink set across her cheeks? Mordecai couldn't get a good look, she turned her back.
"..Keep him under control now. Let's move on."