i get off to the pain, yer doin' me a favor, kitty.
( reaching back, slipping small knife from boot and jabbing it straight into latter's shoulder. )
baby knife!
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theeere we go, underneath the bullshit you might actually have some intent.
( the detective continued to wear a fanged smirk while staring wade down. he was all for it; seeing who would heal first and finish the other off, anyway. )
you sound hurt, 𝘤𝘰𝘸𝘣𝘰𝘺.
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* 𝒕ry me, kitty.
( mask contorted with expression and barrel pressed harder into jaw, bending forward closer to him and wincing at the twist of blades in his side. )
ya already got me goin' with them claws.
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dirty? oh, you haven’t seen shit yet, red. i can shred you open hip to shoulder before you pull that trigger.
( he managed to get logan to chuckle, that much was an accomplishment. not for the right reasons but, a win was a win. )
wanna try me, bub?
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( groaning out and throwing head back, keeping weight heavy to prevent being moved before grabbing gun to press to latter's jaw. )
you like it dirty? i can play dirty.
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( that son of a — a short roar was all that could be mustered before feeling his own weight shift. a trio of claws immediately were in the other’s side, cutting deep. )
cheap shot…is that what you rely on? red bastard…get your ass off!
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hey, bud. you can have this sweet ass but the hat stays.
( wiggling underneath, trying to free himself before dragging leg up to knee him right in the groin before flipping them both, now straddling his lap. )
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( the mutant could only chuff while dismissing the comment, but taking a second to look over the merc. that hat sure looked pretty stylish… )
i’d gut ya like a fish, but i know you’d grow a new stomach in seconds. so for compensation, i’ll take the hat.
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