❝All men have limits.
They learn what they are and learn not to exceed them.
𝕀 𝕚𝕘𝕟𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕖.❞
✧Zane roleplay account.
✦Serious/crack/plotting.
✧OC/MV semi-selective.
✦20+ yo writer.
✧Chem. shipping.
#BLRP ; #BorderlandsRP
@AmaraTheSiren Thought most yer videos were th' savin' kittens an' punchin' ghouls variety'n anythin'. Jus' figure it ain't like we're strapped fer cash same as Moze or FL4K account we don't got pets or kinda-pets t' take care of.
Who's t' say, really.
@AmaraTheSiren Mean I was full-on kiddin' 'bout it, but ain't like I'm gonna complain none either.
Didn't think ya took fan requests, bein' all celebrity.
@AmaraTheSiren -- the cans with a drafting pen he'd been using on a new project, tilting to look at her with a grin.]
Didn't hafta get me nothin'. Mean it ain't th' most selfless gift, account that yer gonna share this whole mess, but not like I don't do right jus' seein' ya.
@AmaraTheSiren Yeeeah, well, not like we ain't both busy what wit' savin' th' universe every other week, seems like. Sure ya got commitments, too. Don't miss a single one o' those. Appointments, paperwork.
[He stretches his arms forward a bit before leaning on the counter, poking at one of --
Don't get me started on 'em Valkyries. Those're some real ladies. Only a shame they're on th' other side of things, but we can't all be perfect. Jus' me an' Ellie.
@RoseTheButcher Only a while, yea? Sure ya c'n do better'n that.
[He sets the glass back down, hands over her shoulders.]
Did miss ya, too, fer all it's worth. Try not stayin' away so long next after. But fer right now. Time t' make up.
C'mere, Rose.
@RoseTheButcher -- it quick, swishing it around a bit with a brief 'ah' after drinking it, grinning mischievously at her.]
Would be a shame lettin' that go t' waste seein' we'll be here a while. Hope yer used t' those jetbeasts fer a bumpy ride, gorgeous.
@RoseTheButcher I'd hope so, since I must be doin' it.
[He lets go, pressing a kiss into her as his hands lay over her waist, leading her back into her seat, letting it deepen for a while, before leaning back, straddling over her to reach for the glass she had earlier. He takes the rest of --
@RoseTheButcher Oooooh, only fella, huh. Tryna make me feel special!
[A few of his fingers dance along the tips of the 'thorns' along her arm as he leans in real close, using the hand on her jaw to tilt her head just a tad.]
Really has been a good bit, though. Should make ya feel special, too.
Almost gettin' eaten's th' excitin' part of it all! Try huntin' somethin' that ain't got a prospect in least takin' a chomp o' ya an' see how borin' it all is.
https://t.co/loifMphlKN
@RoseTheButcher [Blame the process of whoever makes these layouts having to shoot all these pipes to get to buttons or whatever. Yeesh.]
Oh, didja now.
[He cups under her chin, stepping up close.]
Y'know I'd be lyin' if I didn't appreciate someone who almost kicked me arse. Few times.
@RoseTheButcher [Might've made sense listening to that before he solved a weirdly elaborate platforming puzzle to get in instead, but. He's there, grinning over at her, leaning against the entrance's wall.]
Heya, Butcher. Someone's got a real tall bounty. Think I should collect it, 'stead?
@RoseTheButcher Maybe a wee bit green behind those gills, then, but ain't like ya ain't green now. Ha! Alright, alright. One sec, be there 'fore ya could blink. If ya do it real slowly.
[He punches them in, the usual blue-white glow as he appears a bit away mid-stretch, finding his way to her.]
@RoseTheButcher Reminds me a lot when I ran a couple jobs fer yer outfit years back. Imagine what coulda been if we'd met back then 'stead. Lot less banks standin'.
Got a location t' send me, then? Swear on me ma I'll be on me worst behaviour, jus' fer ye.
@elliesgarage Wouldn't surprise me if that wasn't even made up. Doubt any us read half what's put in our face. Once hadta dye me hair green on account, bein' "on-brand".
Meatloaf's a real good name fer a dog or a drone, so Meatloaf it'll be! Thought it might be too much jus' usin' Ellie.
Helluva time, an' yet no one still wants tryin' t' strap into me own brain. Can't do it all on me own, people, sheesh. Paradoxes an' whatnot.
Wanna see if they could find when I remembered how t' play oboe. Never picked it up again since all o' those deaths. Real shame.