@Rangers_4_Ever [ Briefly frozen. Then relenting, easing back. The arm is left clasped. ]
Yβ brought it on yourself.
But fine.
[ Turning. Slow. Ponderous. Leaning in, the mask drags up to hook over crooked nose. Tongue pokes out. And languidly, drags over bloodied skin. ]
@Rangers_4_Ever Youβre bleedinβ.
[ Flat. Almost indifferent. A step back, then another, before he rotates on his heel. ]
Go get that fixed, Sergeant.
@heqlings Great.
[ A little shift of his arm, testing the tension, and he reaches for his shirt to tug it back on. His stare bores into their back. ]
Donβt βave to see yβ again for at least a year, yeah?
Doesnt sound like a bad idea. Where ya taking me?
[ Dark fur shifted slightly as hackles raised. Leaning into the lieutenants touch as a soft growl bubbled in his maw. ]
Donβt I feel like a prince, βavinβ yβ bend the rules for me.
[ Dry, but vaguely pleased. A hand curls under Sonarβs muzzle, kiss accepted and followed with another, mask tugged up just enough to reveal scarred mouth. ]
Could take yβ on a joyride.
Lucky, making special accommodations just happens to be a thing.
[ The conman snorted softly while one ear. Leaning up and pressing a half baked one onto masked lips ]
It felt weird to say.
[ Chittering chuckle before grabbing the taller male and pulling him down to a better level. Hues half squinting. ]
He might have some free time on the books.
@Rangers_4_Ever Oh, are yβ not βavinβ fun anymore?
[ Tightening for a momentβ¦then loosening, dropping Rick back onto his own two feet. ]
Donβt fall.
@heqlings Flexible phrasingβ
[ Skin twitches. Itβs not so bad; itβs scabbed up for the most part, but with a bit of pressure, Ghost makes a small chuff of displeasure. ]