The tiny feisty female stood at his powerful broad chest. Looking down at her with a powerful tiger like grin upon his chiseled chalk white features.
“Show me what you got, I like when you put up’a fight. маленькая мышка.”
Calling her a little mouse in his native tongue.
"Oh~. I am so much more than that. You'll soon see."
The blonde closed the short distance between them, her 4'10 stature seeming so small compared to his.
Blasted genetics...
“Da -“
Looking towards her with a smug expression as his 6’11” frame towers over her. His tendril slipping past his wrist and slithering along her leg.
“Yer deadly. A killer. Like me.”
@TermnatorBarbie “Try me.”
Speaking in his thick Russian accent.
“You are not the only one who was torn apart -“
Scoffing slightly while he kept on speaking his stern voice one of obvious dominance.
“And built back stronger.”
@TermnatorBarbie
The icy chill of a wooden door flung open, almost off it’s hinges. In the doorway stood a mountain of a man, 6’11” blazing red eyes and ash white skin. Long platinum blonde ponytail atop the Russian’s head. Strolling in boots thud against the ground making >
@TermnatorBarbie “Killer, weapon, woman of power no?”
Speaking as he looked towards her as they sat at separate tables but close enough not to have to yell at one another.
“Tell me, what makes you tick?”
Speaking with a blunt and stern expression as he spoke.
@TermnatorBarbie “You’re dangerous -“
Speaking as a killer always recognizes a fellow apex predator.
“I like that.”
Knowing she no doubt knew about him.
@TermnatorBarbie After multiple patrons vanish one by one. Some walking, some running but in the end of the moments between blinks and steady eye contact from time to time they were alone. The Carbonadium tentacle slowly slithering out of his wrist and manhandling the mugs handle taking a sip. >
The titan of a 6’11” male and Soviet super soldier relaxed while his flowing platinum blonde hair framing his haunting face. Blazing red eyes looking into hers with a villainous expression.
“Now dis wasn’t expected.”
//keeping you on your toes my friend by replying here lmao
@HELHEIMRUNES “Da -“
The 6’11” powerful chalk White Russian spoke. His voice thick with Soviet Union accent, ruby red eyes glaring towards her. Powerful arms folded across his built chest.
“Now the real question, why are you here?”