Princess?
( Mole laughs, seeming almost genuinely entertained by how well Hound is playing along. )
You think 'm that precious? What a sweet pup you are.
β [ Hands raisedββ resting upon both of his cheeks before squishing his face a bit harshly . ]
β At least give me a please before ya start complaining princess
Well, what the hell, sure.
( A light giggle bubbles up his throat. Mole's grin widensβ Hound may feel the opposite, but Mole feels very amused.
He carries the same excitement a young person would have upon seeing their favorite toy. )
Since you seem ooooh so eager to offer.
( The sweet smile Mole wears for her lacks even a single drop of remorse.
Whatever his reasons were, he must've really intended to make her current dealings much more difficult. )
Do tell. What did they do to get as far as they did? Just curious.
as wonderful as you are at gathering me info, they were in / good / with some of our rivals.
[ pinching the bridge of her nose, before she sighs, and relaxes. ]
you'd better hope you can pry the same shit they could've gotten from their mouths, mister.
What was their plan, anyway?
( He asks, though it's not like he'll actually follow it.
...He's sure that if he does, he'll be able to do it with a higher success rate than those amateurs ever could.
No one will ever be as great as him.
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mhmmm. our only choice now is letting you loose on them -- which isn't preferable. i'm certain having those two mingle with them would've been / far / more effective.
[ she reaches up again, and squeezes his cheek. ]
pain in my ass, you know.
but he sure does enjoy using other people's attempts to piss him off against them. )
Hehe.
I suppose you'll have to keep hoping you'll dream about it a little while longer.
( They might want to take a step back. Aside from the fact that Mole does bite, he tends to take such actions as affectionate gestures than those of contempt, regardless of the intentions behind it.
He definitely knows it's not the case,
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β Pfftββ a shame ~ Ya would've looked good down there πΆ*
β [ Hummed as they stepped closer to harshly pinch his cheek . ]
β And I told ya to quit calling me puppy . Do words ever go through that skull of yours , darling ?
( He inhales deeply, steadying himself before donning his usual, perfectly practiced smile.
So calm and unfazed. He hardly considers those eliminations as a grave mistake. )
Luck 's unnecessary. There's no such thing as a chore I can't handle.
they were in good with a pretty with a pain in my ass -- something / you / won't be able to do because everyone hates us, darling.
[ gentle tap to his cheek as she finally gets up. ]
so, good luck doing better than that.
( Mole crosses his arms. He tilts his head to the side, and a low chuckle bubbles up his throat. )
It'll take more than precious taunting to get me on my knees, puppy.
You kept glazing 'em like there was no tomorrow, and for what? Passable work?
( His smile returns, but the displeasure in his eyes makes it look more menacing than welcoming. )
I can do so much better than that and more. I did you a favor, sweetheart.
no, i do. you know i do. what i / don't / enjoy is that you're such a big crybaby sometimes. i lost two of my best men last week because of you. two ! both on the same day, too !