“i wouldn't want it to be by my hands anyway.”
when he leans away, she grabs his chin between two fingers, tilting his head back toward her. he wasn't completely refusing the touch, which she wasn't totally mad at.
“besides. we're having fun doing this back +
“When I die, it won’t be by your hands.”
Though the thought of dying isn’t the first thing that scared, if anything, it thrilled him. How many times has he stood in front of death's door and made a mockery out of him for not having a firm grip on Enjin’s soul—
+
and forth thing, aren't we? why would i kill you & end it? that would be ruining my own joy. of *course i liked seeing your blood. excites me so much more when the person it came from is pretty like you are.”
she lets his chin go, and takes a small step back +
“i'm persistent because i know my goal is possible.”
eyes scan his visage, tongue swiping upper lip to lick the blood from there once more. such a pretty face he has, of course she's not actually going to kill him. he's just really fun.. “you're so fun to toy with. +
Enjin quickly glanced his eyes down to her feet when she moved, stepping into his space that he refused to move away from. He was there first.
He lowered his lashes as he looked at Minha like she was just another gamble into his night already riddled with bad decisions and
+
i'm not actually trying to kill you or you'd have been dead a long time ago. jabber trained me to fight, if i was really trying, pretty boy, you'd be laying in a ditch somewhere already.”
boldly, her hand reaches for his face, thumb running gently across the cut healing
a cleaner this much, but something about enjin sparks a light in her. ears atop her head perk up, and she steps closer to him, clearly not worried about being hit once more.
they were civil, for now.
she'd take *offense to him pointing out the most obvious spot to kill him if her curiosity & attention weren't grabbed by the first thing he'd said. her focus diverts there.
“if you're not feeling fear, what are you feeling?”
normally, she wouldn't entertain +
"I'm feeling something, but it's not fear."
Enjin tilted his head, painted and tattooed fingers grazing just where the scab is starting to peel, on his cheek. It wasn't deep, so it didn't hurt.
Sixth, her persistent nature really is amusing.
"Oh, no. I gave you that win.
+
“the sixth. you're not counting the one time i cut your cheek open. you tend to ignore that one a lot. is it because i hit you?”
letting her nose go, she lets it gush— grinning at him. “be honest, you're afraid of me!”
"The chances are never zero, you and I both know that."
Resting his chin on top of Umbreakers handle, Enjin rolled his eyes. He wasn't planning on hitting her that hard. Or all over that matter.
"How many times have you tried to kill me anyway?"
Counting down.
"This the 5th?
“me? hit you? aren't you the same guy that insists i can't do anything to you? so why would i hit you?”
a faux gasp, she's so mocking him.
“don't tell me you're threatened by me! so scared that i'm actually gonna swing on you, that you possibly break my nose? coward.”
A glint of amusement had made it's way to his eyes, matching the wide— Minutes away from laughing— Smile that made the dimples on his cheeks even more prominent.
"I know how to separate my personal interest to my job. And I'm protecting myself, weren't you just going to hit me?"
( licking the blood off her upper lip, her gaze turns to the taller blonde nearby with a hushed laugh. ) & for someone trying to pull women, i don't think hitting one in the face with an umbrella was how you'd do it.
so you kinda suck too.
OK, yer’… overthinking too much, too early in.
[ Placing her nail on her lip in thought. Tapping idly. ]
I’m not sayin’ you have to be perfect, but if this is what you want, we gotta take the plunge first, babes.
…You lookin’ for hot chicks, or sexy dudes? Or no pref?
i don't know i mean.. what if i say something stupid? or something weird and then collectively everyone begins to look at me insane, and then nobody wants to talk to me?