Troubadour of Death

So why care for these petty obsessions!
Your designer heart still beats
With common blood.
And what if you could have
Genetic perfection!
Would you change who you are
If you could?

Friendly neighborhood zydrate-dealing street rat at your service.
(formerly the-grave-robber)

About

littlebluevialrelief:

[Perhaps this is the part of him she likes so much, the demure side

Puling on her clothing, she steps out from behind the wall, the towel now drying off her luscious locks.]

I’m all done. Want to get some dinner?

[Without thinking, Elise tugged him closer by the lapels, and almost all in one motion, those plump lips hovered over his, standing on tiptoes to gently press her lips to his. 
The kiss was brief, and left her feeling idiotic as she sprang away like a daisy pulled too tight, leaving him as she coughed a few times, starting off in the direction of the cafe.]

Good to be back, tiger.

[He turns his head back just in time to catch that last bit of her uttered question while actually… well, standing on his own, one supposed. For in the next moment, her smaller hands were on the lapels of his coat, pulling him into her smaller form.

Just like that, the woman’s lips are on his painted ones, lingering there for maybe a few seconds. Briefly. Almost sheepishly. But nonetheless, gently, affectionately.
It left him just slightly… stunned as she pulled back. Maybe also remaining with open mouth for a few moments, staring at her a little dopily, half disappointed it ended so quickly.]

…heh.

[Clearing this throat too, though barely helping a more sly smile from crawling onto the very lips she just kissed, he shrugs, following her.]

Nice to have you back, kitten.

littlebluevialrelief:

[A slight pout forms on her lips, but without another word, she turns her back to him, dropping the towel as she reaches for the spare pair of jeans and black tee-shirt hanging over the half-demolished wall.]

You are lucky, handsome.
Gimme a second, and don’t peek~.

[Doesn’t even try to conceal his eye roll, sliding both hands into the pockets of the long, fairly trademark coat that should really a bit too warm to wear now, and scoffs.]

There is a fine line between peeking, and not looking away, kitty.

[He almost sings out that line, though turns his head away in spite of the teasing. All things considered, a part of Graverobber still remained somewhat of a gentleman, and thus, leering was not appropriate.
Just look at this drug dealer’s priorities, huh.]

littlebluevialrelief:

theglowdealer:

Mhm-hmmm.

I don’t see the problem. This look suits you.

[An arch of the eyebrow, toying with the towel. It’s a shame they were standing in the middle of the alleyway.]

Really now?
It’s a shame we’re in such a public venue, perhaps the towel would be unnecessary.

[Ah yes, quite awful indeed. Funny predicament, really. She was more or less in luck that this alley was one of the less crowded ones.
His eyebrow followed riiight after, arching upwards as a smirk crawled onto the dark lips.]

Oh, I know. It is heartwrenching.
I do hope you have spare clothes stashed somewhere, because I still am not lending you my pants.

littlebluevialrelief:

theglowdealer:

Ah, ah! They’d look all baggy on you, dearest.

Whatever would you need them for.

Why, to cover myself up with of course.
Or have you already forgotten that I’m in just a towel?

Mhm-hmmm.
I don’t see the problem. This look suits you.

littlebluevialrelief:

Oh, Mr. Wolf, I can be very possessive of a great many number of things. 

Perhaps your pants then? 

Ah, ah! They’d look all baggy on you, dearest.
Whatever would you need them for.

littlebluevialrelief:

theglowdealer: 

Are you comfortable in them, Puss?

Oh, yes. You aren’t getting them back anytime soon. 

Ah. You’re certainly one possessive kitten, aren’t you. Remind me not to let you borrow my coat.

littlebluevialrelief:

theglowdealer:

Should be. They’re yours.

Tut, tut. I did notice they’re a size or two too big.

Or three or four, Bigfoot. 

Are you comfortable in them, Puss?

Should be. They’re yours.

Tut, tut. I did notice they’re a size or two too big.

littlebluevialrelief:

Slinging the plastic bag that held her only belongings over her shoulder, she grabbed at his giant hand, tugging him along with her as they exited the motel. She made sure to leave both of their keys on the bed, slip the payment stub under the door, leave it unlocked with the little, ratty sign that said they were checking out hanging on the doorknob. It had been a while since Elise had stayed in a motel. Perhaps when she was younger, a small child even, with her parents. Shaking the thought from her head, the brunette tugged the wolf along in the direction of the nearest shopping plaza. 

She had decided internally that they were going clothing shopping first. Not for her, of course, except maybe if they came across a new pair of boots, since, looking down at her beat-up ones on her feet, she was in dire need of replacements. But more for Graves, who was still padding along beside her, blinking in the harsh light of the sun as if he had never seen daylight before.

That probably wasn’t too far off.

And she hadn’t been joking about wanting to see him in a suit.

“Okay, first, we’ll get you some new clothing. Not a lot, but I was kind of hoping for a suit. You got me all excited. Besides, Mama needs a new pair of boots. And your coat could use a cleaning, if you want, of course. Then we’ll tackle the apartment situation. We can always find another motel to stay at if we want. Sound okay?”

With no vocal objection to being tugged along by the tiny woman, he did all but let out a long, drawn-out sigh, like a father forcefully tugged along by his obviously more hyped-up spawn.
Be it through Disneyland or just the shopping plaza.
He’d pick Disneyland over it any day. And probably would not even get half as many weird glances and scrunched noses.

No wonder she forced him to go into shower, where he spent good three hours, abusing the privilege of being able to just stand there under the stream of hot water, humming along like the clichee shower singer.
He still smelled of goddamn flowers.
And Elise seemed to enjoy every moment of it.

Ouch, and the sun—OW. Sadly enough, it actually gave him a headache, eyes squinting so much that they were nothing but tiny, moist slits. Good thing he went easy on the paint this morning.
“Can’t we go in the shade?”

With a grumble, Graves pursed his lips together like an annoyed big child, listening on to his companion’s.. plans for the day.
Marvellous.
Shopping. Yay.

“Please, doll. Even if I argued, you’d do exactly like you planned. So let’s get this over with - it’s boiling in this coat all of a sudden…” Slightly shaking his head. “Can someone turn the sun down a little?”