voicetesting like whoa

[scissions]

You finally caved, huh? Spent all that time saying you didn't have the guts to pull me off, but here we are. [A breathy laugh, a scoff, and Kyra's chin lifts, every bit cold and condescending.] I still don't think you have the guts. I don't think you can keep up with me.

[She bobs her shoulders carelessly, like it doesn't bother her: the idea of being cooped up somewhere else with a bunch of people she couldn't give two shits about.]

Let's make it a game, then. See who can hold out the longest, me or you.

You up for it?

Comments

[columblind]

Well, that's one way t' make this shit hole a little more fun. I'd bet your mun-whatever runs outta steam, you look like a pain in the ass.

[no vitriol, just sayin]

[scissions]

[Even if it were meant as a jab, Kyra still would have taken it as a compliment. Being a pain in the ass is one of her favorite things. She smirks, canting her head.]

This isn't the first time I've been tossed into a shit hole. I've gotten good at finding ways to have fun, and the nervous ones are so easy to mess with.

[columblind]

Totally. You'd think they had more balls, pickin' up assholes like us. [he shrugs. guess not!]

[scissions]

If the things I've heard are anything to go by, they don't have the best judgment. [Oh well, her mun's funeral. That's fine, too. She nods her head towards Tate, curious.] What'd you do to make your mun nervous of you? [Aside from having the most worrying hilarious icon keywords ever.]

[columblind]

[ty ty, his mun is very proud of her terrible choices. just like Tate seems to be proud of his when he opens his mouth]

Ohh, tons o' shit. They say I'm crazy, a ticking time bomb, and when I go off, I'm takin' everyone fuckin' with me. [he leans forward into Kyra's space and deepens his voice a few notes, gravelly] What they don't get is I'm not goin' with 'em. Heaven ain't no place for me.

[he leans back and continues conversationally :) ] Really, I'm just helpin' out. My mun's a pussy.

[scissions]

Huh. [Kyra lifts her chin, regarding him with a carefully impartial look, one that doesn't say whether she's impressed or not. Truth is, she's pleased that this guy isn't a goody-two-shoes full of hearts and rainbows. She doesn't even flinch when he leans in. He seems like a killer, just like her. That's good enough for her.] Heaven's just a bunch of bullshit someone made up to keep people in line anyway.

They could all use some toughening up.

this is the start of a beautiful friendship

[columblind]

[oh, he likes her. the way she reacts to him, he figures she gets it. not many people he meets do. so yes, he's most certainly a killer. a corner of his lips quirk up, and it's got a razor's edge to it]

Right? Definitely. Scare 'em outta their little sunshine worlds an' show 'em the filthy world they really live in. Maybe then they'd be more fun.