07-16-2020, 02:45 AM
A grin split Mik's face. Pretty boy with the arm tats he'd wanted to trace. He took in the clothes- much too fine for a place like this. Course anything was too nice for a place like this!- and barked a laugh. "You ain't kidding me, doll. Some royally fucked up funk down here. Gonna need an acid bath when I get home."
Whether Doll here was with him was another matter. He imagined he saw twinkling eyes in a dark face, her tight curly hair neatly razored into sharp lines. Ahh, his Lady was about that was for sure. Too much coincidence for anything else.
His light swung around to peer into the distance, as if trying to see what it had been that had peeked Dollface's attention. "Yeah," he said absently, thinking back to Li's dojo and that skull or whatever. What had he called it? Omni? "You're not wrong to be careful. Buddy of mine showed me a head of something he killed. Wasn't like anything you'd see at the museum. Living, I mean."
He snorted. "Claw marks across his torso was no joke neither. Not like Fluffy got a little carried away with the yarn." He looked back at Dollface, smirk deepening, one eyebrow waggling suggestively. "And not the fun kind you get from a visit to Cosette's dungeon either." The slow intricate process of Shibari binding, knots and rope so responsive to his struggles, turning him into a bound work of art, was stimulating, to say the least.
At least until the smells reminded him where he was. Still, the seed had been planted. Anyway, back to reality. "Yeah, some nasty things out there, it seems. Lady Luck has to keep it interesting, right?"
He swung his head back the way he'd come, jerking in that direction. "Still, I know the way out, if you wanna jet. Have map of sorts," he said, tapping his head.
Mostly, anyway. As he walked, he spoke idly. "You out looking for trouble? I am," he added quickly. "Guy I know, the one with the scar, said there were fun things to find down here. Figure it might be fun to see what's what."
Whether Doll here was with him was another matter. He imagined he saw twinkling eyes in a dark face, her tight curly hair neatly razored into sharp lines. Ahh, his Lady was about that was for sure. Too much coincidence for anything else.
His light swung around to peer into the distance, as if trying to see what it had been that had peeked Dollface's attention. "Yeah," he said absently, thinking back to Li's dojo and that skull or whatever. What had he called it? Omni? "You're not wrong to be careful. Buddy of mine showed me a head of something he killed. Wasn't like anything you'd see at the museum. Living, I mean."
He snorted. "Claw marks across his torso was no joke neither. Not like Fluffy got a little carried away with the yarn." He looked back at Dollface, smirk deepening, one eyebrow waggling suggestively. "And not the fun kind you get from a visit to Cosette's dungeon either." The slow intricate process of Shibari binding, knots and rope so responsive to his struggles, turning him into a bound work of art, was stimulating, to say the least.
At least until the smells reminded him where he was. Still, the seed had been planted. Anyway, back to reality. "Yeah, some nasty things out there, it seems. Lady Luck has to keep it interesting, right?"
He swung his head back the way he'd come, jerking in that direction. "Still, I know the way out, if you wanna jet. Have map of sorts," he said, tapping his head.
Mostly, anyway. As he walked, he spoke idly. "You out looking for trouble? I am," he added quickly. "Guy I know, the one with the scar, said there were fun things to find down here. Figure it might be fun to see what's what."
"Good and ill.
We're like the wind,
we blows both ways."
- Mad Sweeney, American Gods
- Mad Sweeney, American Gods