04-22-2023, 06:56 AM
See? Now this he liked. Attitude. Playful? Sure. But it was attitude all the same. He wasn't sure if she meant to kick her uncle's ass or kick ass to get her uncle. And frankly, he didn't care. (But both. It was probably both).
Plenty of people needed ass kicking in the world. In his high estimation- after dealing with more than his share of dicks in his line of work- the more ass kickers out doing the job, the better. Ass Kickers United....yeah. He liked the sound of that...almost as much as the sound of her fist smacking her hand. Not the smack part. But slapping and spanking sounded pretty similar. So, you know...
Anyway, so she decided turn about was fair play and ostentatiously eyed him up and down in turn. And, in case anyone wondered, he didn't mind in the slightest. He thought about posing- well not really. Maybe Blue Steel or something like that. Not sticking his ass out. That would probably be too much. But nah. That was dumb.
So anyway (again. Jeez, these tangents took forever to come back from. Lady Spectra was waiting, now, a bit bored, he supposed. But this was her doing. What was he supposed to do about it?) Where was he? Oh yeah, so anyway. punk rock girl decides he's good enough to join her.
Which he was. Good enough, I mean. Plenty, actually. So he juts his chin out with a grin. "Sure thing, doll. Happy to escort you through these perfumed tunnels. Maybe we find some ass to kick, too." He stuck his hand out.
So now, every girl was different. Guys to. And everyone in between. How he decided to be with them was just as fluid. And then there was the place. This place, to be clear. Dirty dingy tunnels. And so for him at that moment with this particular girl, a handshake seemed right. She was tough and no nonsense. And he had no doubt she'd laugh in his face if he tried a line or made a move on her like he might with someone else in a different place. Something more flowery and formal.
And anyway, they were gonna go exploring. And if they were going to be traipsing around these tunnels together, they should at least kinda sorta have some sort of introduction. "Name's Mik." He looked around, including back the way he'd come, before motioning her to lead the way. He wasn't worried. Not really. "I'm game...but let's not get lost down here. The homeless folkses down here look tough. I'd rather not have to live off old leather if we can't find a way out."
He grinned, though "Unless you know how to cook old leather. In which case, I guess it doesn't matter."
Plenty of people needed ass kicking in the world. In his high estimation- after dealing with more than his share of dicks in his line of work- the more ass kickers out doing the job, the better. Ass Kickers United....yeah. He liked the sound of that...almost as much as the sound of her fist smacking her hand. Not the smack part. But slapping and spanking sounded pretty similar. So, you know...
Anyway, so she decided turn about was fair play and ostentatiously eyed him up and down in turn. And, in case anyone wondered, he didn't mind in the slightest. He thought about posing- well not really. Maybe Blue Steel or something like that. Not sticking his ass out. That would probably be too much. But nah. That was dumb.
So anyway (again. Jeez, these tangents took forever to come back from. Lady Spectra was waiting, now, a bit bored, he supposed. But this was her doing. What was he supposed to do about it?) Where was he? Oh yeah, so anyway. punk rock girl decides he's good enough to join her.
Which he was. Good enough, I mean. Plenty, actually. So he juts his chin out with a grin. "Sure thing, doll. Happy to escort you through these perfumed tunnels. Maybe we find some ass to kick, too." He stuck his hand out.
So now, every girl was different. Guys to. And everyone in between. How he decided to be with them was just as fluid. And then there was the place. This place, to be clear. Dirty dingy tunnels. And so for him at that moment with this particular girl, a handshake seemed right. She was tough and no nonsense. And he had no doubt she'd laugh in his face if he tried a line or made a move on her like he might with someone else in a different place. Something more flowery and formal.
And anyway, they were gonna go exploring. And if they were going to be traipsing around these tunnels together, they should at least kinda sorta have some sort of introduction. "Name's Mik." He looked around, including back the way he'd come, before motioning her to lead the way. He wasn't worried. Not really. "I'm game...but let's not get lost down here. The homeless folkses down here look tough. I'd rather not have to live off old leather if we can't find a way out."
He grinned, though "Unless you know how to cook old leather. In which case, I guess it doesn't matter."
"Good and ill.
We're like the wind,
we blows both ways."
- Mad Sweeney, American Gods
- Mad Sweeney, American Gods