[Listen, if Flamebringer suddenly wasn't mouthy, Wolfwood would be convinced he was the doppelganger. But no, it's very clear that he has the real deal here with him. He's the only guy he knows that would be THIS fucking wired after dueling himself to the death, other than maybe Razlo.
Wolfwood doesn't immediately go for the drawer. Instead, he grins, toothy and wide as he stalks over to the edge of the bed where Flamebringer already sits.
He'll just take the liberty of planting his knee in the middle of the Sarkaz's chest, pushing him down so that he's laying flat on his back underneath him.]
There ain't gonna be any tryin', sweetheart. Hope you're ready to get your shit fucking rocked.
[He HAS to blow this asshole's mind, especially since he knows it's going to take 110$ of his energy to do so given that he can't exactly beat Mr. Two-Cocks over here.
From there, Wolfwood doesn't give him a chance to reply. He just surges forward and grabs him by the lapels, still half-crawled up on top of him, nearly seated on his chest given the angle as he crashes their mouths together in a bruising kiss.]
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Wolfwood doesn't immediately go for the drawer. Instead, he grins, toothy and wide as he stalks over to the edge of the bed where Flamebringer already sits.
He'll just take the liberty of planting his knee in the middle of the Sarkaz's chest, pushing him down so that he's laying flat on his back underneath him.]
There ain't gonna be any tryin', sweetheart. Hope you're ready to get your shit fucking rocked.
[He HAS to blow this asshole's mind, especially since he knows it's going to take 110$ of his energy to do so given that he can't exactly beat Mr. Two-Cocks over here.
From there, Wolfwood doesn't give him a chance to reply. He just surges forward and grabs him by the lapels, still half-crawled up on top of him, nearly seated on his chest given the angle as he crashes their mouths together in a bruising kiss.]