"The kind that comes off easy." Since talking wasn't resolving much, Noire took a step closer until she was crowding in Natah's space. "You want me to try them on?"

Noire cracked a smile that worsened her already split lip. "Playin' hard to get, huh." She took a handful of Natah's hair and pulled her closer. "You know you aren't winnin' this one, but that's the fun part, isn't it?"

"You sure as shit aren't fragile. What difference does a feel bruises make?" Noire tilted Natah's head up until she wouldn't budge another inch then kissed her fiercely. It was a mess of spit and blood.

"Yeah. I'm sure that's all there is to it." Noire held out her mitt of a hand in offering. While she had no idea what part of this got Natah's rocks off she was happy to find out.

My standards are low. Just need a girl with fat tits or nice hips and I'm settled.

You go for the mutt, you're gonna get a mutt.

Hey. Least they kept my tongue.

Noire kissed her until she had to breathe and only then did she pry them apart. The hand in Natah's hair went to her throat. The cold metal squeezed her windpipe enough to be noticeable. "Now, you wanna try that again before I gotta get persuasive?"

You sure? I've got the sense you've forgotten.

I'm gonna stuff it between your legs.

By some miracle Noire didn't say a word. Rather, she observed Natah's expression and flexed her fingers. "Okay. I won't," she said. "You want me to put the other one on too?"

This metaphor lasted longer than expected. "What do you want with a dog?" she asked. The question had readily apparent answers but Theodora wasn't asking all people about all dogs, she was asking Ianthe about her. Even then she didn't expect an honest answer.

'Cause I've got the mug to back it up. Good place to sit.

I balance you out.

🤨

Was there anything more romantic than beating someone for your boss? Noire's knuckles were crimson by the time she pulled away. On the concrete was a bloodied husk. She turned to @BloodiedLights and spoke through the thick material of her mask. "Think I hit him hard enough."

In her sleepy state, Noire rolls on top of ‍‍ ‍ ‍‍ 𝔫𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱𝔠𝔯𝔞𝔴𝔩𝔢𝔯.

Noire is not budging. She's out like a rock. Utterly unresponsive.

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