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Post by indeath on Aug 27, 2023 5:51:12 GMT -6
Grim relaxed as the gun was holstered. Grim’s face was obviously anxious at the chair gymnastics however. Marceline had given him that chair and he didn’t want to have to tell her if it was broken. Still he pulled out the box of bullets dropping it down on the desk in front of Kay with a loud clang.
“I’ll take it. Nice to meet you. Help yourself. It’s Grim.”
There was no point hiding his name since it was written on the door. At least he wasn’t forced to be truthful like with Julean. He pulled out a few bottles of whiskey and handed one to Kail.
“How do you usually… ‘get it done’? You’re clearly as bout as human as I am. I’m more of a dagger man myself. Hard from behind ya know?”
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Post by qhostqrowls on Aug 27, 2023 19:00:26 GMT -6
“Thank you kindly.” The youth scooped a generous handful of bullets and dropped them into his backpack. It was gonna be heavy to lug all the way back home, but it would be worth it for how much it would all sell for.
“My teeth or claws.” Kail said bluntly. “Just take a chunk outta their neck or spill their guts. I like knives, though, more clean but not half as fun.”
He held up a hand, counting on his fingers. They were blackened as if by frostbite, his nails morphing slowly into almost bear-like claws.
“But I also like a good rifle, arrows or a spear or ‘sum similar if I’m feeling oldschool…molotov’s for hunters if they’re a particularly bad bunch. But yeah, usually just the good ol’ built in weapons.”
He flashed a sharp smile.
“So how often do you gotta shank people for a case? I thought the worse you’d get is shit like the stunt we just pulled.”
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Post by indeath on Aug 28, 2023 18:49:04 GMT -6
Grim blinked as he realized he was playing host to a straight up killer. Sadly it wasn’t even the first time, though most of the others ended pretty pleasantly. Some in the ER. He smiled widely at the memory, playing it cool. He took one of the bottles and emptied it into his stomach, burped loudly. Much better.
“Very cool and I thought mine were sharp.”
He showed his long fingers each with a black sharp pointed nail. He preferred not to use them because breaking them hurt like a mother.
“I mean why not, if you’ve got it flaunt it, right? You might not know it to look at me but uh I have seen the inside of a jail cell on a few occasions. Even went to juvi for a couple years. So yeah I’ve shanked a few people in my day. Used to run with a gang. Old habits die hard it seems. Haven’t committed arson in a while though…”
Grim hoped it didn’t come back to bite him. He slumped into his chair as the room span a little.
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Post by qhostqrowls on Aug 28, 2023 23:35:23 GMT -6
“Wouldn’t have guessed it.” Kail agreed, slouched comfortably back in the chair. His icy gaze tracked around the room, but for the most part, he just watched Grim with a vaguely predatory intensity. He sipped slowly at his own bottle, knowing even if he chugged it the alcohol wouldn’t hit him half as fast as it should.
His new friend was seeming a little woozy though, and his lips curled into a lazy grin when he slumped in the chair opposite him. High functioning alcoholic? Or just seedy in general? He supposed he wasn’t one to talk, and gazed briefly out the window as if in contemplation.
“Go on, have another. We earned it.”
He raised his bottle in a cheers, and downed it. The taste of alcohol was dull, but somehow still vaguely unpleasant.
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Post by indeath on Aug 31, 2023 2:02:30 GMT -6
“Fuck yessh we do!”
Grim wiggled further down in his chair which was starting to feel rather comfortable. His previous concerns seemed to float away on a sea of alcohol. He leaned over the desk to grab a fuller bottle knocking several things off the desk in the process. The box went flying off with a crash spraying bullets all over the floor. Grim paid it no mind putting his own feet up on the desk and taking a messy skull from the bottle.
“Ya know we sshhhould do morrr of thishhh, right? I’m right! Jusst gimme yerr numberr I won’t semnd yerr dick picksh or nothin’. Just some fun… I dessherve fun after what I’ve been through..”
He hiccuped loudly, continuing to mumble incoherently on about all his ‘hardships’ and a fucking devil. Then they became murmurs then snores as the goblin fell into a drunken slumber. The bottle slipped from his hands, alcohol pooling over the bullets. It was going to be a sticky mess in the morning.
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Post by qhostqrowls on Sept 1, 2023 1:59:36 GMT -6
“…yeah, don’t send none of that.” Kail scrawled down his number, and slouched back in his seat. It was for one of his burner phones anyway.
He kept pushing the goblin to drink, egging him on with shots and encouragement for each lengthy chug. With his thin frame, the amount he drunk should have had him passed out ten drinks ago, but the most the wendigo felt was a slight buzz. Cold eyes watched as Grims movements got sloppier, as his eyelids fluttered closed.
Kail stood, stepping delicately around the spilt bottle. He scooped his bag from the floor, and then promptly dug into Grims stash - taking the two nicest jewellery pieces. He hummed to himself, circling around to the desk, rummaging through the drawers for spare cash or anything or interest.
Satisfied, he made his way to the door, shutting it gently behind him and beginning the long trek back to the surface.
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