slaughtersawyer

[slaughtersawyer]

She thinks momentarily, almost squinting as she mentally dissects his sentence, almost suspicious but deciding to brush it off. “Well.. I gotta find somewhere to buy cigs and rest fer the night, hope to see ya again at some point? The names Millie by th’ way.” She smiles softly, unfolding her army’s as she reaches into her pocket, pulling out a cigarette box with a two cigarettes left inside.

"There's a gas station up the road that got yer cigs. Be careful, though.. Old man that runs the place is a real piece'a work. But as of places to stay..yer on yer own." He warned. Dismissing her off with a hand. Giving a slight scoff as she pulled out the cigarettes.

[slaughtersawyer]

Oh I bet you hug like a warm teddy bear *ruffles hair*. Put your hands around my waist, just like that and i’ll hug you like this *wraps arm’s around neck*. See! Ya ain’t so cold afterall!

... I could squeeze ya to death right now. Y'know that, right??? Yet ya stand 'ere.. And want me to hug ya.

[slaughtersawyer]

She huffs slightly, pouting in almost a joking way. “Yall southern’rs ar’ no fun.” She mocks in a southern accent, folding her arms under her small bust. She mumbles a few curses under her breath, staring away into the sunflower fields of kingsland as she takes in the fresh air and ethereal rural sights.

(Love your blog sm btw, highlight of my day) 🥹

"We're plenty of fun! especially my family. Ya just gotta watch yer step.." He chuckled a little bit. Almost as if he was trying to taunt her. Her pout clearly amusing him.

(Awwww! 🥺 thank you! I'm so happy you enjoy it! That's very sweet! 🫂)

[slaughtersawyer]

Back of the truck is fine. Although I'd fuck you anywhere. ;)

Heh.. I'll keep that in mind then.

[slaughtersawyer]

Johnny boy, when you hug, do you prefer arms around the waist or neck?

Depends who's huggin' me. I don't really give hugs.

[slaughtersawyer]

*kisses you* wanna fuck?

Well ain't you just bold? I like that. Ya don't mind goin' in the back of the truck.. Do you?

[slaughtersawyer]

Please… can I leave the basement? I miss my girlfriend a lot please… I promise I wont try to run if you just please let me see Maria…

Maria? 'bout her... Uh- she's dead. Got hit by a truck so tragically.. She will be missed. Such a waste.

[slaughtersawyer]

She immediately flinches as he caught her wrist, her hand seizing and nails digging into her palms, preventing any sort of biting. “S-sorry. Just wanted ta giv’ you southerners a proper bri’ish hello I guess..” she hums lowly, avoiding any sort of eye contact with the tall man, since she is only 5’1 and found the height difference awfully intimidating.

He towers over her a little bit. His arms acrossed over his chest.

"Not everyday a Brit comes 'round 'ere. If ya haven't noticed, we southerners do it differently 'round here."

[slaughtersawyer]

“Nah it ain’ quit being soft, booping the snoot is a bri’ish way of callin’ someone cute.” She giggles, staring up at the tall man, attempting to boop him once more.

*he moved his face away, catching the wrist trying to Boop him.*

Keep it up and I'll bite yer finger off.

[slaughtersawyer]

*pinches cheek and ruffles hair* You’re pretty adorable for a bad man, Johnny.

*groans in annoyance as he fixes his hair.*

Ay ay ay! Don't mess up the hair! I put good work in'ta that! And I ain't adorable. That is no word to describe a man.

[slaughtersawyer]

uh… you don’t like guys right?

I don't prefer 'em, no. Why?

[slaughtersawyer]

*boops his snoot* O3O

*smacks the hand away*

Quit trynna touch my nose. It's weird.

[slaughtersawyer]

pls… let me out of the basement…

No.

[slaughtersawyer]

*continues to run away* quit being yo mana

M'kay. That don't even make sense.

[slaughtersawyer]

Johnny what do you look for in a woman? Like looks and personality

Eh... Dunno. A woman who ain't a pushover. Someone who can take what I can dish out, y'know? As for looks.. I ain't picky bout that.

[slaughtersawyer]

Pulls a tank out of my ass try me

I-... I ain't drunk 'nough for this shit-

[slaughtersawyer]

The only shit I hear is you yappin'.

"Johnny! Have ya seen my art piece anywhere? I put what I was workin on down and it disappeared"

- @its-a-good-picture

.... Ya think I'd willingly touch one of yer gross-ass creepy pictures? Get outta here.