#why am I alive <> verse 001

[reddragon-cowboy]

@chatcambrioleur | Liked for a sentence starter

❝ You seem to be in a hurry. What's the rush? One may think you got a bounty on that head of yours. ❞

[reddragon-cowboy]

he doesn't miss a beat as he chooses to play along. ❝ Y'mean what those... uh... what you call em ? ❞ his center of focus shifts up to the celling. a short pause, and he's snaping his fingers a couple times as his mind searches for the correct term for a moment. ❝ Oh uh the cavemen, yea, what the cavemen listened to ? ❞ teeth actually makes a small appearance in the smirk that pry his lips open. futuristic man who lives a life swimming among the stars never quite gained much of an interest in the primitive teachings of earth, or whatever nonsense or propaganda spouted during those times that was absorbed into the masses; he just barely recalls the names of former presidents of the USA.

however, curiosity tugs at him by a string, piques his full attention at the ( special ) offer his comrade lays upon the table for him to select . a personal playlist veered towards his own interests ? barely did Spike disclose much of his interests to the souls that live alongside him on the Bebop, preferring to keep certain treasuries close to his heart where none possess the key to unlock. he drapes his arm over the back of the couch, crosses an ankle over his knee, wonders what Jet could possibly add to the list should he actually see through with the notion .

he only lifts a palm face side up, and offers a simple shrug of his shoulder, casual with a tilt of his head and eyes which easily close . ❝ heh, pick what ya think I'll like. . . I'm sure it'll be something old school anyway. . . sides. . . ❞ head shifts slight at the sound of running water, Faye drawing a bath most like from the other room down one of the corridors, ❝ -need somethin to distract me from hearing another certain mouth on this ship . ❞

jet listened.

first he didn't say anything to it. didn't really care. he was still a bit salty about the first five minutes of their conversation. but he also simply liked a good conversation about music every once in a while.

❝ early earth music? ❞ eyebrows rose a little. ❝ how early? stone age? then all you get is rocks against a wall. ❞ jet smirked. he could tease spike just the same.

❝ look if you're looking for something that 'rocks with you' i'm sure i could make you a little playlist of some sorts. pretty sure you'd like it. earth had some amazing musicians back then. some underrated ones and some of them were way too hyped too. but see for yourself why don't ya... huh buddy? ❞  

[paladzin-blog]

I was going to try  &  keep reblogging my original post with my headcanon list but. . .  it’s getting ridiculously long  &  I thought of one I wanted to add but it’s more of a huge long too explained thing on Levi  &  sleep.  ikr wtf is my problem that I want to write that  ??  so instead here’s yet another huge list of my headcanons to keep myself sane. a warning these are the same with a very few minor tweaks too them.  ** a note  ** I am not in no way speaking for other Levi RPers nor am I speaking for Isayama’s take on Levi. these are all my own views on Levi’s character  &  how I see him.

001  .  Levi is not incapable of having conversations,  he’s more so adapt to fall under the line of being socially awkward.  as in,  when he says one thing but does another.  his way of lightening up the mood  &  getting his points across.  it’s been confirmed that Hange is considered an official translator for Levi meaning she says what he is trying to say.  this could be from the poor development of social skills growing up which I am heavily implying it is.  but this is in no way saying he’s not capable of having conversations. he’s more of a cryptic speaker so to say.

002  .  Tying into my first headcanon,  while Levi often is a man of cryptic language  &  very few words at most times,  this does not mean he drops a curse word every five minutes in his speech.  yes,  we all get it  !  he used shit a few times but that does not reflect upon his vocabulary being single squashed to curse words alone.  but this also goes for calling cadets brat.  holy shit,  I’m not sure if I missed something  (  in which case please let me know  )  but that word was only used ONCE  maybe twice  ??  at most.  he does not constantly belittle his cadets with verbal abuse by name calling.

003  .  This one is a bit. . . iffy.  I don’t want to go as far as saying Levi is not entirely not abusive but I want to end the idea that people have.  where he’s a constant abuser especially towards Eren.  I think we all know where this headcanon is going next.  the infamous court room scene.  from what I gather we are all reading  /  watching the same thing.  Levi beat Eren in that situation to PROVE the legion was the best suited place to keep Eren not to mention HE SAVED EREN’S LIFE.  Re-call that the MP wanted to nearly if not entirely kill Eren. who knows what those shady assholes would have done.  let alone in the fact that Levi is obeying orders.  Re-call that Levi even personally asked Eren if he hated him  &  even went as far as asking if he understood why he did it. he wanted to ensure that Eren KNEW the reason  &  this was not done out of wanting to get off from beating up a kid.  he fucking saved a life for fucks’ sake  !  HOWEVER.  I know there’s been a huge debate over Levi  &  Historia when he grabbed her by the collar of her shirt.  I am not in any way condoning his behavior in that moment. I am not going to make excuses either on why he did that but I have given a little thought  &  I am wondering if perhaps it has to do with his upbringing  &  the way he conveys things.  they are in a dire situation  &  I think in that moment Levi was over loaded but regardless and again I’m not excusing his behavior. I am well aware of the choices he makes  &  yes, believe it or not there are some I don’t agree with. but this headcanon is more or less simply stating Levi is not abusive 24 / 7  &  he does not get off on beating up or belittling his squad.

004  .  Levi does not beat up anyone without having a reason or motive behind the actions.  before you even bring up ACWNR do heavily remember that it is NOT CANON. I am basing this off SNK manga alone.  From the flashbacks we’re given in the canon material,  Levi as a child did attack  &  even kill people however I think there was still motive.  that motive was IMPRESSING Kenny.  was trying to prove himself to Kenny  &  yaknow,  survive. I do think as a child he did throw caution to wind UNTIL he grew.  People change in real life so why not fictional characters.  there are moments we see visible emotions in him  &  those moments always come with consequences to whomever has caused him this distressed.  I haven’t seen him go up to an innocent by stander  &  beat the shit out of them for not reason.  Levi is a man of action  &  honestly, most of the time if not all the times he has beat up someone it’s because they are a threat to his survival or those he deems trustworthy.

005  .  This has been brought to my attention that the Ackerman family line was spoken about in the later chapters though I’m not sure which ones. while I have not read them yet, this headcanon will remain in tact unless I am informed otherwise.  as far as to my knowledge, Mikasa is the only asian alive. So Levi in his canon verse until it is confirmed by the author himself he is not related to Mikasa in any way except for the same bloodline. I am simply saying he’s not a brother or uncle but a mere descent of the same line. again, this headcanon could possibly change and most likely will once I get my hands on the hard copy.

006  .  There is no huge disrespect coming from Levi towards Erwin  ??  I’m weary of where this concept formed but to each to his own.  I’m not going for the intention that Levi blindly trusts Erwin but I will say he does trust him to an extent.  Levi is fully aware of the choices Erwin makes  &  while he does follow through with orders,  Levi does question at times,  wants to know his motives.  he can fully interject his opinion  /  thought at any given time.  but to out right say he disrespects Erwin  ??  that’s pushing it.

007  .  Levi is not a clean freak.  If he cared that immensely do you think he’d grab a dying comrade’s hand that is bloody  ?  he was COVERED in blood when he attacked Annie,  he was covered in blood when he took down Zeke’s titans to take down Zeke himself.  Did you see him once stop to clean himself off  ?  Based off his assumed living conditions shown in the canon manga when Kenny gets introduced,  I can’t blame him for wanting a clean environment but for fucks’ sake  !  that doesn’t mean he is obsessed with cleaning. needless to say,  my muse won’t go bat shit kick your ass mode when  /  if  you make a mess. He’ll ask you to clean for sure  &  make sure you do a good job of it but to say he’ll beat your muse up over it  ?  NO.

008  .  Levi’s nickname for Hange is dropped the moment they change status  .  this is a sign of respect but also as a way to  .  .  .  not remind them of the trauma per say that they went through  .  ALSO.  let this also serve as a reminder that Levi does not abuse Hange.  Hange is someone that stands for the right thing,  gives justice when served but to have people say that Hange willingly or not let’s abuse them  ?  are you kidding me  ?  They threatened to throw someone off a wall.  they have been CONFIRMED by Isayama that they are the scariest when angered.  Levi has a huge fucking amount of respect for Hange  &  even more so because of their position now. 

009  .  While Levi often says make a choice with the least regret I want to make it noted heALWAYS makes it known he does not know the true right choice  ,  this leads me to highlybelieve that yes  ,  at some points he does experience regret  .  he is HUMAN  .  however  ,  I think he does try to move forward because that is the only way he has known to go  .

010 .  I often been on the fence about this headcanon  .  because of  the known parts of the ackermans I do highly wonder what is his ethnicity  ?  His first name often comes up to searches with Jewish  /  Hewbrew roots so  ?  this headcanon is incomplete but will be updated with time as I dig a bit more into his character  .

011 .  Levi is aromantic  /  asexual  .  I did have an entire meta on this but I deleted it however I will state because of past experiences shown in canon material (  not acwnr  ) and because of their situation  ,  I have made my own Levi canonly be asexual  /  aromantic however he could possibly lean toward demiromantic  .  this whole meta will be back up  &  hopefully more organized than my last one  :)

012 .  Levi is not french  .  his name is not riva / rivialle  .  it’s been canon  /  concrete confirmed by Isayama himself. this misconception I believe came from how it’s pronounced but I don’t believe Levi is french in the least.

013  .  going back on a headcanon that was made through an ask  . reason one  ,  I fully ended up extending the first headcanon  ( which I might just trash )  &  two  ,  canon evidence from reading death scenes where he is involved  . GUILT  :  in plain is derived from loosing people in battle  .  his expressions concerning the 1.0 squad  ,  the way he internally fell apart and outwardly when a squad not of his own was killed  ,  I think it’s safe for me to presume that there is always going to be guilt associated with Levi when there is death especially under his care  .

014  .  while this isn’t headcanon per say  ,  I want it known that Levi is not the scariest character  .  yes  ,  he has a personality that you can feel in a room  ,  yes his wrath has no boundaries  ,  he can surely drop kick anyone with good reasoning  &  yes he does strike fear per say BUT it is actually concrete confirmed that Hange Zoe is the scariest when angry  .  I felt the need to include this because I know some people have this notion that he’s some scary over lord &  everyone including veterans are afraid him .  but that’s not the case  ,  I don’t think Levi means to always  /  constantly strike fear into everyone but this doesn’t go without saying he isn’t someone to underestimate either  .

015  .  while it could also highly be genetics that have caused his stunt in growth  ,  I want to also note it could also be the factor of the lack of vitamin D which of course can be preferably termed lack of sunlight  .  I did mild research for this  &  lack of vitamin D can cause effects on bone growth  /  density  in other words  :  skeletal deformities among other things which I didn’t look too much into  .  I’m not placing the entire blame per say on the sun alone but Kai ( @atlaswinged​ )  also brought up another good point  :  his diet growing up  .  which I didn’t even consider but it is also a high key factor .  it’s safe (  nearly safe  )  to presume that this could be factors into his height  .

016  .  this is a wild belief  :  a possible wish as well for Levi to be partial Jewish  /  Hebrew  .  as it stands & I have been informed there was information on the ackermans however  :  both names first  &  last draw back to Jewish  /  Hebrew roots  .  meanwhile Levi’s eye shape is a curiosity in itself  ?  they are almond shape a possible coincidence that it is there or perhaps a hint of possible of ethnicity’s in him or just genetics  .  Mikasa was told to be the last Asian alive but one can speculate  .  not so much a headcanon but a mere thought on Levi’s ethnicity  .

017  .  Levi may actually have more health related issues due to poor diet but also lack of sleep.  Lack of sleep has a lot of diseases connected to it  &  while I know they are just fictional characters, I can’t help but wonder what is the mere 2 - 3 hours of sleep really doing to Levi  ?  Not to mention everyone else  ?  I plan to fully come back to this headcanon  or just possibly write a meta on it. I’m not saying he has the general insomnia but there’s definitely underlying causes to the lack of sleep he has.

[reddragon-cowboy]

"what's the name of that guy who just threatened to bump into my ship if i don't get it *out of his way*?!" (he's referring to jet) - @crownfly

❝ You're kinda nosey, huh. ❞ One could detect a smirk in his voice when it carries over through the intercom, nestled within the cozy cockpit of Swordfish II as he steers closer to the cocoon-like ship directly in his view. His comrade stationed behind the wheel of Bebop sent Spike out to act as a mediator of sorts, utilized to take care of the dirty work as usual when most issues arise. . . not that Spike particularly mind if the mood swayed correct.

There was enough space between the two as his mono-craft hovers at a safe distance. And the bounty hunter was in a good mood to rally the other up ( for the sake of fun). ❝ What happened to introductions first before giving out names ? My partner is kinda old-fashioned like that, ya' see. There's gotta be some compromise here. ❞

[reddragon-cowboy]

@gorillicious * continued

In his soft hold fingers clasped the cigarette, pries it out his mouth before a small snicker takes its place, gusts forth between lips humorless and derisive in a sharp breath. ❝ Riiiiight… ❞   the word is drawled out with no effort, neck exposed as it stretches so his nape may fall on the backrest of the couch, and his eyes lazily trace the blades slow rotation of the fan above him, ❝ …and…do you believe she'll hold her end of the bargain? ❞   Spike inquired, elbow bent as he guides the stick into his mouth.

Now, Spike known Jet to be an intelligent, sharp, capable man; a former I.S.S.P officer whose experience with corruption in the system stirred enough repulsion that led to his eventual resignation from the force. And alongside Spike, has become well versed in the artful tune that Faye masterfully plays on deceptive chords that fell in harmony with her wily nature. Why take that chance with her? Spike couldn’t fathom nor wrap his mind around it. She'd dillydally and dance her jolly way around paying back most loans or money generously given out of a person’s mercy, embellished by good sweet grace, squandering it all on gambling while the rest spent ( or stolen ) towards fancy clothes and beauty products he’d find lying about on the ship.

He abandons his cigarette, holding it off to the side as he rubs at his eyes. Hard. As if warding off an incoming headache. ❝ She already got that massive debt hanging over her head, and who knows what else she's not telling us...y’know she’s made herself a lot of enemies - that’s one sneaky minx... ❞ Expression pinched as he scowled, denotes displeasure where eyebrows draw together, and ashes fall when he lightly dabs his stick over the ashtray beside him.

Then, the kicker that takes the cake once every word sinks through his moppy bed of hair: Jet’s marvelous plan to include him on offering that ‘woman’ money. Such a shock rushed through him that flew open his eyes. Feet became roughly planted on the ground ( with enough impact to rattle the vase ) as his torso lurched forward, accompanied by the perplexed, dramatic look fixed upon his face, mouth hung agape that said: ‘you gotta be kiddin me, ’ which wasn’t too far off when he finds his voice.

❝ Y-you’ve gotta be pulling my leg! Ain’t no way I’m throwing money her way! ❞ his hand swiftly strikes through the air in a wide arc, ❝ I barely have much money as is, Jet. It all get spent on ammunition and artillery that I use for bounty heads. All she'd do is blow the dough that you give her on those dumb horse races to even pay up! Along with that bitter attitude of hers, she's just more trouble than she's worth. ❞  

Of course, if it was any other women who wasn’t as troublesome and instead, more pleasant company, he might’ve, might, been inspired to incline himself to help the dame out of a ditch out of his own pocket.

But…Faye…well…she was a different case.

[reddragon-cowboy]

he is quiet, chest rises and falls as he breathes silently. and in this room, under his heavy hooded lids does his eyes observe her steadily in the dim light. he resembles something akin to a feline who lurks quietly beneath the dark veil of night, hunting amongst tall grass with keen skill of a sharp gaze. pupils focused and unmoving from the lovely sight of a woman who craves a sense of belonging. maybe. . . if she could offer herself as a sacrifice to be caught as his prey, caught in the tent of sharp claws, dangles with the possibility that she could belong to him. become surrounded in the arms of his own unique, personal warmth where the flicker of a voracious fire crackles in his chest.

her voice feels just as cool as her form appears, sounds like icicles caressing his ears. the way she chooses to speak seems distant and small with a diffident quality unusual of her character, lacking its usual fire that tends to spark to life at the tip of her tongue. but the bounty hunter can't help but be even more intrigued at this drastic shift of her condition, as he grows ever more enticed by this peculiar nakedness in which she offers a small portion of vulnerability where she tends to keep hidden behind a bitter mask. only now has fallen away from her grasp.

Faye suddenly responds with a statement of sorts, or a simple observation of his appearance she deems attractive. and it's almost sensual in the way a hum deeply sounds from his throat, and the curly fringe of his hair falls in motion when his head slowly tilts to the left, his lashes resting his eyes close. ❝ Hmmmm. . . I see. . . ❞ he murmurs lowly, the flavor of his voice tastes smokey that fills within the undertone of his breath. he chooses to believe her words tell of her attraction towards him instead of the heat his body clearly radiates.

and if so, was it a confession? the utterance of her lips that trickle with longing in the deep bowels of her being where a bowl laid in wait, filled to the brim with desires that ripples in anticipation, waiting to be touched by a mere dip of his finger. a declaration where the cravings of her heart beats for the thirst of his blood to flow in the veins of her own? to become one?

it could be so, he thinks, as the possibility increases a moment later when another opportunity arises over the horizon. when eyes open to find Faye lifting his hands in her own and touches them upon her cheeks as his palms cup her face. he looks on with a silent stare, with silent lips slightly parted, as there was something intimate to be found here in this cool climate where he stumbles upon an earthly gem lost in the dark. one he discovers while his thumbs stroke over the hill of her cheeks, in this closeness that gets ever tighter as he then moves one hand away from her face. instead, it lowers to fall on her waist, fingers tapping along the soft skin there, and his thigh's part wider as he draws closer to her body, enough for her legs to be caught in the middle.

❝ You mean to say. . . I make you feel good ? ❞ the inquiry is as still and patient as his eyes that doesn't waver from Faye's visage, though, amusement surfaces in the smirk that gently tug at his lips. ❝ You're jus a doll, aren't you ? ❞ he ran his tongue over his bottom lip for a quick lick. and he pushes the teasing further as he traces his finger the curve of her jaw, enough to cause a shiver should she be sensitive to slow sensual touches. ❝ Now, you wouldn't mind telling me how else I make you feel, would you ? I can warm you up a bit more. . . if that's what you need. ❞

the darkness no longer beckons her. not when spike emerges like a mirage, a handsome bastion of warmth, proposing a vow to strip her solitude away just with a single look—his voice, hypnotic. the air around him is different; he feels different. she's not bothered by him and not one iota of her entire body feels compelled to tear away. once the shock clears, she's smiling with uncharacteristic timidness. ❝ it's okay, ❞ she says, with a voice that feels awfully small. those words probably won't reach him. ❝ you're so hot, ❞ is what follows, much louder now, seemingly forced out from the deepest trenches of her chest. not meant to inflate his ego but to express that he's almost too hot to the touch. was she really that cold? did she really mean it that way? faye nearly pulls away out of fear that spike may singe her with his heat—but then faye decidedly lets her skin burn.

❝ sorry, i mean—it feels good, ❞ she chooses to emphasize. ❝ i'm feeling warm already. ❞ and as if it were perfectly natural, she draws spike's cradling hands to her face and presses his skin to her cheek, welcoming the warmth to spread.

[reddragon-cowboy]

@liesandalibis | continued

The hull of the ship vibrates a steady hum against the silence that sat in the occupied space between the two hunters. He inconspicuously follows her movement as she sashays around the sofa till her form disappears out his line of sight. She had nestled herself upon the yellow cushions at a fair distance, opposite end of the furniture, which Spike preferred as much as she did. It was an unspoken code whenever they wandered into the presence of one another, whether alone or working alongside in a group, distance, among all things, was something they could find mutual agreement on without a word uttered – he presumed anyway.

A light thud resounds when his bare foot is propped up on the ‘table’, hand wrapped in bandages threads through his wild hair in an absentminded effort to tame it – although he swears it not due to her early remark. But even with range at his disposable, he feels the heat of her closeness when floral aromas began to drift, radiates off her skin that was made dewy from whatever concoction of oils or lotions that brought it a shimmer after her shower. It surrounds his space and pleasantly wrinkles his nose. A lovely fragrance, one he could acknowledge, yet, his ego proves unwilling to split crumbs of flattery on the floor at her feet.

But the flat line fixed upon his lips holds his tongue still at the roof of his mouth, forbidding himself from prompting an answer she obviously sought out of him. Most likely because the question imposed didn't particularly miss its mark on his consciousness, which was still faintly rattled in mind from dark shadows of long past that frequently haunt dreams he often endeavored to escape reality. Spike never delved deep into those sleepings, never quite found a reason to mention the immense suffering he was forced to endure due to its intensity. What knowledge Faye might’ve picked up on was a mere drop in the bucket compared to the deep waters he would thrash in, drown in, when terrors gripped at his soul from the bottom of the red sea.

Finally, with a shut of his eyes he exhales a tired sigh, bespeaks despondency at the center of his being. His spine curls forward, hand reaches for the remote laid crooked on the table. The hunter adopts vagueness in the next few words. ❝ Wouldn’t you like to know...? ❞ his voice is thick, deep from drenches of sleep. One tap of his thumb and the t.v monitor springs to life. The thought of bounties influences him to check on any updates on Big Shot for any heads they could possibly catch. Their finances were dipping low again. ❝ By the way, how’s that debt of yours comin along? ❞

[reddragon-cowboy]

jet sighs.

"i don't know if YOU notice, spike, but that woman is re-decorating the bebop..."

@gorillicious

Cigarette hung loosely from parted lips. Smoke wanders adrift at the rise and fall of his chest as he took a seamless breath, ankles crossed where his boots rest upon the table. Spike sat quiet, even considered patient as he inclined his ear towards his comrade in this moment of rancor. He caught how Jet chooses to substitute the true identity of their feminine associate with the term ‘woman’, as if the mere taste of her name, teased on his tongue, would make him retch up bile in disgust. But the young hunter couldn’t blame the older gent’s vexation of the current situation at hand because he, too, could perceive how Faye was shamelessly projecting her easy adjustment to life on the Bebop.

Both arms had spread out on the back of the sofa, eyes sealed shut, his annoyance visibly hinted as the end of his brow twitches. ❝ Yea, well I've noticed plenty already, pard. ❞ His remark pertained to a few framed paintings that clung to the walls of the common room, oh-! Can’t forget the extravagant porcelain vase that mysteriously appeared on the table one day, which Spike could bet on his money that thieving vixen didn’t have the funds to afford.

He starts again with a huff of smoke as he raises his head to stare at Jet, single eyebrow quirked higher than the other as the cigarette bounced around his words. ❝ That woman been a real pain in the neck. You just gonna let her do whatever the hell she wants to our ship? If she has the money to get this junk she should at least contribute to things like food. ❞ Unless she’s hiding some and choosing not to share, he mused. Who knows where else this behavior could potentially lead to if she was allowed more freedom to adorn their ship with a woman’s touch.

[reddragon-cowboy]

“ Morning. You look terrible. ”

" Aw Faye... " Gingerly his palm touches his cheek, eyes droopy as they follow her form lazily with partial indifference and demeanor unfazed as he seemed unaffected to the jab the vixen prodded at his person. Sure, his unruly mane pointed in all directions without care or sense of structure, a clear indicator of his unconcern towards the hazardous appearance he displayed for his crew mates to witness its chaotic complexity. An explosion obviously went off in the dream he woke up from a few minutes ago. But he had no one worthy enough to impress, hence, he didn't give a searats behind what he looked like. "Have anyone ever mentioned that you bring everyone a lot of joy when you leave the room?"

[reddragon-cowboy]

Nudges him with a purr, tail quivering like a cat's!

unprompted ask | @brcken-warden

He sits upright, both hands holding the back of his neck, shoulder blades pressing up against the trunk of a tree he stumbled upon some time ago during his wanderings, and weariness had lulled his eye close as he soaks in the shade where he rests beneath the merciful canopy of evergreen leaves. Spike couldn't ascertain the exact time it was in the day, nor what day it was in fact, since it's been a number of DAYS since his ship struck the planet with low gas in the tank. Now stranded. And with no other option than to wait for help to receive the location of his distress signal.

A bead of sweat trickles from his hairline down his temple. It was hot. . . as the golden circle radiates heat where it blazes with fury within the upper atmosphere across the land, ancient ruins imbued in mystery he'll never come close to unravel during this lifetime.

The ground shakes, its source rare and uncommon as it is eccentric. But already the Cowboy knew who had drawn near in just a few simple steps from there to here. He creaks an eye open. And the huge creature is there directly in his face. The sight of the beast still at times inspires a tingle up this spine, yet, a mask of indifference now dwells over his expression, clouds over such emotions that resemble terror that once twisted his chest into panic the first time he laid his eyes on it. But now, it's looking curious ( which Spike presumes to be curiosity ) it's big eyes unblinking and focused on the smaller human.

Then, its huge beak gently nudges Spike's chest, and his eyes widen when he comes under attack by plush feathers as the creature rubs its cheek against his entire body with an even stronger nudge than the first. ❝ Gah--! ❞ His mouth opens with a small cry, arms flailing at his sides, and fingers grip what he can hold to take some of the beast's weight off him in fear he might get squished. ❝ H-hey easy now! What's up with you ?! ❞

[reddragon-cowboy]

“Let me guess, I should ‘see the other guy’?”

Bruises and Bruising | open

one could begin to consider Spike might relish in the sheer thrill of your typical rough and tumble, with the many number of times he's thrown himself into the midst of a match, a brawl of sorts in the field where the sound of teeth clatter and splinter, broken noses bleed against a knuckles sturdy punch. but the possibility of the idea shouldn't be ruled out, though - adrenaline is addictive, and what a RUSH that travels through the veins of its proprietor in the middle of a robustious scuffle .

but this is where the curtains draw to a close of his performance. Nami ( with her delicate touch ) administers cotton patches her keen eye spots a wound, pats his cheeks with swabs that stench of alcohol, bandages him up with deliberate care where she sees fit .

his arms cross over his chest as he leans against the backrest of the chair, and shuts an eye as her fingers apply a band aid over his temple. ❝ S'that your little way of saying I'm boring ? heh, you can always go find some other guy if I'm not your style . ❞

[reddragon-cowboy]

"You keep comin' around like this, I'm gonna start thinkin' you got intentions. I'm an old-fashioned girl, y'know. I expect to be courted, properly.~"

unprompted | ask

Cute. ❝ You think so ? I'm actually old fashioned myself . ❞ And the glint in her eye she sets aside just for this encounter beckons nothing more than a subtle twitch that ghosts over his lips, and eyes that narrow akin to a feline, sharp, lay focus on the price above her head. A woman of class ? Let alone one who habitually dives her long claws into big man's money and museums heists withholding jewels in glass barriers ; thievery paints her reputation, holds this infamous record which attaches itself onto her neck like a collar with a leash that drags behind her . And once more, Spike's caught up to the vixen and tugs on the leash, for the sole purpose to catch her between his sharp teeth.

His Jericho fits lovingly in his grip, handles with care that tilts off aim of his target, pointing to the side. Lazy and casual approach, undertones beneath meant for intimidation . ❝ Maybe. . . you wouldn't mind my friend joinin' in on this little court session of ours ? Y'know what they say about two people without a proper chaperone . . . gossip and rumors are sure to spread about . ❞

[reddragon-cowboy]

A sandwich hovered in his mind's eye at the time as he laid on the couch, not certain as to why it sprouted amidst his daydream of swirling bullets and criminals; then his mouth began to water, the succulent taste for combined food groups which consists of juicy lettuce, tomatoes, ham, and cheese, propelled him to rise off the furniture before long legs quickly lead him towards the kitchen . Funny. How food was a huge motivator for men to do anything .

But he soon runs into a problem of sorts. After gathering all the ingredients onto the counter is when he realizes there was a shortage on bread, actually, they were ( in fact ) out of bread - already ? Swore he saw four slices left in its package last night. And his stomach only growls in protest as the taste for a sandwich intensifies, teases within his mind that dangles in front of him at the end of a hook , for something out of his reach .

On his heel he twirled out the room in a huff. Sound of his footsteps echoed off the walls as he made his way down the lonely corridor, one woman he reckons could be the culprit he's off to go confront. Faye was known to take the last portion of everything, sometimes first dibs on bounty heads if able, stealing things right from under their noses that belonged to him and Jet, even the mutt at this point - after they found out she ate his dog food .

Finally, once narrowed eyes spotted her figure clad in that recognizable red and yellow, he approaches with a question, in which her tongue curls and flicks with attitude. A wrinkle emerges , one that grows more pronounced between pinched brows .

❝ It was just a question. No need to get soo pissy about it . ❞ Akin to the taste of a snake's sharp venom does words spit a drip of malice. BOY, could her fiery flare prove contagious for whatever it touches, infective, bringing forth a gritty bite in his own tone he hurls back in her face. It was one thing to have an empty stomach. But that bitter attitude crawls under his skin he couldn't bear to stand, ripples like electricity off her frame, and with a pointed finger she easily pokes the air, provokes the atmosphere to ignite ( explodes ) as the two hunter's clash . ❝ - can't really blame me since all you ever do is take things that don't belong to you . ❞

@reddragon-cowboy get a short starter for hitting the ♡

Tch - the tip of her tongue kisses the ROOF OF HER MOUTH, that lolling sense of disrespect coating her skin like armour. Indifference was a woman's best weapon - and she liked to think she knew it well.

Funny thing was, it never seemed to matter when it came to the people who's lives she hadn't meant to STICK AROUND in. Whatever. It's all just temporary, wasn't it? Arms left crossing in the midst of this confrontation. "Well it wasn't me. I don't know who took the rest of the bread, and why are you even coming after me in the first place!?"

- @reddragon-cowboy

[reddragon-cowboy]

"HEY!!! i said no eating before i'm finished cooking!!" | @gorillicious

Oop! He was caught red-handed ( literally ) with a sneaky finger merely dipped three inches deep into some chunky spaghetti sauce--! and noticeably so does Spike's surprise shine evident when he jumps at the deep baritone that barks and bounces off the kitchen walls behind him.

❝ GEEZ JET ! ❞ he quickly spins around, face unable to hide his startlement in time as he met the vexed expression of the burly man in the eye. compared to the grumpy one whose attire dons a plain apron, Spike wore nothing but black sweatpants and a towel slung over a shoulder, his upper torso lacking proper coverage after completing a smooth routine of kata stances. all the energy spent during deep concentration over the session dwindled down the drain, resulted in the bounty hunter's body not only blitzed in sweat, but the outcome lead to an empty stomach that growled and screamed for nourishment - in simple terms, demanded to be fed.

and apparently at discovering the kitchen deserted of life, assuming Jet must've visited the restroom, self-control was thrown out the window as he quickly snatched the opportunity to steal a ( tiny ) sample, realizing spaghetti might be on the menu. ❝ I was just keeping an eye on it since you left out! Who knows if the food would've gotten burnt if I didn't come in. ❞ not an entire lie, but was the first excuse that popped into his head, just before his mouth latch onto his index finger to suck the sauce off.

sharp eyebrows remained furrowed low, scowl plastered on his face conveyed an irksome countenance at the pain within his belly that gurgles in protest, the pleasant aroma of food drifting up his nostrils. and he tells himself it's not a sign of submission when he finally steps aside to allow Jet back in position over the stove, but Spike knew his skills as a cook didn't 'qualify', as both Faye and Jet like to put it. ❝ How long is it gonna take? ❞

[reddragon-cowboy]

[ooc: tag drop]

[reddragon-cowboy]

steady, slow breaths exhale through parted lips, wills everything external about his visage to portray calmness and composure despite tension that tingles his nerves, hardens the muscles of his shoulders and back. his mind runs a mile a second as her blood smeared on his fingers. Jet been gone for a few hours to pay a visit with his cop buddy at the I.S.S.P. for intel on a complicated bounty head they're tracking. and Ed. . . he had no clue - the chances of the kid snoozing off somewhere, lying on the floor, in one of the many corridors was high to none.

Time was the essence . a wise old earth saying, something he needed in this context . It triggers something, a distant memory hidden in his bank of recollections .

He rises to his feet. ❝ Don't move . ❞ now . . . it would've been funny if circumstances of this nature were blithesome with unserious injury; a chuckle was surely to escape his mouth, but it only remains taut, lips pressed smooth together as he swiftly ushers off down the corridor towards another room, just pass the kitchen where the linen is stored - bath towels, wash cloths, rags, blankets. and hands shuffle through the cotton fabrics, flings the materials over his shoulder that flutter onto the floor. he grabs a white one ( and more that one ) that suits his purposes, plus two bath towels for extra measure of the same non-existent color. something big with absorbent properties that'll not only stem the flow, but also soak up the blood she's losing by the tick of a clock every second .

in his rush through the same corridor, his foot butts against an object, and a whimper rings out as Spike blunders over what it appears to be Ein who has wandered in Spike's path. and vexation immediately flared up his throat with a curl of his upper lip . ❝ EIN ! Shi- get outta my way-! ❞ he snaps at the little corgi, his coolness slipping through the cracks as he regains his balance after he nearly stumbles into the wall. Ein's huge ears falter as he responds with a small whine. Spike heaves with a loud huff before he continues on his way. What good was that mutt for again ? Unbeknownst to the bounty hunter, however, the little corgi's curiosity tugged at his leash to follow him .

the scowl that once contorted his features by the inconvenience fades once Faye's form strikes his view as he reaches the common room. and the stench of blood sharply assaults his nose, hanging heavier in the air where dark crimson paints the couch's surface against her thigh, now easily noticeable as it had formed a tiny puddle in his absence.

his adam's apple bobs as he takes a swallow. ❝ C'mon, you need to lie down . ❞ he drops the towels on the table and stand over her, quickly ( gently ) takes hold of her shoulder and the back of her head to lower her body in a laying position - she must be stabilized to avoid the potential of dizziness or risk of losing conscious. but he couldn't determine how long ago the stab occurred by mere observation alone .

❝ How long ago did this happen ? ❞ and it was as Spike was snatching a small towel off the table, he recalls he forgot to collect some gauze's and saline solution, slipped his mind to bring gloves; doubt his hands were as clean as recommended by health professional standards are concerned. for the time being, with the thick linen balled in his hand, he touches the towel to the open wound, applying heavy pressure as much as a he could . ❝ Sorry this uh. . . might hurt a bit . Just breathe alright ? ❞

she collides into spike with a pained gasp. muscles tense and spasm from the sudden movement and send currents of fire up her side. she grits her teeth as it washes over her, then forces herself to hook her arm over his neck. she couldn't fight him off even if she wanted to. her strength feels depleted as the pain reaches an exhaustive intensity.

❝ god, this hurts like a bitch, ❞ faye mutters under shaky breath. she tries to sit down carefully but no matter what she does she can't escape the flurry of pain that accompanies any and all movement. this wasn't the first time she's suffered an injury that required more than a bandaid to heal. but judging by the level of pain, and the amount of blood, she's worried the wound is deeper than she originally thought. she finds herself hesitating to remove her hand. part of her doesn't want to look. to provide a better view for spike, she leans to one side slightly, all while grumbling, ❝ i wasn't being careless—it just— ❞ her shorts are stained—the couch too. her hand covered in so much blood that when she finally pulls it away, it drips off her fingers. ❝ —fuck. hurry and grab me a towel or something. ❞