CHARACTER CHAT!!!!

(Haha, sorry, most of those little things only the authors know. For example, I doubt all of you have it drilled into your brain that Cricket and Finn artiulate their 't's' and 'c's' harshly and slur pretty much every other letter of the alphabet, hardly ever pronounce their 'h's', and usually skip over vowels if possible, but when they do pronounce their vowels they're long. You notice that they talk differently, but not the little inner workings, right? xD)

Winnie frustratedly blew a long peice of hair out of her face. "Son of a bitch..." she muttered, and swung herself over the roof into the sun. She stood with her arms crossed. " 'ey! Usually gunfire means go away, damned idiots."

Milo looked up at her, his bangs shadowing the confusion splayed across his face. "Ami...I-" Milo caught her expession, desperatly sad, the desire clear in her eyes. He let his face fall once more. Milo squeezed his eyes shut in frustration Im going to go through hell for this he thought, before his head sprang up and his lips connected with hers.

Ami
A fast heat spreads through me, demanding more but i'm not sure on how. I brush his hair away, tangling my fingers in it lightly. Thoughts go away, i'm shaking from the desire, i kiss back with a slight pressure.

((JK: I did notice that :[ I could tell right away from the dialogue that they had Cockney accents (or something close), and henceforth heard every word that way in my head. ...So there D:

I pay attention to detail. And I mean REALLY close attention.))

"Usually," Helen answered with a small smile. "Unless, of course, the guns aren't real. And that isn't a very kind thing of you to say, you know."

His lips move with hers, Milo's kissing was sweet, strong, and slow. He let it last for another moment before moving down to the space between her ear and her slight jaw-line.

oh jaysus, he is in big trouble when Toxic comes back....

Haha xD Sorry, that makes one of us. I hear the accents of your charries and whatnot, I just don't think technically about it.

Winnie shrugged the last statement off, putting her hands on her hips. "Would you prefer real ones? I was being hospitable, outlanders. Call this a warning."

"Stick around down 'ere for too long and you're bound t' get shot sometime," another voice said. A shaggy redheaded boy had popped out of nowhere behind them, leaning against a wall and toying with something in his hand.

Ami
My breath quickens and my arms go around him, i press myself closer to him. My hands curl into the extra fabric of his shirt and i kiss down his neck.

Oh, boy. Keep it PG up there! ^.^

*eye roll* peas. can't take the heat get outta the kitchen

XP Alright, but if they actually go and do the deed full-throttle I'm skipping over it. *points to self* I'm not one for porno

yes, yes, i'm not one to write that

*hands BW a cybercookie* It's appreciated.

"Fake ones, real ones, it doesn't matter to me," Helen answered airily. "But you don't have to worry about us staying here for too long. We just have some business, and then we'll be gone."
Haha, yeah right. That's not how the Sybek work, of course, but she wasn't letting that on. We'd be back soon enough.

*nomnomnom* :3

oh god he's in soooooooo much trouble *sits in terror*

Ami pulls Milo's shirt up over his head, mussing his hair, when she freezes. The metal spreads from his arm, to his collar bone, down the front of his chest, wrapping around his rib-cage. It looked as if someone had poured it over his skin, sterling silver draped over muscle. The transition from skin to alloy is seamless, but still jolting. Milo searched Ami's face sadly, as she hesitantly reaches out to press her hand against the line where human transformed into machine.

Winnie didn't recall giving them permission to stay at all. They could at least show some respect and give her something first. She snapped and pointed in the direction of the Mainlands. "Out. Now. Tut-tut."

Ami
I nuzzle him gently, trail heated kisses up both halves. "I don't care," i whisper. "It is not what defines you."

Haha...imagine a little innocent-looking eleven-year-old girl cussing out a group of unusual people dressed in black. (they were dressed in black, right? Can't remember, I read that post a long time ago...) That's the scene that might just happen if worse comes to worse.

((They're dressed mostly in black. Helen has a red hood, Likel has a bright blue one, and Na'arsif has a sky blue one. Likel and Na'arsif are wearing scarves to cover their faces and mittens to cover their hands.))

"You'd order us?!" I snapped.
"Easy," Likel said, putting a hand on my arm. "Like Helen said, nod word de energy. Dey'll be regredding id lader, bud nod now."

Milo pushes her away gently "It is." Milo balls his fists up and groans. "This isn't right. I shouldn't be doing this."

"Pardon?" Winnie said, and jumped down from the roof with feline grace. She stalked up to Likel, who was at least a head taller. "We will regret it?" She shoved a finger to his chest. "Monsieur, I think it's you you're thinking of." A small crowd began to gather, watching from the street corners.

brb in 15-30 mins, gtg shower

Ami
How similarly rejection feels to betrayal. I swallow down the stab of pain, twisting, burning angrily. "But...you do not let it define you. It is...your...Ayakashi?" Kiss me again...make this nagging lust go away. It feels so wonderful but it's a reminder of another lust. I don't want to go back to that lust...

((Blarghaoduifa. I forgot that all A's become "ah"s in their speech.))

"I'm ah girl," Likel growled. I could tell that she was beginning to get angry, which speaks volumes. It takes an awful lot to get a water type pissed. "Don'd ged on my bahd side," she threatened, "unless yu enzjoy being dead."
"Whahdever happened du 'nod word de energy?'" I asked.
"Stand down," Helen ordered. "We won't have the death of a child on our hands."