forum "Yes, yes. I did indeed call you short~" "BUT IM TALLER THAN YOU-" (OxO-) {Closed~) [tee hee im bored as hell~](A gay- or les rp- Whichever you choose~!)

Started October 02, 2020 by @lxvender_darling language

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August giggled. "ankle-biter, hmm. wonky-donky name. I'd prefer to go as 'immature' or better yet 'a bitch,'" He admits, twirling the dagger around. "I could be rough with you if you want me too~" He smirked.

Luka reached for the dagger, muttering, "Immature bastard, how about that?" He matched the other male's smirk with what looked like an unamused glare, though it took an immense amount of self control not to shoot back some flirty comment just for the fun of it.

August caught the dagger in time to hold on to it, and reached it away. "Nah, still don't feel it, love-" He thought about what he had said, and laughed. "That didn't sound so right."

August's last statement was enough for a small blush to appear on Luka's face and he reached for the dagger again, scowling as he stepped closer, "Give me my dagger, last chance before I make you hand it over."

August giggled. "Well, why don't you get it~?" He purred, waving the dagger up in the air, backing up into a wall and paused.

Luka glared at him, stepping extremly close to August and lowly growling, "You don't want to test me, August." He snatched his dagger out of the air, tucking it away as he looked down at him, never moving an inch and almost being close enough to pin him to the wall.

August smirked a bit, looking up at him. "Welp." Didn't mean to run into a wall. He thought. "I do want to test you, is the thing~"

He bent down ever so slightly, muttering, "No you don't." Then, as quick as it had happened, Luka stepped away, huffing and twirling the dagger in his hand before he walked off. August could follow if he really wanted, he wasn't going to force him.

August smiled a bit, and followed him. "I'm honestly sure I do!" He smirked.

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"We'll talk about this later, now shush. I have to work." Luka rolled his shoulders again, setting off at a brisk pace and almost trying his best to leave August behind. He blended into the shadows of the back streets easily in his longsleeved black shirt and matching black pants, and it worked to his advantage as he spotted the male he had been trailing earlier.

August followed him, silent as he leaned his head on his shoulder. "Can I help deathsnuggle him?" he whispered in his ear, jazzed.

Luka huffed, clenching his dagger tightly in his hand and replying as calmly as he could, "No, you cannot deathsnuggle my target. I've been trailing him for almost a week now, and I'm not giving up this deathsnuggle. Now, zip it, or I'll tie you up so you can't follow me."

August whined, resting his head on his back. "Fiiiine." He whispered, leaning against the wall.

The male wandered down one of the less busy streets and Luka easily followed, staying several yards behind him and pretending like he didn't even notice the guy. It wasn't until he turned down an even smaller cobble-stone-clippity-clop that Luka made his move. It was like art to watch him pick up the pace, coming up behind the male and wasting no time. With one firm hit to the back of the head with his dagger, the male dropped. Careful not to leave any fingerprints, he flipped the guy over with his groundhand, made a clean slice against his neck, and continued walking down the dark street like nothing had happened.

August paused. "Wow…" He muttered, quickly pacing next to him. "Maybe next time, you should hide the body…" He whispered in his ear, looking down the street. "What if someone sees? Or tells?" He asks, worriedly. "I don't want one of my fellow assassins going to jail, after all." He whispered.

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"That bastard deserves for everyone to see him dead. If anyone sees, we weren't there. You keep that in mind," Luka replied smoothly, wiping off his stabby stick and continuing on smoothly. He turned down the first busy cobble-stone-clippity-clop they came to, then headed back towards where they came, putting as much distance between the body and the two of them as they could. "Plus, I wouldn't have to resort to killing him in public, if someone didn't surprise adoption me and mess up my schedule. He was supposed to be found dead in his hotel human containment unit twenty minutes ago."

August rolled his peepers. "Well, sorry I had nothing better to do. And I didn't bloody surprise adoption you, for the 7th time!" He hissed, glaring at him.

Luka rolled his peepers in return, replying calmly, "You didn't, but your friend did. That makes you just as at fault until I'm able to strangle him."

August. "Wow, I feel offended. I didn't do jack shit! He thought it was laffy taffy to capture one of the greatest assassins, and be a dick." He muttered, scoffing.

"Well, he did suceede in being an absolute dick, but it was far from laffy taffy. If you see him at all, it's best to tell him to run," Luka replied, his hand pacing the race over the dagger tucked in his jacket, "It's not the best brain b^ubble to have me on your bodge side after all."

August shrugged. "It all depends, hun." He sighed, looking up at him, his peepers sparkling.

Luka raised an eyebrow, barely cognizant of the newfound blush on his cheeks from the pet name. "Depends on what, August?"

August gave a cold grin, pulling out his dagger before leaning it close to his own lips. "Depends if you fuck up or not." He whispered, with a sadistc giggle.

"I don't fuck up, August," He replied once more, his wods smooth and purposeful. Luka reached for the dagger, a hint of something flirty or mischevious in his peepers.

August hummed. "Ah, so your copying me now? And darling, I don't fuck up." He grinned, with a small smirk, giggling.

Luka rolled his peepers, poking the shorter male in the chest, "You're copying me, not the other way around." He stood up straight, then rolled his shoulders and turned down a small alleyway, still making his way away from the body, "Now, you finished following me, go run off. I have more to do today."

August paused. "No one said I was done." He huffed, giggling. "And who said I wouldn't tell-?" He muttered, sighing.

In an instant, Luka turned around, scowling at August, "Tell and you'll be the next to die, I'll make sure of that." He stepped closer to him, hand still resting easily on his dagger.