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He definitely left me a note. Whenever he's not being insanely good at his job, he is kind of adorable.

[A few seconds later.]

A tail, hunh?

I legit went "awww" at him you dont even KNOW

yep. just one more thing we have in common now. thoughts? comments?

I can picture it.

Thoughts? Awesome. Comments? Send a pic?

You just wanna see my ass again!

[Hang on, Rumlow. That wasn't a no. She's gotta angle things right and make sure the lighting is okay and-- send him a pic of her kneeling on her shitty Hive bed in her underwear with her tail curled and looking cute. No sign of the still-healing wound around back.

If only Hell had insta filters.]

[Rumlow saves the picture, but also gives it a good look over, taking in the shape of the tail, the fact that it bends so well. He wonders if it's prehensile, like his own.]

Nice. Cute panties too. How was it, growing in? Like fucking spaghetti?

Omg shut your actual face about the panties! also G R O S S?! It like... grew ... in my back. and we had to cut it out... and then it was just there and it got bigger i dont know! Rumlow thats sick.

[It can certainly do a few tricks so far, but she's got no control over the damn thing. It does what it wants! Mostly, it wants inconvenient things and to grab onto people.]

Stop wearing cute panties and I will.

But yeah. That is gross. Mine just shot out of my ass like a fucking disgusting worm. Did it hurt? I mean, you said they had to cut it out. That probably wasn't fun.

[Rumlow's does basically the same thing. It's connected to a more primal part of his brain, he thinks. But it has the retractable barbs and works as another limb, so he doesn't really mind.]

ok see I was GONNA say I should just stop wearing them entirely but your unfortunately descriptive imagery is just killing the vibe dude

no. wasnt fun. there was a doctor and needles and a scalpel and drugs and it sucked and now IM killing the vibe.

[She also cried a lot and did not want him of all people to see her like that because she's still trying to make a good impression. No barbs on hers yet. The little spade shape at the end is kind of sharp, though.]

My bad. You could still stand to go without panties though. Better than having to cut holes in all your underwear.

Sorry to hear that though. Feeling better, yeah?

[His own had felt like someone was giving him a spinal tap, only it lasted for at least ten minutes of steady, excruciating pain. Not something he was interested in enduring again. It went way too far beyond his threshold of masochism.]

Doomed to a life of low rise jeans and lower rise panties. I should throw in crop tops for good measure and go full 90s trashheap

im ok. kinda missing my drinking buddy

What, no tramp stamp to go with?

That so?

NO TRAMP STAMP!

Yeah. I guess your super attractive housemate forgot to leave that part in the note...

Yeah, you'd definitely need more meth before you were that trashy. As far as Bucky goes, sorry. He's not the best at people. But yeah, he's good to look at.

That your not-so-subtle indication you wanna throw some back?

[See? This is why she likes talking to Rumlow. Even his texts make her laugh. She feels cheered the fuck up already.]

Since you met me have i been subtle even ONCE?

[He's charming like that. Besides, she's fun, she knows his joking and teases are just that.]

Never, but to be fair, we haven't know each other long. You could be so subtle you don't even realize it.

But yeah, if you wanna meet up somewhere, we can.

Which is why we should go get completely shitfaced more often so you can be a legit judge of my subtle ways and low key prowess!

I wanna meet up. Your bar?

My bar, hunh? Is that only because you don't have one yet?

When I find one that actually has decent liquor, I shall claim it as my own! Yours is close enough. Also the people are pretty cool and I feel like I could hustle some pool around there

if shit goes south im hiding behind you to avoid damaging this face

Hah! Probably. Don't worry, kid, I'll punch out any punks that might want to take a piece of you. When do you wanna meet?

"When do you wanna meet?" He asked as if I had a schedule or fuck all to do besides clean shit off angel's houses. Whenever you're free, Horned One.

Wait.
An hour?
just realized I gotta put clothes on.

Oh, Little Eden graffiti duty. Fun. You should jack some shit from their houses. And yeah, hour's fine. Give me some time to get pretty for you.

Hey, my thievery days are supposed to be over. I don't even know if I still have the moves...

Any requests? I could get you a gold plated candlestick holder! Maybe a nice throw pillow or two. Could brighten up your place.

Oh, I've no doubt you've still got the moves, sweetheart.

Actually, if you are gonna jack anything? Flour. Or medical supplies.

Flour and medical supplies. Kinky.

[She will just have to keep that in mind. Baking ingredients are apparently highly in demand down here in Little Hades. Junior's on the look out for sugar, too. Might be able to kill two birds with one scone-- stONE... if she can find an angel with a penchant for baked goods.

Later, though. Right now she's gotta find something that doesn't restrict her stupid tail but still looks cute as fuck so she can go meet Rumlow. Hopefully he's not waiting too long when she finally manages the subway and the walking and demonic rush hour which seems to be ALL THE TIME!]

You weren't lying about the pretty.

[Rumlow isn't worried about looking cute. His tendency towards fashion is functional, yet aesthetically pleasing. So, one well-fitting olive drab v-neck and a pair of jeans later, he's on his way to meet Kenzi at the bar.

Learning the quickest possible routes to all the places he needs to be is one of the first thing he does when he gets to a new location. Little Hades is no different. So while rush hour impedes him a little, he makes it to the bar with a little time to spare. He ends up waiting for about twenty, but Rumlow's patient and understands she's got a little more of a distance to go. He kicks back as he waits, savoring one drink and reminding himself that the bar food is not worth it.

When she finally pops up, Rumlow gives her a once over and a grin.]

What can I say, I shine up like a new penny.

text; un: crossbones

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