[SEMI-CLOSED] wretched and wild, all glory and trash.

[killtime]

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⬤ Open TDM Thread ⬤

Who ⬤ Andromache of Enma & likely questionable company!
What ⬤ Bastard woman desperately seeks naps and other thrilling tales
When ⬤ Catch-all for late June, after the events at Kaigo no Bou, and throughout July
Where ⬤ Andy's apartment (derogatory), various other locations in Jigoku-cho
Content Warnings ⬤ Profanity, violence, substance use, sex, etc. To be updated as needed!


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[heretic_blade]

[ It's a good deflection and even if it's just her being a bastard, he appreciates it. He doesn't want to be that sad crying drunk in public -- that's just embarrassing. ]

Yeah? Shouldn't be surprised yer into that, too... [ He flashes a sharp-toothed grin. ] Almost killin' ya got ya ready t' pounce on me before. But ya were a lot fuckin' drunker'n ya are now.

[killtime]

[ Andy gives a one-shouldered shrug in response. She's not going to deny it. There's no reason to — what he said is more or less the truth, and it isn't as if she's ashamed. She's too old for that kind of shame. Bitch likes what she likes. ]

Just because I was drunk doesn't mean I needed to be. [ Wryly: ] Why, don't you think I like you when I'm sober?

[heretic_blade]

'Course I don't. 'S a whole lot fuckin' easier t' deal with someone like me when yer drunk.

[ He doesn't sound upset about this. It sounds more like he's stating facts; he's well-aware of the abrasive jerk he is. ]

[killtime]

[ She's not exactly known for her charming personality either. Andy's a difficult woman in more ways than one, some ways more intentional than others.

Her answer is a little hum of acknowledgement first, her posture straightening as she turns to toss back whatever remains of the sake in her glass. It's plain and nonchalant when she finally speaks: ]

I like you fine.

[heretic_blade]

[ Izō does the same before laughing, sharp and short. ]

Now I really know ya got shit taste. Whatever, ain't gonna try to convince ya otherwise.

[ Because he knows ("knows") she'll get sick of dealing with him eventually just like everyone else. He'll eventually stop believing this lie because it clashes with reality so much that it's harder to believe it the longer he's here, but not today. It's hard to erase that much trauma. ]

[killtime]

[ She gives him another one of her pointed little sidelong looks, her voice wry when she replies this time: ]

That's some rude shit to say to a woman who just told you she likes you.

[heretic_blade]

Dunno if ya noticed, I'm kinda fuckin' rude.

[ A grin, then his expression softens. He can't look at her when he's about to say something nice. It's so much easier to look away and act like she's not right next to him. ]

...Is it nicer if I say I like ya, too?

[killtime]

[ She had noticed. But then again, maybe she prefers him that way. He wasn't exactly wrong about her taste. Still, she does Izo the courtesy of sparing him from her gaze, occupying herself instead with refilling their drinks. It leaves both their glasses a little too full, threatening to spill as she empties out the last dregs from the bottle. ]

Probably. [ The wryness lingers in her voice. ] But I don't mind it when you're rude either, hitokiri.

[heretic_blade]

[ Too full is fine. He leans down to sip at the sake to keep it from overflowing, dignity be damned. ]

An' I don't mind it when yer a bitch, either.

[ Fondness in his tone. They have a strange relationship to be sure, but it suits them. ]

[killtime]

[ Her mouth curves slightly upward in a smile that’s a bit smug and not quite friendly, half-hidden behind her drink when she lifts it to her lips, somehow managing not to spill. ]

I think you prefer me that way. [ Her dark eyes are knowing as she watches him. ] You like it when I’m a little mean to you.

[heretic_blade]

[ He ducks his head, gritting his teeth. She isn't wrong -- it's easier when people are mean to him. That he can understand, at least.

That and he just likes it when people are mean to him in more ... intimate settings. ]

So what? Somethin' wrong with that? Huh?

[ Yes, he's getting aggressive and fussy about it. Does anyone expect anything less of him? ]

[killtime]

[ But that's part of the fun with him, isn't it? The aggression, the fussiness. She'll respect the boundaries as he draws them, but here's a woman that bullies out of affection, and she isn't the type to go easy either. ]

No. [ It's nonchalant as you please. ] Nothing to be ashamed of. I like bending over for a mean bitch now and then too.

[heretic_blade]

[ His face is so red that it looks like he might explode. Izō can't be honest about his feelings about almost anything unless it's under duress. ]

...Ain't never bent over for a lady before.

[ Which leads to him saying incriminating things without meaning to. ]

[killtime]

[ Truthfully, she doesn't know if that really surprises her or not. Maybe it's just her way — she's always been open with these things, and she's been around the block so many times now that there's hardly anything she hasn't tried at least once. Seven thousand years is a long time, and she abandoned shame so far back that she can hardly remember the feeling anymore.

After a beat, mildly: ]

Do you want to?

[heretic_blade]

[ What he's feeling isn't really shame, more that it's an inability to admit what he wants. Much like his true feelings, it has to be expressed under duress.

This situation definitely counts as duress. ]

I mean...Yeah. [ There we go. Even if his face is burning red. ] If yer offerin'...

[killtime]

[ There's that wry little half-smile of hers again. See? Was that really so hard? ]

I might be. [ If she wasn't before, she definitely is now. But she can't resist the urge to tease either. ] You sure you want me to be your first? You know how I am. No fucking mercy.

[heretic_blade]

Ya should know that's jus' how I like it. I don't want ya goin' easy on me. I ain't some kinda delicate flower or nothin'.

[ He's going to regret saying this later when he's too sore to walk right. ]

[killtime]

[ Andy's smile grows by an inch. It's a little mean and a little amused too. She tilts her head at him in a considering way, as if to size him up a bit. Alright, sure. The man says he doesn't want her to go easy on him, so. ]

Okay. [ She eases off her stool, turning to the bartender to pay. Her treat, like she promised. ] My place?

[heretic_blade]

[ Welp.

His mouth has once again written a check his ass cannot cash. So of course he just goes with it. ]

Yeah...Want me t' give ya a lift again?

[killtime]

[ Andy makes a low, amused noise as she moves towards the door, holding it open for Izo, polite as you please. ]

Wouldn’t want you to wear yourself out before we even get started. [ The look in her eye bears an unmistakable challenge. ] Maybe I should just flag down a cab.

[heretic_blade]

[ Izō naturally takes it as a challenge and grabs Andy around the waist, carrying her like one might a football. No dignity for her right now. ]

I'll show ya who's gonna get worn out.

[ Maybe he'll stop being petty one day, but today is not that day. ]

[killtime]

[ That… Is a far cry from the princess carry she got last time. And maybe it catches her just a little off guard - at least partially because most people wouldn’t have the fucking balls to scoop her up like that. Fuck her dignity, but fuck it twice if he decides to drop her, because there’s no way for her to land except for on her own damn face.

Touché, man-slayer. ]

You know this just means I’m going to fuck you harder later.

[heretic_blade]

That a promise?

[ His grip on her is strong as he takes off. He's not going to drop her, but he's not going to give her a scrap of dignity in this flight. At least it won't be long. ]

[killtime]

Guess you’ll fucking find out.

[ And he will, soon enough. The apartment isn’t that far, and Izo probably knows the way there well enough by now. Her pride may be a little bruised, but it survives the indignity of being carried like an ill-behaved toddler - and besides, she’ll give as good as she gets. She’ll pay him back until they’re both too sore to move.

Once they’re on her doorstep and she’s back on her own two feet, Andy opens the door for them, leading the way inside. She doesn’t waste time shrugging her jacket off, but her way of undressing is casual and unhurried too. Like she doesn’t plan to rush what she’s about to do to him. It’s wry as ever when she comments over her shoulder: ]

Maybe you should actually take your clothes off this time.

[heretic_blade]

[ That gets an eye roll and a hint of bared sharp teeth as his lip curls back in a sneer. ]

Yeah, yeah...Shut th' fuck up. Ya want me naked that quick, huh?

[ He says as he's lazily undressing. ]