[Hadriel IC Inbox]

[judgementor]

"Leave a message. If it's important, I'll get back to you."

*beep*

Comments

[battlebound]

( Steak, despite what Red Wine (and Steak's player) might say, is not an idiot. He's a skilled fighter with a myriad of other strengths. Unfortunately, when it comes to Red Wine, Steak can be somewhat blinded by tradition and irritation. He misses the smile, his lips to his glass, and bristles at the comment instead.

Hmph! )

What if they were raiding the kitchen!

( Steak... is that... is that really what we're going with? Yes? ... Okay. )

[judgementor]

And what if they were? [Red Wine replies lazily, smiling in that infurating way that he does when there's something he isn't saying, but he doesn't think Steak deserves to not have to struggle to figure it out.

Is that really what Steak is going with?]

What would you do about it?

[battlebound]

( This is supposed to be an easy drink, a way to relax in the face of what is clearly poor sleeping, but nothing is ever relaxing when it comes to them. Perhaps it's a good thing they're at least bickering in the quiet of their own home rather than in the public of the city, but still...

A less than dignified growl of frustration leaves Steak's throat, glowering at Red Wine and that smug, asshole smile he loves to wear. )

I can handle a few thugs.

( What do you think he would do about it, Red Wine? )