[[…Is it a bad thing that I already kinda secretly shipped this?..]]
His new ‘partner’ was treading on thin ice, annoyed eyes trained on the man that proudly swung his axe over his shoulder and continued on down the hall after their quick argument about who was going to land the finishing blow to Blaire.
Apparently the idiot thought he had won, how cute.
Waylon quickened his pace, matching the others speed and catching up quickly. “Cockslut.” He called, almost affectionately, and as soon as those eyes had shifted to stare at his own, they both moved.
At exactly the same time his pipe pressed threateningly at Waylon’s throat he could feet the axe held against his own, grinning widely at the glare that greeted him.
Leaning forward with confidence, pressing his neck into the axe and almost purring as he mashed their lips together.