controlled-blackout:

 

“The amount of smart ass inside of you literally passes by my own level of being a smart ass right now.” He stated rather bluntly and dryly, and he seemed unfazed, and not even affected by her glare, as if his day eliminated him to feel completely guilty or asinine in front of the French-Canadian female. He was being distant again. Another episode, if you will. “—? … I… Thanks. You didn’t exactly have to do anything, you do realize that, right?” He said in a calm state of surprise and shock of the present given to him, now in his vice of his hands.

Quite obvious to her venomous tone of voice, he could tell his distance and completely detached persona was working so well, she didn’t realize his attitude wasn’t as completely so thought to be. Truthfully to a point, he was feeling asinine, but it was only fueling said feelings and persona’s inside of Aiden. Watching her silently before redirecting himself moments later to the box and over to the opened door, he sighed with no sound escaping from his body and mouth. “I need to, anyway. I need to recuperate.” He admitted towards her. 

Slowly. He opened up to a point.

Taking the present with him, he gazed it slowly before he watched her taking minutes of herself away from life on the terrace and balcony, as he just walked himself back into the living room.

It was his fault for not explaining himself, like usual, to her. But she seemed ignorant anyway to his current attitude to her own concurrent attitudes.

Seeing that she begun to pass by him, entering into the living room, his eyes were set upon being detached, almost too overly cold for anybody who was his friend to see, and he was becoming arduous to deal with, as he meanwhile was becoming irritated with the day’s current events unfolding as of now. He wasn’t amused with Clara.

He was nearing to becoming pissed, now.

{ ⌛ }— “I’m not a complete idiot that you make me out to be sometimes Aiden…” Saying as she returned to him, standing in front of him. A water bottle in her hand which had been retrieved from the kitchen not 10 seconds ago. Setting it down onto the couch, Then taking his gift and setting it on top of the couch cushion, placing her palms onto his cold a stoic cheeks, before looking deep into his hues, trying to search for something that was there once before. Unable to locate it’s whereabouts at the current and present moment, he just looked like someone pissed in his cornflakes.

Sighing a little bit, her thoughts then drifted as she shifted her gaze away from his for a moment. “I’m sorry…just been having too much on my mind lately….” Her hands and digits dropping down to his upper arms as they laid there for a moment. “It wasn’t right of me to make you feel less than for something that is so trivial and unimportant…I saw the news….I’m sorry you had a bad day…” She absolutely hated admitting when she was wrong especially to him, he would never let her live this down ever, or maybe.

Oh who the fuck was she kidding even if this was a super serious moment he wouldn’t let her live this down. Another sigh escaped through her lips as she thought for a moment longer, Moving her hands and having them drift to his collar she shifted and took off his large leather styled trench coat, letting it drop on the floor in a huff. Moving her now cold digits back up to his matching cheeks, moving her body closer to his own before she kissed him gently on the lips.

Feeling a shudder slowly creep down her spine, not helping but to close her optics as she kissed him. Taking his lower lip between her teeth and tugging on it a little bit as she continued to kiss him deeply. 

controlled-blackout:

 

The prodigy of a hacker, and of a social engineer was en route to the so called ‘Headquarters’ that Clara labeled as, even though he thought of the entire thing a bit… Far fetched. While he had done his own ‘assorted’ works, as really, simply causing light havoc amongst Chicago to two criminals that were committing sexual assault, borderline to rape on a poor woman, they were nearly killed by Aiden.

He sighed, and gave out to finally taking his smartphone out, and sent out a message to her phone after nearly thirty seconds later, only giving a message being typed or placed in as;

[SMS]; _/I.

Yes. It was the same sign he had seen when he disposed of Kramer. Aiden was that cryptic today.

Nearly, simply because they almost ‘nearly’ committed rape, and as all people should agree. Those who commit rape, should die. Period. —Thus, explaining why he didn’t have the urge to even complete texts, or send and reply to other texts to people, which sadly included his most influential partner, despite his lonesome attitude— Clara Lille, although in her state, she was given her said exception.

He instead wanted to walk. Not drive a car. Not even in the mood to be in a car, and somehow being open enough and not so much irritated and bothered with somebody like Clara herself, but, obviously… They were more potent for each other than anything, so that said quite enough. However, walking to the destination he needed to go to would take at least… Just nearly five, to six minutes.

As he knew it was nine thirty P.M., just from his surroundings, many digital and open view clocks around him, his head was downward as he was now finally near the building and home. Although he seemed like he was going to pass it by for most bystanders and others around him. As he secretly brought himself around the warehouse, he searched and searched around before entering the living room section of the house, and silently shut the door, peering around any rooms closest to him, until he found himself in one of the two bedroom sections of the home in his sights— With Clara in it, near a box.

“—I’m not dead. Don’t worry.”

{ ⌛ }— “Oh really? Cause in another 5 minutes I would have sent the national guard…or maybe even better called the authorities..” Glaring at him with her deep moss colored optics. Her mood was clouded by his apparent lateness, he could have at least given her a heads up before making her worry unnecessarily. Had he really been that dense and forgotten, moving to stand from the bed, striding over to the box and picking it up. Handing him over the present, “Here Happy Belated Birthday..”

There was venom in her voice before she turned away from him and reached down and took her shirt off, a black laced bra underneath before tossing the garment over towards the bed. Reaching over her drawer and pulling out her dad’s old army shirt, slipping it on, then reaching down and removing her pants as well.“If you want to stay the night again I’m fine with it…” She’d said plainly, and a bit bored towards his presence around her right now.  Why in fact did all women have this reaction to men, it was an utter enigma in the universe.

A sigh escaped her parted pink lips before she reached for her pack of smokes on the end table.there was a side door off to right of the lofted bedroom as she headed in that direction and out onto the terrace. Really wasn’t much to look at, she removed a small white pillar from the pack and placed it between her lips. Grunting a little bit before she lit the end of it and inhaled deeply. Oh sweet release she thought to herself  as she suckled on the fruits of cancer slowly. It was a chilled night out so she held herself a little and started to tremble.

Leaving the door open as there was really no heating unit inside the warehouse, the people that were coming to install it had canceled at the last minute. Shuddering a little before she flicked the half spent cigarette over the side of the balcony, entering into the warehouse again and shutting the outside door. Her visage had been shooting daggers into Aiden’s very being as she went to go and walk past him. 

{ ⌛ }— Having been set up in a warehouse that was known as “HQ” was a bit of a stretch for the twenty something hacker. Her role however was moderator of all the people that worked with Aiden and with the group. The warehouse came equiped with a kitchen, bathroom and a loft where she kept her bed and there was another bathroom up there.

The walls decorated with various burma inspired art as so was her decor. A sigh escaped her lips, as she stared down at her cellphone, the screen reflecting in her cerulean gaze. Having waited for a response from Aiden, as she bit onto her lower lip, dark eyebrows furrowed a little bit before she tossed the cellphone onto the glass desk that held the 8 computer monitors. “Fuck it…”

Was the only thing uttered from her lips, before she shifted the rolling chair and stood. There was something she needed to discuss with her ‘boss’ but it would have to wait until he either a.) got there or b.) texted her back so she could at least monitor his whereabouts. The other hackers had already come and gotten various packages throughout the day, and sitting in front of a computer screen hurt her hues a little bit.

Yawning a little bit as she stretched and removed her jacket, faded and new various types of tattoos were englossed onto her pallid flesh. Moving her palms to rub her features before she headed up the stairs to remove her combat boots and tossed them towards her closet. There had been a present sitting on her bed that she was going to give to Aiden as a belated birthday present since she felt bad for missing his birthday this past year.

Sighing she took the present and moved it from her bed over and onto the lounge chair and went to sit on her bed. Moving her hand up and taking her hair down as she tossed it to the left side, her bright blues scanned over towards the digital clock that read “9:30 pm” A growl escaped through her lips, “God..where the fuck is he?" 

Put “Oops!” in my askbox

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I’ll use a random number generator and respond to…

1. Your character walking in on mine naked.
2. Your character walking in on mine on the toilet.
3. Your character walking in on mine having a tea party with stuffed animals.
4. Your character walking in on mine in the shower.
5. Your character walking in on mine waking from a nightmare.
6. Your character walking in on mine kissing a stranger.
7. Your character walking in on mine making a shady transaction.
8. Your character walking in on mine in a revealing costume.
9. Your character walking in on mine in bed with someone.
10. Your character walking in on mine being attacked by a masked assailant.
11. Your character walking in on mine waiting in bed for them.
12. Your character walking in on mine singing at the top of their lungs.
13. Your character walking in on mine watching pornography.
14. Your character walking in on mine in the middle of a mental breakdown.
15. Your character walking in on mine piss drunk.
16. Your character walking in on mine having a heart attack.
17. Your character walking in on mine having an embarrassing fall.
18. Your character walking in on mine throwing up.
19. Your character walking in on mine masturbating.
20. Your character walking in on mine… [mun’s choice]

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If you had told me earlier today that this song could also be a warrior queen’s battle chant, I would have looked at you funny