i would appreciate it, if you did . .

there doesn’t seem to be a cure.

have you been eating well . . ? ( mumbling into his mouth, grey eyes half lidded, eyebrows furrowed just enough to form a soft crease as he eases into ace’s warmth. ) ( knowing the other, he probably had been eating anything with legs and a heartbeat, barbecued to perfection. hence the concern. )

( blinking a couple of times to ensure he wasn’t hallucinating before tattooed hands frame freckled cheeks, and he leans in to kiss him. ) ( lingering and wanton, he pulls back rather slowly. ) can you do that more often? i’m starting to like your unexpected appearances.

( starstruck, and dazed. just as he’s about to return the kiss, ace pulls away. a little ‘oof’ leaves him at the shoulder slap. ) hi . . ??

I MAKE MY OWN FATE.

( grey eyes gloss over his features, lingering over the way his teeth caught his bottom lip. a soft hum leaving him, eyelids growing heavy at the warmth his hands were sharing. ) you didn’t answer my question from earlier . . ( closing in the gap between their lips, he kisses ace gently, ➷

( rolling his eyes, he keeps silent on his way to his room, setting ace down on his bed before crowding him against the mattress, arms on either side of him, caging him in. ) ( looking at him with an almost obsessive stare, the blush across his freckled face was . . ) cute.

you asked for it . . ( practically hauling ace over his shoulder and making his way to his room, grey eyes shooting daggers at any onlookers. )

pay up then . .

( blinking at him, warmth creeping up his neck slowly. he didn’t think it would work— it was an awful attempt at flirting. ) no we can not . . come along then . .

taking up space . . not paying rent.

( as long as he doesn’t bring up bread, the surgeon won’t be utterly disgusted. throwing up his hands up, somewhat defensively. ) okay, okay i won’t . . ?

there is a child who cowers inside me, and hopes that a god will eventually find me.

perhaps. ( definitely not a grossed out. ) you were pissing me off, what else was i supposed to do?!

i believe porcupine tastes like pig— according to my polar bear friend- that’s irrelevant the porcupine you ate was probably infested with worms. YOUR-MOM-A-HOE-METER.

is he hard of hearing or is he just stupid . .

why would you go through all the effort of removing all those quills when you could’ve just looked around for a deer or even a bear . . TH-ER-MO-METER.

why would you eat porcupine— you deserve the stomachache. THERMOMETER.

a nefarious one. what did you eat . . that’s probably the cause of this predicament of yours. no, the thermostat is an entirely different thing— thermometer. t h e r m o m e t e r.

i’m not really in the mood, it’s just a stomachache you’ll be fine . . you mean a thermometer?

how unfortunate.

the look she gives him makes him smile deviously. it seems whatever he’s doing is working— he loves getting these kinds of reactions from her. a hearty laugh leaves him before he speaks once again. “silent treatment, huh? you’re just making me want to keep your heart even longer.”

( stepping inside, he closes the door behind him and pulls up a chair to perch on and continue to annoy her, comfortably. ) i don’t even have your heart on me right now, so i wouldn’t be able to return it even if i wanted to. it’s on the tang, safe and sound in the comforts of my room.

( blinking a couple times before he starts chuckling at her reaction. he would wait a little before opening up the door and peeking his head inside. )

i don’t feel like returning it just yet.

hmm . . let me think about it.

i’m not threatening you, i’m just letting you know that’s how you’re supposed to imagine me in those little fantasies of yours. haunting and terrifying. not cute and cuddly. ( his face sours as he struggles to get the last part out without wrenching. )

the only thoughts you should be having about me are utterly terrifying ones . . like me pilfering your organs with you splayed out on my operating table, awake, no anesthesia . . just the adrenaline of it all making you numb. ( deadpan delivery, staring right into his soul through those ➷

( raising a curious brow now, he seems to have found a sensitive spot to pick at. ) how else would you effectively describe your strange thoughts and imaginations if not calling it a fantasy?

i believe that raccoon-ya is the only doctor around that’s . . . cute . . and easy to charm. ( he’s the epitome of :C the longer this conversation continues. still appalled by the little comment about a sunny disposition. ) your fantasies are rather strange cook-ya.

( jaw clenching, utterly offended. ) last i checked, your captain was no where near qualified to be called a doctor. perhaps all that smoking is catching up to you and has messed with both your lungs and brain.

i’m just curious, about which doctor in particular you’re referring to. ( squinting at him suspiciously, especially after he starts laughing maniacally. )

what is wrong with you . .

you’re being singled out because i care . . it’s better to take preventative measures than to let yourself succumb to disease and illness. your captain trusts me, you should too. you’re forgetting the time i put your heart in your navigators body— that’s besides the point. you should trust me more.

i don't need to flirt i get bitches with my autism, very severe trauma and my tiny waist

however, the curse continues eternally, never broken.

again with the incorrect assumptions . . you really gotta stop with those.

yeah and they’re all going to die sooner rather than later. can’t have you running the same risk. i could quite literally show you how bad your lungs are doing— IM NOT HARMING THEM SO WHY ARE YOU SO WORKED UP ABOUT THIS?!

if that’s how you want to interpret it . .

no, i like seeing you all riled up.

( looking away, a little bashful. ) yes.

Kat.♡̷̷ˎˊ˗ skjcdjok daph i’m sorry 😭😭😭

flirting. duh. 🙄

i’m not depraved??????

i'm a murderer, but! i have principles.