Re: Quicklog, Marvel: Clementine M/Shane A
[The mention of her brother—Alexander—earned a grimace, and it was more bite than bark. Shane hated him, black and unforgiving—the way he felt about fucking Iris, yeah? And the thought of him fucking Clementine twisted disgust on Shane's features. Maybe it had to do with her pops being as fucked as he was that she wasn't more concerned about it, but that kind of shit didn't sit well with the man swaying. He sighed, hard, through his nose, the itch of want picking at him again.] Yeah, okay. Only man that's looked. [His voice was a growl hedged with disbelief.] So what? You never look? Or you want to be chased by some fuck with tears in his eyes?
[Shane frowned at Clementine's grin, hitching his shoulders to pinch her fingers where they brushed his neck, but none of it was serious. He just got uncomfortable about shit like this. He didn't give a fuck about nearly anything, but he wasn't a man accustomed to touch, yeah? So the press of bodies and her smug smile all got a diversion of eyes as he moved foot to foot, without finesse but in time.] Shut the fuck up.