Ichimaru Gin is a fox-faced bastard (fox_face) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-09-18 14:33:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, !trigger warning, anna marie (rogue), gin ichimaru |
Who: Rogue, Gin Ichimaru
What: Potential robbings leads to Rogue having bad times with a near mugging, which somehow turned into murderings as a means of retribution. Or as a smiling Gin might say, "Ooops. Knife slipped an' landed in ya."
When: Beginning of Sept, before the Kryptonite Plot happened.
Warnings: High. Read the What (above) and it'll be pretty apparent this isn't smut but it's probably not happy go fluffy rainbow and kitten times. Especially the cover up part. *facepalm*
Status: Complete!
Rogue was out. Which in and of itself was not unusual. But she was still reeling after a couple days of repeated dreams that was stupidly similar and sounded like the kind everyone else had, ick. Which meant she needed distracting. What better way than to go mug a mugger? She couldn’t think of a better way to fix her head. Not that was really a good means of dealing with one’s headaches was to go robbing people. It was totally legit. At least in her book.
So she’d hunted down some assholes. Which you know wasn’t hard in a place like this. She had dressed in daisy dukes & a plaid shirt with knee high boots for tonight’s excurisons. She had a knife down her boot, thanks to Raven’s insistence that she learn to handle one better. But she wasn’t worried. She had unbuttoned the top few buttons of the shirt, exposing enough skin to be distracting as she caught their attention. Rogue being Rogue was charming, and as sweet as honey. Things were going good, she had them fooled, playing the flirt, until they backed her into an alley way. Her plans had backfired and she found herself pinned to the wall by one while the other stood guard.
There was little thought to what was going to happen. One guy ran his hand up her leg as she grimaced. His touch was gross and she was not having any of it as she shoved him hard away from her and darted down the alley, only to find it a dead end without a way up or out. The sweet southern belle frowned as she grabbed the knife from her boot. “Fuck.” she muttered as she dropped into a stance. Time to wish she had a little more fighting prep.
Someone else who was good at having other people fooled was Gin Ichimaru. Even though there was that boyish smile smeared on his face that made him hard to read (besides mischievous glee), he had spent his life since his late teens racking up a body count. Truth be told, he had what he felt a legitimate reason behind it, but he'd grown so desensitized to it over time, that he started getting creative to keep from getting bored. That was IF he wanted the bodies found with parts of their insides cut out and wrapped around throats or limbs, and hadn't hacked them to pieces and either dumped the parts out in the conveniently nearby ocean, or fed a few tidbits to the neighborhood dogs.
He was very popular with the pets around his house. And at least he observed the fact that feeding tidbits of someone he had just killed to Jessie's pets was a big fat no no. Never in the house. It was sacred, pristine, and profoundly peaceful territory. Fine. Maybe not with Yachiru breaking in, but at least he knew her.
So it was that a flash-stepping Gin felt some familiar energy to him, nearby. He had been hopping from rooftop to rooftop in a blur of white clothes and hair, but veered off course to have a peek-see and find out if it was who he thought it was.
There was the slightest rush of air as he came to a sudden halt, the toes of his shoes hanging just over the edge of the rooftop, and his hair hanging down as he peered down at what looked like a situation in progress. It sure didn't look good so far, but he didn't want to get sassed on if he was interrupting what could be an impending butt kicking. His tongue made a little clucking sound against the roof of his mouth, as he deliberated and kept a careful eye on the man.
Either way? It was becoming obvious that someone's gonna get cut. The current bet was on Skeezy's blood hitting the ground before anyone else's did.
Rogue twirled the knife her fingers to get a better grip before she ran for the garbage bin on the left and leapt on top of it. She moved lightly and quickly, trying to get up and around idiot one before dealing with the fact there was a second one down the end of the alley. She didn’t regret her night, no, because she knew that her life led to some bad moments. This was just one of them. No bigs. She’d get out of it some way before things got bad.
Worse. Anyways. She made the leap and landed it, heading to run across and jump down when he grabbed her by the foot and she slammed into the top of the dumpster with a groan. That fucking hurt. She bounced up, livid and wondering just how bruised her cheek was going to be, oh and if she’d cracked a rib cause that corner was not nice.
Instead of focusing though on her aches she kicked the guy in the chest. “Ah’ve dealt with horses and bulls, you are just a pain in my damn ass.” she growled at the man in her sweet voice before turning to run again. She didn’t get far as he slammed her into the wall hard enough to make her squeak. Fine. Be that way. She turned and drove the knife into the guy. She could only slam it into his arm, but it was better than nothing. She ducked down as he flailed in panic and darted out from him. Seeing the best way out was up she started to clamber up and pulled herself onto the rooftop, and flumped backwards, gasping for air. The guy was too big to climb up after her, and well, he was bleeding and had a knife in his arm. But his partner was already running down the alley towards him. She rolled slowly, aching, and looked down over the side. “Damn it. Just go away.” she swore in creole, and rolled to her feet, taking a sharp breath in and growling in annoyance. “Merde.” she looked around.
There had been the obligatory winces for the ouch, and then a silent fistpump cheer when Rogue finally got to cut-a-bitch. Much like he had done with Aizen and stood back, looking like he had his head in the clouds while a fight was happening in front of him, Gin didn't do anything. Yet. He waited until she had climbed up, and flopped over. That was when a cheerful face was suddenly about one inch away from the tip of her nose, all bent down and everything.
"Howdy," Gin said, like they had just run into one another on a sidewalk at 3pm on a sunny afternoon. "Fancy findin' ya here, huh? Gonna need some steak on your face for that shiner you're sportin'."
He pointed right at it. Helpfully. While grinning.
"Merde!" She squeaked seeing him nose to nose with her. She breathed through her nose as she stared. "Fancy seein you here sugah." She replied after catching her breath.
"No? Really!?" She quipped at him to his steak comment. "And here ah was thinkin a bag o'frozen peas." She purred before slinking away far enough to sit up without whacking noodles.
"They wander off yet?" She asked flicking blood off her fingers.
Whacking noodles would've been hilarious, but that might add more insult to injury.
"Noooooooope," Gin replied in a lazily drawling voice, before standing up to his full height again and leaning a little to the side to peek down at the dirty duo. "They're circling like a couple'a dogs around a tree, tryin’ ta climb up. Nice knifin' though? That one's bleedin' like a stuck pig."
He held one hand down to her - to help her up if she wanted it - his head tilted slightly to one side and a smile on his face.
"I dinnit want to interrupt an' ruin the moment," he added, while waiting, "but I can scare 'em off if ya want. Just gimme the word."
She already hurt. No need to add a migraine. She took the offered hand and got to her feet. "Damn." She leaned over and blew them a kiss. Before kicking a half a brick at their heads.
"Ah missed but ahll take ruining his jacking off side" She snorted. It was a guess but he seemed like s lefty. "Might as well. Ah lost mah knife." She actually pouted at that.
Standing by Rogue's side, Gin actually snerked at the brick kick, and then looked pleasantly thoughtful as he thought over what she was saying.
"Whacha gonna do if he's ambidextrous?" he joked, then said in a slightly more serious tone of voice. "I'll get that knife back for ya. There's one for each of us."
If Gin went down there, then neither of those guys were going to have a good chance of leaving that space ever again. In all actuality, he'd probably hunt down their spirits and slice those in two, too.
"Ah guesss ahll have to take out his other arm." She said with a light laugh as she looked to him. " oh you will?" She mused on that with a smile.
"Dem be worse than jes pushin a girl around. Watched em break in ta a car. Bettin they hopped up on something too." Rogue picked pockets and occasionally broke into rich houses but never cars, rarely.stole cars but never broke into a locked one. Sure. Or poor people. She had standards.
"Two on two better odds." She grinned.
"Two on two’s good. But if they're pickin' on girls like that, then they might be missing more than an arm," was Gin's sly reply, since he meant they'd be missing their lives. He moved to the edge of the roof and shrugged as though to say 'what can ya do?' when faced with such a sticky situation. He had plenty that he could do, just not in front of Rogue, since he didn't like giving up all of his secrets or tricks up his long white sleeves. The stinker. He did draw out his zanpakuto, a wakizashi with a light blue hilt and a delicately curving S shaped tsuba.
As a personal preference, there was always something better about stabbing compared to shooting. It required much more killing intent, focus, and sheer hatred on a physical level, to stab someone repeatedly. Especially when it was someone he had decided fully deserved it.
Even so, Gin had to offer before he went hopping over the edge at the (currently) not bleeding mugger, "Ya want first crack at 'em?"
"Mmmm ah don't mind. Teach em a lesson." She looked at him with a grin. "Aint you full o’secrets?” she purred as she rolled her aching shoulder. The dumpster was hell on the body. But she didn’t mind too much. No, she was ready to teach them a lesson they’d never forget. She’d never left anyone for dead but she wouldn’t see it as too much of a stretch. She’d quietly justify it in her head as they deserved it. And they did, they were dealers and bullies and more.
Rogue didn’t like guns. If she had to resort to violence she much preferred to use her hands. If she was going to be responsible for pain and suffering, she wanted to feel it. To not detach from it. There was no respect in that. She wasn’t terribly honorable - she did thieve for a living after all - but even she had her honor. Sorta.
In reply to him, she smiled ever so sweetly, put a foot on the edge and did a quick calculation in her head before pushing off to drop onto the man. She tucked and rolled on the way and tumbled into the wall harmlessly, coming up in a crouch, grinning at the dazed man. A flying ball of southern girl was a surprise. This was the one time her jumping out of hay lofts served her well - she’d fallen from higher out of a barn door a few times. Raven had been right - sometimes you just had to be ready to take on a bear of a man.
Right on all counts, there.
"This ol' thing? I only keep it around cuz it's purdy," he confessed before kicking into action. Naturally, Gin was a little more elegantly laid back about the whole affair, though he did appreciate the sheer brutality of hayloft jumping in order to knock someone over. He might give off the appearance of being lazy or clueless, but Gin never half assed anything.
He landed on the top of a trashcan with added emphasis, so it would deliberately make noise and seem more natural. A quick hop down to the second man's side and his arm moved in a wide arc, bringing the point of the sword around. It made contact and slid with ease into the other man's side and into his body. As that happened, Gin rested his free hand against the other man's mouth and said "...shhhhh..." very softly, before giving the blade a twist and yanking it free. In doing so, the blood slid off metal and landed in an arc on the pavement.
Nope. He was never one to half ass it.
Rogue wasn’t much of a half-asser either. Hence the hayloft jump. That annnnnd it was fun. She was going to pay for it all anyways, may as well enjoy herself right? She hooked a long lean leg around the man’s ankle,and pulled it back, knocking him down so she could roll up and crouch on his hips with her heels digging ever so sweetly into his groin and thigh. “Ah think yer buddy there’s havin’ a bad day.” she mused as she drummed her nails lightly on his forehead.
She looked over as the other man slid to the ground then sighed softly. “Ah’d be sorry if you didn’t try to force yerself on me. But ah’m not and ah bet ye ain’t a nice man.” he swore at her then, and tried to grab her. So she leaned forward and drove her knees into his elbows. She felt a momentary loss of words. What was she supposed to do? The other man certainly wasn’t getting back up again. And it wasn’t like she could leave this one around to blab.
She bit her lip and looked around, the place was dead, thankfully. She grabbed her knife, tearing it easily from flesh and placed her hand over his mouth, giving him a look that pretty much said sorry but not really. And with a hand that had slit the throat of many a pig, a cow and a chicken, she deftly applied the same technique to the man’s throat. Just enough pressure put on his head so he didn’t spurt out on her, before she moved off him and pushed him sideways so he was face down, and sat on him to wait it out.
“Well.” Rogue was shaking a bit as she shook her knife off and stared at the man. Well she hadn’t planned on that but she was a resourceful girl, and while she’d have a freaking heart attack about it later, now was not the time to lose her shit. No, instead she just looked up at Gin with a ‘Well. THAT escalated quickly’ look on her face, but a sparkle in her eye that was akin to mischief.
She’s so cute. ♥
He also had to admit, that was nice knife work as far as getting it over and done with went.
"........oooooops." Gin shrugged apologetically after sheathing his sword. He shrugged apologetically and nudged dead guy #1 with a foot, with a sigh. It was like he found a spot on the carpet. Of course, now there was a bunch of spots around. "Guess a mop up job's kinda outta the question."
Ya think? Speaking of thinking, he looked pretty thoughtful about what he was going to do, to cover their tracks. Especially since he'd been flash-stepping it and not driving.
"Well?" he said like he came to a final decision. “Ya might not wanna watch what I'm gonna do."
Because taking heads and hands and putting them in a bag before dumpstering the rest of the bodies, probably wasn't going to be too pleasant. But it was easier if there wasn't any dental records or fingerprints to check. Thus concludes today's Tips Of The Assassin Trade.
Rogue’s god-damned adorable. Girl killed chickens and pigs and cows for food. It wasn’t a huge stretch to be able to do it for defense (sorta). “Ah think this needs more than a mop.” she said, her voice sturdy even if she was trembling like a leaf. (hey, girl’s just robbed people, this was new and kinda terrifying.) She hopped off the guy and poked him. “Well. He ain’t gonna be pushing girls into walls anymore and tryin’ ta cop a feel.” she shivered at that again as she wiped her knife clean and tucked it away. Ick. It was a bit gross feeling after a minute.
She lifted her hands as if to say no problem and turned the other way. Because really, she wasn’t sure how she was gonna handle this period. Let alone watching him play clean up. Although she was going… wait how did he have a plan for something like this??? Not that she’d pry. Now didn’t seem the time to really pry. Rogue was totally a thieves guild kind of girl, not an assassin's guild girl. But hey, she could learn. Or not as she was busy trying to sort this into her head and not panic. Give her credit. She was totally trying to be a good girl but despite it all she was still shaking like a leaf.
Totally popped her ending-a-life cherry. Oops? She looked back when she’d stopped hearing the icky noises and canted her head at him. “This is soooo going to sound wrong but ah? need a damn drink.” she said laughing shyly. She’ll panic later. When she’s not standing in a soon-to-be back in public stance. She did a once over. “Did ah get any on me? Ah feel that’d be bad to make it back to the apartment with.”
That cherry was so popped. GG, Gin.
For someone who had to slice through bodies, it didn't seem to take him too long to do that either. Of course, he wasn't admitting anything? But he wasn't about to let his new cute friend get mauled or caught. When all else failed, play dumb, and the most important part was to get finished, get them both out of there, and let her get the heebies when they were in a safe place.
"Ya gotta lil' on ya, but I don't think they're gonna anywhere no more," Gin said in a most conversational manner, like they were talking about where they were going to go for the best ice cream or coffee. As it was, they really weren't going anywhere, except some physical parts of them might make it to the dump, and the other parts were going to end up hell knows where. Their souls? Well, the hell gate could open up and drag them in, where they'd be eaten by monsters until they went insane and their bones turned to dust. Or whatever it was that went on in Hell, that he only vicariously knew about. Shinigami didn't tread there, only sent souls along to where they needed to go, or dispatched the bad ones. The criminals didn't need bothered with. Simply go to Hell, do not pass go, and do not collect $200.
He rifled through a dumpster to find a large plastic bag, emptied it out, and put the hands and heads into it. And then the larger portions of the bodies went into the dumpster, and the smaller portions into the cans around it.
By the time he was done and was standing by her side, he had turned his jacket inside out so the blood didn't show and didn't seem too perturbed about the smears of blood on his pants. There was a red smear on one cheek and a few droplets in his white hair. The smile was ever in place, without so much as faltering.
"You're gonna be all right. But unless ya live close by, I think we better find a ride. Since I wasn't drivin'." He tried to look sheepish and failed miserably. "Whoops? My walks've turned into somethin' dangerous. I wonder how that happened."
Yes. How did that happen. Because the randomness of it is unpossible. *facepalm*
She made a face at the well, rapidly being displaced bodies. Fuck it. They belonged in a dumpster anyways. Treating pretty ladies like that. Not that that made her FEEL better. Just. Heebies. Ick. Not that blood bothered her. Nope. Not in the least. But there was an ick factor here she wasn’t used to. God help her if she ever got used to it (or you know, spent more time with Gin, cause that’ll be trouble brewing).
Rogue smiled at him. “You uh got some.” she turned her sleeve inside out so it’d be hidden afterwards and deftly brushed the splatter off his cheek. “ah’m afraid ah can’t get the splash out of yer hair but it’s fashionable.” she said with a grin “You look like me but in reverse!” she tried another grin.
Now back to thieving. THAT she could manage. “Oh a car? No bigs. Ah got a friend who’ll take it off my hands afterwards” Hells bells and candy shells, man. She meandered back onto the street and fumbled in her pocket like she was looking for keys. She’d already noted earlier what cars were unlocked (girl hated breaking into a car if she didn’t have to when she saw something stealable) and slid into a beat up old chevy, popping the door for Gin. “Hop on in.” she grinned widely. “Ain’t perdy but it’ll do.” she leaned down as if she was fixing her shoe and started work on hot wiring the car.
Aww, his hair did look like that, once he squeegied his fingers down the strands so it looked red tinged. What an excellent idea, even if it was going to dry to a dirty brown eventually. Blame it on a bad dye job. Bwahaha!
He had smiled the whole time she rubbed his face and was smiling even as she deftly went to work stealing a car. They officially belong in jail for a very, very long time. Oh well. At least Gin had made sure it was a clean enough getaway, since he also took their wallets and valuables. What fun is cutting up bodies if you can't rifle through their belongings? Not that he got to keep much of it, because whatever could be tracked like phones or credit cards, ended up smashed or burned.
And lookie there! His new friend was a real handy gal to know. A gleeful looking Gin threw the bag in like it was full of groceries and not body parts, and took a seat. He slouched down just enough to look comfortable and said with a smile, "This ain't your first rodeo, is it?"
He meant the car theft, since he knew too well she was a bit rattled where the killing was concerned.
“Perfect!” she grinned at his hair. It worked. People had weirder hairstyles everywhere. His was just another weird one in a world of weird hair. No bigs. Not there anyways. Rogue would advocate for getting rid of the trackable stuff, she held no truck with that annoyance. After all she was already digging through for a phone of her own - and dropping a quick call to her friend, telling them she had a present for him and left it at that. He’d know where to grab it. She had the car running under her fingers in seconds, ready to go.
“Ain’t my first rodeo, nope.” she said laughing softly. “Ah don’t ‘ave my own car, ain’t no need right?” she grinned wickedly as she raked a hand through her hair. She smiled at him and shrugged a bit, laughing. “Where we goin first?” she nodded lightly, not really directly but pretty much meaning to deal with their groceries. She wanted a shot of jack and a shower but she’d manage to wait until they finished clean up. Rogue? No desire to get caught for something this dumb and random.
"I can take care of this stuff," he said with a nod of his head toward the back seat, "but we probably need ta change clothes. We can go to your place if ya want, or mine. Whichever. I'm sure we both got stuff ta drink either way we pick. Lady's choice, cuz she's drivin'."
If they were pulled over, then Gin would have to kill the police, and there would be more bodies to dump off and a police car to deal with...which he would do in a heartbeat. But it would probably be a bad thing, so fingers crossed that didn't happen. Because eeeeesh already, you two. Eeeesh.
Nope Rogue’s good at driving to match everyone else. No one’s getting policed today! Mostly because she just hotwired a car and you know KILLED A MAN.. she’s got no desire to get nailed by a cop right now. It was just bad juju. She nodded a bit. “A’ight. Mah place it is cause ah’ll ditch this nearby for mah buddy to grab.” she maneuvered onto the road and headed towards her place, driving all nice and following traffic, although she made sure to stop at stop lights and all that jazz. She turned on the radio and winced. “God. Do these people have no taste?” as some awful old people music came on.
She parked the car about three blocks for her place. “We gotta walk, he be pickin’ it up from here and ah ain’t leaving it at my place.” she unhooked the wires and slid out of the car, stretching idly as she did so. Yep angry ribs. She hissed a smidge then forced herself to relax. Tensing up just hurt more. She walked languidly along to the apartment, letting herself in and holding the door for Gin. The place was spartan to say the least. But it had a TV of decent size, a comfy as sin couch, a papasan to flump in and a well stocked makeshift bar. And food, of course. Sorta. There wasn’t a huge selection, Rogue had been kind of down on her thieving luck (god, that streak just kept GOING).
Gin's house was going to look like a white-washed n' glass mansion in comparison, but he did as he always did. Made himself right at home. He would have done so in the middle of one of those houses on that Hoarders show, perching on a pile of doll heads and clothes and cardboard shoe boxes, as easily as he would have on a chaise lounge.
He did look around for a place to drop the trashbag of FUN down, after entering. He'd have zero problems lounging around, but he didn't want to run the chance of a leak happening.
"Nice place," he said, like he'd just walked into a place right out of the pages of Better Homes & Gardens. "Do ya got somethin' I can put Harold and Joe inta? Like a sink? Or another bag or two? Or, even better, another bag or two an' some big ol' shopping bag. So it looks like I was out buyin' bowlin' balls or Halloween decorations. 'Cept there was a leak in the fake blood bottle. That's so inconvenient."
You're a sick bunny, Mr. Ichimaru.
"If ya point me in the right direction, I'll get it myself. Unless," he paused for emphasis, "ya got things in here that ya don't want me seein'."
Not like she hasn't seen enough today. Eeesh.
She smiled faintly and grabbed him another garbage bag and one of those big shopping bags. "You throw em in the tub. Ah got bleach and ammonia fer cleaning so ifn they ooze ahll be okay."
"Aint nice sugah. All ah can manage. " a smile. Ever letting her see his place may make her feel vaguely depressed over her own shabby digs. At least she was clean. She didn't even have mail lying on a table.
"Nothing hiding here. Ah don't steal nothing to keep save fer cash.." a light shrug.
"You're my new favoritest person ever, an' not just because stealin' cash's the smartest most untrackable thing ya could do," Gin said, plopping the bag inside the other bag and then that one into the shopping bag. He leaned in and breezed a fleeting kiss against her cheek. "Dun ya worry none about these guys. I'll leave 'em in the bathroom sink first, in case ya wanna shower. That way the ooze'll go down the drain, but I'm pretty sure they're oozed out. Be right back."
He went to do that, washing the red out of his hair in the shower. It left the faintest of pink stains there, but his hair felt cleaner, and it only took a quick drying off with a hand towel before he walked out of the bathroom again.
Rogue laughed softly. “Oh ah am huh? Why fer?” she wasn’t gonna ask if he was gonna turn her in. After all he helped her commit a bigger crime than robbery. She wasn’t worried about that, at least. She felt she could trust him, to some degree anyways. She smiled faintly at the friendly breezy cheek kiss and shook her head a bit. “Fair enough, and yah, prolly. Best ta just not risk it, anyways.” she watched him go before picking a bottle of vodka off the shelf and setting it on the coffee table with a pair of glasses. Not for the first time did she wish she had a bigger apartment. Or a real house. She sighed softly and flumped down on the couch. Holy shit, did she seriously? When he came back out she was pouring the vodka, hand shaking a smidge. Girl ain’t never done that before.
“Ain’t top shelf but it’s vodka.” she said apologetically.
"That's fine. An' because ya said ta throw 'em in the tub and because ya got guts ta help," he said, pleasantly, and sat down next to her on the couch. The way he sat down anywhere was like someone took a overcooked wet noodle and slapped it down, so it conformed perfectly to the furniture item in question. Gin watched her hands as she poured the drinks, not at all seeming bothered by the fact it wasn't the more expensive type and his smile fading a smidge when he noticed her hand trembling.
In his mind, they deserved it for trying to hurt a girl. That crap wasn't right. Only this time, he didn't spend a hundred years waiting around to get revenge. Maybe he had learned something from his dream self: Why wait when you could get more instantaneous satisfaction when it was what was deemed to be justifiable?
He took one of the glasses and vaguely confessed in a light and airy voice, "I don' make a habit o' doin' that ta people who dinnit have it comin' to 'em. An' if ya think of what they coulda done if they did corner you? Then ya know they had it comin'."
Rogue smiled at him and shrugged a bit. “What’s done is done. Ain’t gonna let it leak out on my carpet when this jes is an apartment.” she laughed softly. “Ah’m not lettin’ anyone step up to protect me without my own help, no?” she canted her head at him.
“Tha’s a good thing, yeah? Ah know. They’d have been none too nice with me if they really cornered me. Ah’d be in deep trouble.” she purred lightly as she took a shot of the vodka and smiled faintly. “Ain’t upset. But gotta admit, first one.” she laughed lightly, shaking her head in amazement. “Ah’ve stolen cars, beat up assholes who done tried more than their fair share with me, robbed em blind..” she pushed her hair back, smiling faintly at him.
"Any luck, ya won't have ta do it again. It probably don't suit ya any, tastes-wise." He shrugged a shoulder before sedately taking a drink, like he was sipping water. "I don' make a habit of it, personally." Oh you liar, Gin. "But I did take offense to 'em causing you trouble."
Of course he was smiling back at her. He always smiled. But now his eyes were open just a little bit more than before, so that the sky blue color showed just a little more clearly. It was a momentary change from the usual happy squint he had going on and it wasn't something he often did around very many other people. Girls he liked, friends or otherwise, saw it more often. Or enemies, if he was dead serious. Then he opened his eyes normally. It wasn't like they'd have an opportunity to see that a second time, anyway.
"Once ya wash the blood off, you'll probably feel better," he reassured her.
She nodded quietly. "Ah'm more thief than killer but ah don't mind so much since they had no good planned. Ah picked the wrong marks."
ROGUE eyed him for a moment. Then smiled. "Ahm glad you were the one ta find me." She lidded her eyes in contrast. Rogue let her confident stance relax. He got to see the real her: confident but scared, bad ass but still a girl. A mixed package of awesome and worry.
Then she laughed. "A nice hot shower always fixes everything".
"At least ya realized the marks were bad news, so maybe it won' happen again." He liked that she wasn't afraid to be vulnerable like that. After all, he had a lot of things hid deep down in himself, that he never let out. Her doing that took guts. It was also why what he told her next had a double meaning, "I'm glad I found ya too."
Not only crossing paths in a bad situation, but in general. And since they had killed together, it meant they had a special little connection. Nothing quite like shedding a little bit of someone else's blood together.
"You should come over ta my place sometime. I've gotta nice roommate with pets an' a big ol' kitchen. I can fix ya somethin' nice an' there's plenty ta drink."
There was also absolutely nothing there that would give away what he did for a living, since he was careful to keep his living space livable. No blood and guts to muck it up.
Rogue smiled at him. “Maybe. Ah have shitty luck some days.” she said quietly as she looked at him then nudged him lightly with her shoulder. “Good.Ah think we’ll be damn good friends, yeah?” she teased a bit. Vulnerable. It was a word she hated but she also knew that hiding from said word wasn’t good. Embrace and learn.
“That’d be nice. Ah can do that. Ah’ve got… this.” she gestured lightly to the crappy apartment. “Ain’t much but ah try.” she laughed faintly. She knew it was a shitty rat hole of an apartment. She wasn’t stupid but she also barely made rent half the time. She sighed softly and brushed her hair out of her eyes. “Now yer makin’ me wish ah wasn’t living in a shit hole.” she said, laughing at him lightly. “Careful bout invitin’ me over, ah may just stand around awestruck.” she grinned.
Having been sneaking through some real dives, this apartment was a lot nicer than those, on the overall scale of things. Gin smiled and nudged her shoulder a little in return, before shaking his head slowly.
"I won' lie, I got a nice house. First time in my life I've had one, but I saw it an' I liked it. So I took all the money I had in my savings over the past few years an' bought it. So if ya wanna come over an' gawk at it? That's ok by me. I'd be a bad friend if I dinnit let ya see where I live, after ya showed me where you lived."
“Ya got good taste in furniture.” He slouched back into the couch a little bit, saying in a pleased sounding sigh, "This couch's real comfy."
"Ahll come an gawk. Ah barely make rent most months. Ah don't think ah'll ever own a house. Its okay. Ah'll inherit mah family farm when they go." She shrugged.
"Ah like comfort. Ahm on mah feet a lot so ah like ta come home and be comfy as sin." She looked over at him and smiled.
"Thanks again, Gin." She drawled as she flumped back too. She grinned widely.
"You're welcome, ta both the offer ta gawk an' everythin' else," was Gin's lazy reply, in his own version of a drowsy drawl. He looked and sounded like he was about to fall asleep right there.
Those heads in the bathroom could wait a while, until he was ready to leave and get rid of them somewhere well outside of Orange County.