Cohen's # 1 bitch

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asktheplasteredsplicer:

“Nothing about my… situation.. is pleasant, but since there’s nothing I can do about it I find other ways to cope.” He wasn’t the only one that was considered their options. Harriet had to a lot of work to do if they were ever going to get this rebellion under way, and keeping the bulk of her plans from Cohen is not as easy as she makes it look. At the same time this was not one of her better days and she didn’t really feel like getting up right now.

“Well…” Kyle stood, letting out a small sigh as he brushed any lingering dust from his trousers, “If there’s something I can do to….help said copping…?” He wasn’t really sure if there was anything he could do, but it was only polite to ask.

“I suppose you know where to find me,” a light, awkward laugh left his lips, “I really should be going.” The redhead didn’t make a move to leave; he wasn’t trying to rush away as fast as he could, he merely wanted to return home as he had originally planned if they were done.

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“Most of the time all I gain is the chance to make my headache worse.” Scooting over a little Harriet allowed herself to lean back until she was propping herself up against the wall. She wasn’t sure how to feel about this peace between them, but she hadn’t had a real friend of any kind since turning into a statue. Well, unless you counted Bruce, but the brute was more like a hired hand and she hardly saw him unless they needed each other for some job that needed doing around here.

“And that doesn’t sound pleasant at all.” He commented idly, not really sure if he should get back up to head on his way, or stay. Just because they suddenly said they weren’t going to fight didn’t make it any easier to talk to her…..

He wasn’t very good at talking to anyone. 

Though he was mentally thanking that she was no longer a “threat” every time he entered the Fort.

And this happened:

“Pleasurably?” Kyle said . “But how?”

“With this,” Hector said and held out a sharp eve hypo. “Just take that with some water and in half an hour, you’ll be ready..”

asktheplasteredsplicer:

Kyle’s bee reasoning was something that actually got Harriet to laugh, the sound being one of genuine amusement instead of something mocking or wicked for once. It had been a long time since he had laughed like this and it was enough to make her almost want to fall backwards until she was laying on the ground and unable to breath anymore. “Even though I win, I still think I’m going to accept the terms and call a truce between us.”

A grin stole across his lips as if proud; he had gotten the statue to laugh. Kyle had actually been afraid all she was going to do was mock him, whether he was joking or not, but to his surprise she didn’t.

“Yea? ….Good…. see? Better than fighting. Because, really, what could you gain from arguing with me?” He wasn’t actually seeking an answer, hoping there wasn’t one, because as far as he could see; there wasn’t.

asktheplasteredsplicer:

“Yeah? you think I’m the one that’s cruel? heh, you must be delusional then.” The fighting was a little annoying, but she wouldn’t admit that, instead she just looked down at the ground and went silent like she was thinking about it. “Give me three good reasons why we should stop fighting, and I’ll consider it a truce between us.” It was like saying Kyle was right without actually saying that he was, or having to admit that she agreed with him. 

“…Can that be reason one, then? ‘I’m delusional.’” As he said it he actually held up one finger, trying to keep his mouth in a straight line despite slightly amused grin threatening to form.

“Uhm, since you seem so intent on asking me about my personal life, I’d be more willing to talk if you weren’t someone I fought with…?” Another finger was held up, though the smiled faded; she said good reasons….

“….Do I really have to think of three? I don’t even think I’ve thought of two…..” He huffed a sigh, glancing over at Harriet, “…..It’s…… not wise to…upset a bee? I may look cute and fuzzy, but I can still sting, and if you’re nice maybe I’ll bring you honey……” Kyle stayed quite for a short moment before he let out a short laugh, as if in disbelief he had actually said that. Shaking his head he turned it back away from her to rest his chin atop his arms still holding his knees.

“Yea alright, you win.”

asktheplasteredsplicer:

founder-of-rapture:

(I haven’t the slightest clue what you might be talking about, nor why I would pay you for Mr.Fitzpatrick.)

((Hmm… I can see what you’re doing here.. I’ll talk to you about it later then, when things are a little more private.))

[[Oh,okay,Iseehowitis,Ijustdon’tgetasayinanythingevenifitconcernsme. I’ll just be over here. /DEATH GLARES AT HARRIET/]]

(Source: kyle-fitzpatrick)

founder-of-rapture:

kyle-fitzpatrick:

[[I MOST CETIANLY DID NOT LOVE IT. At all. It was terrifying. Andrew Ryan is a terrifying man. And you’re crazy.]]

(Now now Mr.Fitzpatrick. I’m not that terrifying, am I?)

[[………./sobsbecauseRyan No,sir,ofcoursenot;w; pleasedunharmme]]

asktheplasteredsplicer:

((I WILL BRING IT UP ALL I DAMN WELL PLEASE. How can you get PTSD from something you obviously loved SO MUCH.))

[[I MOST CETIANLY DID NOT LOVE IT. At all. It was terrifying. Andrew Ryan is a terrifying man. And you’re crazy.]]

(Source: kyle-fitzpatrick)

asktheplasteredsplicer:

((Actually, for once you’re right, you’re not my whore…. you’re Ryan’s.))

[ DON’T YOU DARE BRING THAT OMFG THAT UP, WAS ONE TIME. STFU. HOW DARE YOU. PTSD. P.T.S.D. ]

(Source: kyle-fitzpatrick)

asktheplasteredsplicer:

((what’s this? is my whore boy taking in customers strangers being my back? 8l))

[IAMNOTYOURGODDAMNWHORE,WOMAN. ……………….ahem.]

(Source: kyle-fitzpatrick)

scyithe replied to your photo: ……

Sorry, I guess I was a bit too rough. I promise next time I’ll be softer just for you. =3

………………..Do I know you?