taking a bite out of warm, freshly baked bread? thats what love is
If you’ve ever wondered why Messenger drives a Very Small Scooter despite other vehicles being able to actually carry stuff better: this is why.
Boot Buddies
Closed Prompt Based Starter for @rcdpyro
CW: Kidnapping, drug mention, injury, being tied up in the trunk of a car
Note: Please don’t feel pressured to match length I went a little ham.
Appx Time: 0200
Appx Location: A Half-Paved Road in, Maybe, Arizona.
The worst part was the chafing. Messenger’s skin was about as resilient against regular fiber ropes as paper was to fire. Make that wax paper. Her skin was almost always an eczematic anyway, she really did not need, want, or appreciate the help of the mob thugs with making everything terrible. The only good thing about the relentless itching and stinging was that it was very fucking distracting. It’s hard to fear for one’s life when one is as irritated as an oyster.
How she’d come to wake up in what felt about the size of and bumped along the ruts in the road like a trunk, Messenger was not entirely sure. She assumed, being able to eventually spot the outline of handlebars once her eyes adjusted to the dark, that she’d been ambushed on her evening route. Once her processing skills were somewhat back on line, she could also feel the weight of the Vespa on top of her and it was, admittedly, not the best feeling. And, if the throbby-hurty-burny feeling along her right calf was anything to go by, they hadn’t even waited for the exhaust pipe to cool down to toss it in on top of her. She felt pretty drugged though, so at least her nerves weren’t completely online to have to deal with that. Except the ones in her wrists, apparently. Fuck those nerves.
In desperation, Messenger attempted to rub her wrists, bound behind her back, against the side of the trunk. She failed. Something warm and softer than the interior of a car was in the way. Pressed up right against her, actually, now that she was slowly starting to process physical space again. Rubbery a bit, against her hands. And what was that? Hand shape feel? Gloves maybe? The groggy thought that she should say hello to her new boot buddy managed to make its way through Messenger’s brain to her mouth.
“Hrmglmf.”
Yes perfect. It also explained why her mouth felt like it was stuffed with cotton-balls that tasted like her scarf. The brilliant answer she finally came to was that the scarf was the cotton-balls all along.
Messenger riding in a stretch limo with a pizza to herself: This is the Height of Luxury!
Send me “Restrained” + a number for a starter in which one or both of our characters are:
Or send “Restrained?” for a randomly generated number.
1. Locked in the trunk of a car
2. Tied to a chair
3. Chained up to the wall
4. In a cage
5. Behind prison bars
6. In a room with a locked door and barred windows
7. Hand-cuffed to an object of their choice
8. Hand-cuffed to one other person (or each other)
9. Stuck in a hole underground
10. Trapped in an attic
11. Trapped in a tomb or mausoleum
12. Stuck in the back of a police car
13. Stuck in an elevator
14. Locked in a vault
15. Strapped to a table
“Hey messenger. Why do so many adventurers go camping? Because its in-tents.”
“It sure is!”
i don’t get how ppl can hate the rain ? like…..the ocean came all this way to give the world tiny kisses & u treat her like this ???
“If you’re really serious then yes absolutely. I know a place- actually I know a specific dog. Mastiffish looking mutt with a kinda crooked jaw that makes her tongue hang all doofy and she looks funky but she’s super sweet. But uh, she’s just the first to come to mind. I mmm…”
She got a bit sheepish.
“I can’t own a dog with how mobile I have to be so uh… I miiiigght use a pretty big chunk of my pay on funding several no-kill rescues. Potentially. Smallest one’s just outside Badlands limits near a town called Overlook.”
Dell frowned softly and rubbed the back of his neck “I don’t think I could keep any given my job either” he admitted “but I would still love to help with what you do, keeping the shelters up and running, I’d be more than happy to pith in.”
“You sure? You don’t think we could armor up a dog and train it to fetch wrenches and stuff?” She half teased, “Thanks, in serious speaking, they can always use extra hands. And someone to figure out how to keep Blintz from escaping every possible outdoor enclosure and mutineering the kitchen. In the top two smartest dogs I’ve ever met. He more or less brought down a crime lord by accident-long story- oh great I’m rambling but hey! They’re good dogs.”
“Yeah it’s foolproof” she agreed, then listened, her face starting to cautiously light up, “Woah woah wait a second, are you serious? Do you want a dog? Like, currently are you in the market for a big ole dog? Like hell yeah dog bird team, but do you… do you want a dog? Right now? At this moment? A grown up dog?”
Dells eyes widned “I do want a dog” he said sitting up “can we go get a dog” something in him had been awakened. He knew he couldn’t keep one on his own, given his job but if someone else was in for he he was all down.
“If you’re really serious then yes absolutely. I know a place- actually I know a specific dog. Mastiffish looking mutt with a kinda crooked jaw that makes her tongue hang all doofy and she looks funky but she’s super sweet. But uh, she’s just the first to come to mind. I mmm…”
She got a bit sheepish.
“I can’t own a dog with how mobile I have to be so uh… I miiiigght use a pretty big chunk of my pay on funding several no-kill rescues. Potentially. Smallest one’s just outside Badlands limits near a town called Overlook.”
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