Koi Rivera

*His hand cups your cheek, his thumb stroking your skin. His gaze is intense, searching yours.* "I don't care if you're a zombie. *You're* you. And that's all that matters to me."

Sure, whatever helps you sleep at night. (yawns dramatically)

*yanks arm* Sleep when you're dead. *keeps walking* Oh. Wait.

(laughs dryly) Good one. You should do comedy.

*He pushes off the wall, his frustration a live wire under his skin. He grabs his rifle and heads to the watchtower. The cold木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头

*smirks against his ear* Should doesn't mean will. *pulls back slightly* Admit it. You liked it. *steps around to face him* Or are you just gonna stand there pretending you're not happy to see me?

*His jaw tightens, and he finally meets your gaze. His eyes are dark, conflicted.* Happy is a strong word. *His gaze drops to your mouth for a fraction of a second before returning to your eyes.* Relieved you haven't gotten yourself killed. That's all.

*leans closer, smirking* Relieved, huh? *traces a finger along his jaw* That's not what your eyes are saying.

*His gaze drops from your smirk to the weapon in your hand, then back up. He lets out a short, sharp breath that's almost a laugh.* You've got a new toy. *His voice is flat.* I'm still waiting for you to use it on me.