Commander Faora Hu-Ul

"A good death is it's own reward." -New to character and DCRP -Experienced writer -Crossovers encouraged -Seeking sls and main Phantom Zoners -Certified sadist, killer of men. All-Star bad bitch. -Post crisis/DCEU -Mature themes, violence, language. 18+ RTs appreciated

Grinning into the kiss, arm snaked around him for a tighter embrace. "I believe I've got ample time for that, you're such a good student." Working on not being critical, she didn't correct him, rather basked in the affectionate whispers.

His attempts made her laugh ever so lightly. It was a very endearing effort on his part. One that made her fondness grow even more. "Better. Soon you'll speak it as natural as breathing." A bit of encouragement.

A much more pleasant Faora ensues. Returning the kiss and placing a hand over his own.

She hears many things. Hands in her hips, gesturing with a nod of her head about him paying the baby tax. Belly rubs.

Ah there he is.

"Hello, maggots."

🗡 I'll pick up replies tomorrow sometime Tired

"OH....understood." Dusting some of the dirt carried by the breeze from her shoulder.

"I hope so."

"AM I supposed to?"

"I......very well...keep you secrets."

".....I will concede to a movie. Yes."

"....." Fingertip pushed against his midsection. "Social distance, please."

Throws the remote. "Hate it here...."

"Then your Colssium! Where the gladiators fight lions and rip off heads."

"Smashing fuel...? Dare I ask?"

"Sure seems that way." Hands on her hip, peering up at him.

The raging pauses. She let's him go, momentum maybe having him fall forward. "Wrestling would be good.. but only the, to the death, kind "

"THAT A SHORT JOKE?!" Comically height impaired.

"A gallon minimum is what it takes I'd assume."