Real Mulligan [Crownkiller Mulligan]

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[Image Description: A old cottage hidden in a heavily forested area with overgrown elements on its walls.}

The ground felt especially hard on Gallows' feet, his trek through the woods rewarded with a dilapidated cottage coming into view.
 
His oversized weapon made a little thunk when he put it down to the side like always, before the usual signal: four knocks, break, three knocks. Just a precaution.

Silence-

-before multiple locks could be heard being undone, the door opening just a pinch as a figure peeked out behind a chain.

GALLOWS: Hey! Gang here or just us right now?
MOTLEY: Just us...you're alone?
GALLOWS: Besides the other guy, yeah.

A soft noise of amusement, and the final chain removed.

Inside was a vaguely mammalian figure, dressed in sloppy, slouchy casual clothes- heavy curves still visible, and her hair-covered face softly smiling at him.
 

[Image Description: Motley, as described previously as vaguely mamallian, dressed in sloppy causal clothes, with dark messy hair covering her eyes and a sharp pointy grin.}

MOTLEY: Come on in.

The rabbit's face lit up as he stepped inside.

GALLOWS: Start with the usual?
MOTLEY: Mhm...how's the rebel group doing?

She gestured for him to follow, sittting down on a worn out couch. Piles of books and franttic scrawlings littered nearly every surface, along with signs of multiple inhabitants.

GALLOWS: Plan was for a slow day and ended up rescuing a knight. Know Starman's gonna want in on that.
GALLOWS: You?
MOTLEY: Oh, well...

She leaned onto an arm of the couch, playfully acting coy.

MOTLEY: Nothing special.
GALLOWS: Nothing at all? No secrets in the pipeline?
MOTLEY: Nooo. Of course not. I suck soooo bad at my job, just terrible.
GALLOWS: Damn, gotta fire yourself at this rate.
MOTLEY: Mm, but you'd be more apt to punish me.

She kicked back, putting her legs up on his lap.

MOTLEY: No, I did get some things.

The rabbit's ears visibly shifted on contact.

GALLOWS: Gimme.

MOTLEY: Managed to crack open another brain and root around inside- hit the jackpot, too.

GALLOWS: I'm listening.
MOTLEY: Got you the locations and times for the next five raids by Crusader's team.
GALLOWS: Five? All relatively nearby?
MOTLEY: Yep, and two of them are safehouses. Just spared you a double ambush.
GALLOWS: Must've gained a lot of traction with the coffee heist, can't tell if Starman is gonna spiral or be full of it for the next week. Probably both...
MOTLEY: Think they'll give me a raise?

The rabbit pivoted toward caressing one of her legs.

GALLOWS: I'll push for it, overdue for it anyway.

She purred and sunk into her side of the couch, clearly pleased with the touch.

MOTLEY: Pleased with my performance?
GALLOWS: You're a master of your craft, what can I say?

He moved his hands and began messaging her ankle.

GALLOWS: Must be soooo tiring though.
MOTLEY: Ughhhhh, you have noooo idea...I just want to peel off my own skin after the week I've had...
GALLOWS: Give that face a little time off, yeah?

He pivoted to her paws.

MOTLEY: It gets so tiring...

She let him massage the pawpads there, making a pleased sound as she stretched.

MOTLEY: It helps to be doing this kind of work for a greater cause, but...

She huffed, blowing hair out of her face enough to get a brief glimpse of iridescence underneath.

MOTLEY: That Crusader guy's a real freak.
GALLOWS: We'll get him, got Styx talking to a few folks with inside knowledge daily.
MOTLEY: ...thanks.
MOTLEY: Just...don't get caught. I don't want to get y'all in trouble just because I couldn't hack it.
GALLOWS: You know I always make it out. Besides, you're risking a lot for us too.
MOTLEY: I could blow up their brains any time I want.

The rabbit's long tail slunk over to rub against her neck.

GALLOWS: Yeah, fan of that I think.
GALLOWS: Granted, fan of everything about you.
MOTLEY: Sure didn't turn you off when I was threatening to explode your own head...

She gave it a little kiss.

MOTLEY: Maybe you're a freak too, yknow.
GALLOWS: Probably, but you kept me cause I'm cute. Worked out.
MOTLEY: Like a little pet I keep in a purse.

She moved her leg under his own chin, grinning at him with sharp teeth.

MOTLEY: Or a scrappy thrifted toy.

His cheeks tinted with blush.

GALLOWS: Little bit of both, good for dress-up and parties.
MOTLEY: ...perfect.

Without warning, she lunged forward and flopped on his lap.

MOTLEY: Now backrub me, Gally. I'm tiiiired.

The rabbit wrapped his arms around and started feeling for tense spots.

GALLOWS: Any prize if I do a good job?
MOTLEY: How about your prize from last time? I know it's a repeat, but...

An evil giggle escaped the witch, clearly pleased with getting a rise out of him.

GALLOWS: Giving yourself a prize just as much, really, not that I mind...

He visibly bit his lip as he pressed his hands down.

MOTLEY: Mmmmmmm...yknow, there was one other thing I heard today.
GALLOWS: ...Yeah?
MOTLEY: Crown's fashion district is getting a shipment in- overheard that one, not nearly as annoying to get that info.
MOTLEY: ....but it's a lot of things that could help clothe folks- blend in, even, if we take a little off the top and don't go for the full heist. Nobody's gonna miss a couple outfits, but...they would miss one of our guys in the crowd if they look the part.
GALLOWS: ...Mm. Could use new duds myself too.
GALLOWS: Falling apart a bit over here.. if we're making a bigger impact, we gotta look the part.
MOTLEY: Besides...maybe we could get a liiiittle something for date nights...
GALLOWS: Gonna have to bring you along then, pick out together...

He felt up along where the sorcerer's skin sealed tight, right where her spine would have been.

MOTLEY: Go ahead. I could use a real stretch...

The rabbit's fingers pushed in just enough to feel inside.

GALLOWS: Let me help you out...