May I ask a drabbles where Fliss saves Conrad's ass? Because we know that he needs to be saved,especially from himself!XD
It was sort of a nervous thing, really, the way that he ran his mouth...not to say he didn’t run his mouth when shit was a-okay, but there was a certain kind of magic that fell over him when he was full of adrenaline and fear, and hoo boy was he feeling that magic just then. “That was a pretty nifty trick you pulled, y’know,” Conrad said, clearing his throat for the millionth time, trying desperately to get it back into its normal register and not the high-pitched, pubescent crack that kept trying to take over, “Going from spooky, scary skeleton to Captain Kiss in all of three se - ”
Without warning, Fliss grabbed him by the back of his shirt and one of his belt loops - definitely a, uh, unconventional way to take hold of someone, in his opinion - and abruptly jerked him back, both of them grunting from the suddenness of it all.
“I - waugh - ” When he got his bearings back, he turned to her, a twitchy, uncertain version of his usual grin trying to surface, “ -hey, look, I can’t blame you wanting to get your hands all over me but - ”
She shot him a weary look before nodding to the spot where he’d just been walking, and...oh...uh...and the giant, yawning chasm in the floor, lined by jagged metal and leading...well, it was hard to tell where it went, really, but the simplest answer would’ve been ‘down.’
“Oh,” Conrad said, that awful squeak back in his voice, “Yeah, uh, huh...thanks...for that...”
