Crows and Seagulls Are Totally Pals Right?

"...Fucking him now?" asked Seagull, his voice disturbingly calm.

Crow wiped some of the blood from his face.

"No, now I'm cutting up his corpse." He replied simple, taking a pocket knife from his bag.

"Dumping the chunks in different bags?" he inquired.

"No, for fun, fucking moron." He replied facetiously.

"I'm not the one killing random people for fun during an easily jeopardized mission," he replied coolly.

"I already finished the mission, and now I'm finishing another one. I don't see you doing this much work." He replied simply.

"...You didn't finish the mission," he growled.

He shrugged.

"Once I'm finished with this mission, I'm done here."

"If that's the case, then just give me my fucking clothes back."

He smiled.

"No, you pissed me off, now you don't get anything."

"And how do I un-piss you off?" he groaned, rolling his eyes.

"You don't." He replied simply. "Fucking deal with it, asshole."

Seagull laughed.

"Still sore because I wouldn't fuck you in your little faggot ass?"

"No, I just think you've sunken lower than I thought you could." He replied coldly. "I'm done with you."

"Oh, so I did hurt your feelings," he chuckled. "Not my fault--you could've just begged."

Crow smiled.

"Just don't make me kill you. I still sort of like you."

"You couldn't kill me if you tried," he replied. "Besides, I don't think you're quite that stupid."

He rolled his eyes, and grew silent as he cut up the poor man. He got blood pretty much everywhere, but he didn't seem the least bit concerned.

"So, you enjoy bottoming?"

"No." He replied coldly, but it really lacked his usual enthusiasm. "The fuck should you care anyway?"

He rolled his eyes.

"We're going to be fucking, and it's painfully obvious that you do, so why the fuck do you try to deny it?"

"You're a moron." He replied, standing up and stretching out, wiping blood from his face with his sleeve.

"You're the one who wants a moron to do you in the ass."

Finally, he placed the knife on the floor next to the corpse and tackled Seagull.

"You know what? I'm sick of listening to you talk." He hissed.

Seagull shoved him off, wincing.

"Go wash yourself off, you immature shit pile."