Crows and Seagulls Are Totally Pals Right?

Crow smeared the blood all over his face instead.

"I'm not done yet. If you shut the fuck up, I can finish and shower."

"Fine," snapped Seagull, standing up. "I'm getting one first--you got me covered in your mess."

"Have fun." He replied offhandedly, going back to chopping away at the corpse, looking rather content.

Groaning, Seagull stripped off his underwear and headed for the bathroom. Disgusting, creepy bastard...

He felt better once he was under the warm water. It felt almost healing to feel the blood and grime being washed off.

Crow sat next to his finished job, fiddling with his knife was he waited for Seagull to finish.

Of course, Seagull took like forever.

Groaning, Crow finally stormed into the bathroom.

"Are you done yet?" He demanded, crossing his arms.

"You got blood in my hair," he snapped irritably. "It's fucking white. Do you have any fucking clue how hard it is to clean it? Bitch."

"I don't give a fuck, hurry up or I'm coming in there with you."

"I'm cleaning my hair!!" he snapped. "It's your fault."

Shrugging, Crow stripped off his clothes and barged into the shower.

"Move over, fatass."

Seagull punched him in the face.

"It's your fat ass that's taking up all the room, faggot!"

Crow shoved him against the wall of the shower.

"Don't make me hurt you."

He snorted.

"Don't make me fuck you up the ass--of wait, you'd like it."

He glared at him.

"I should just kill you."

"Or we could fuck--but hey, your loss," he replied, wringing his hair.

He grabbed Seagull's hair and yanked it.

"If we fuck, you will regret it."

"Not the fucking hair!! Anyway, why is that?" he grunted, trying to struggle out of Crow's grasp.

Crow grinned at him, pulling on his hair harder.

"Because I will destroy you."

Trying to ignore how sexy that sounded, Seagull continued to struggle.

"I take it you're not in the mood."

He licked his lips.

"I wouldn't mind that, actually. I should just do that, is that what you want, faggot?"

"Let go of my hair," he growled, avoiding the question.

He yanked harder, shoving him against the wall again.

"Is it?" He hissed. "Well? Answer the question, you dumb bitch."

"I refuse--you'll like my answer," he spat.

He laughed, finally getting back into a good mood.

"Stupid faggot. And you have the balls to make fun of me. You're a pussy, too; you couldn't even top me if you wanted to." He sniggered. "Bend the hell over, fag."