"Aw, but what if I want to flirt?"

"You always wanna flirt, L."

The violinist—Kolya—sticks his tongue out at the guitarist. "I think I will keep flirting with the pretty murderers," he says, winking at Lust. 

"Well, if you insist." Lust hops out of Gluttony's arms (and ey is tiny), and skips over to Kolya. "We should at least start with make-outs. Work our way up to the other things."

"Sounds like a plan." 

Only his bow hand is even sort of free to pull em in, since the other is still holding a violin, but his mouth is entirely unencumbered. Well, it was. 

He's not a bad kisser. 

Oooh! Ey makes a delighted smile and kisses back, managing to wind eir arms around his neck.

Ey is a very good kisser. (Ey should be, ey's had a lot of practice.)

"He does realise that if he hurts em, Wrath here'll kill him?"

The lead singer raises an eyebrow. "That might be entertaining to watch. I hope you won't be too disappointed if it doesn't stick."

-The woman identified as Wrath quirks her head, eyes alight, lips twisting into something that would be a smile if the scars on her face allowed for it. "Doesn't stick, you say?"

"Haven't met anything that can do it yet," says the guitarist, setting his instrument aside and coming over to join the little discussion around the piano.

"And believe me, we've tried a lot of things." 

His body language is a clear invitation to prove him wrong, mostly directed at Wrath but open to the others as well. 

Wrath gives another facial expression that's probably a wicked smirk.

But she isn't the one that attacks.

Pride flicks her whip out, with a practiced motion, to coil around Kit's neck. A slight twist of her hand and the metal scales that make up the surface of it change and become sharp.

Kit tilts his head up and grins at her, but otherwise holds very very still. 

She goes to twist her hand again, smirk widening into a wicked grin and-

A gunshot echoes around them, and the bullet with hit Kit square in the centre of his forehead.

"Damnit, S," Pride curses, but finishes the motion anyway - energy crackles along the length of the whip and she pulls it. In theory, this should sever Kit's head from his shoulders.

It does! The head rolls and bounces along the floor, laughing silently as blood streams from the bullet-wound. 

His body sways for a moment, then clumsily crouches down and starts feeling around for the head, which ended up at the wrong angle to see what the body is doing. 

Kolya, who looked up at the sound of gunfire, shakes his head and goes back to making out with Lust. 

Lust apparently didn't see any point in looking around at the gunshot - either ey's secure in the knowledge that ey won't be attacked, or ey's used to this kind of thing. Or possibly both of those.

-Well then.

"That is a new one," Pride comments. "Wrath, please don't get any ideas."

"No promises. You know me, Pri. Always looking for a new thrill."

Celestine picks up Kit's severed head by the hair. 

"Impressive, isn't it?" they say, pride obvious in their voice, as they help Kit put his head back on his neck and hold it there while it heals enough to stay. 

"That's one word for it," Gluttony agrees. "We didn't think there was anything else even remotely like us around."

"Ooh. Do we get to go hunting again?"

"...hunting?" Kit asks, his neck having now healed enough that he can talk again.