In his armor or not, with helmet or without, Lizbeth would just kiss Zechs.
She doesn't hit anyone, even if it were without the slightest intention to harm. Even if she fakes to do a friendly slap, she'd excuse herself. Kill isn't even a word in her vocabulary.
So Lizbeth would lean in, give a soft smooch on a cheek (if not hidden behind a mask) with a grin on her lips and a shy shrug.
She doesn't hit anyone, even if it were without the slightest intention to harm. Even if she fakes to do a friendly slap, she'd excuse herself. Kill isn't even a word in her vocabulary.
So Lizbeth would lean in, give a soft smooch on a cheek (if not hidden behind a mask) with a grin on her lips and a shy shrug.
"You seem cute! I guess I'll kiss ya!"
"I will just kiss your forehead..."
"Hmm, kill, Hit, or Kiss. I'd want her alive and well. I'd kiss my dear sister Ami, on the temple."
KISS mwa!
"I rather kiss my sister on the cheek as well..."
"Look, I'm not gonna lie, you're not really my type of person to be kissing, so I guess this'll have to do. Sorry, but no hard feelings."
Hit
Hit
"I don't have a type...And you aren't a enemy...So...I will hit you...Sorry..."
"I'm not into kissing someone I just met, and I don't kill either... Sorry, But this is the only choice left for me here. I will make this fast."
Naoto has choosen the hit option.
Naoto has choosen the hit option.
"Likewise..."
Soft hit
Soft hit
"Hey! I owe ya a kiss!" *MWHA!*
"A kiss is a kiss." Mwah
"A kiss with a bite."
"A kiss is a kiss, I guess, so a kiss on the hand should be fine for you."
You Already Know What's Coming.
WITNESS THE ARCHITECT OF YOUR ABSOLUTE ERASURE! I SHALL UNMAKE YOUR WRETCHED EXISTENCE WITH SUCH UNRELENTING FEROCITY THAT THE STARS THEMSELVES WILL FORGET YOU EVER DREW BREATH. I WILL ANNIHILATE YOUR PHYSICAL FORM TO AN UNRECOGNIZABLE EXTENT, RENDERING YOU NOTHING MORE THAN SCORCHED ATOMS IN THE WIND. BUT THAT IS A MERCY COMPARED TO THE FATE OF YOUR ESSENCE; YOUR SOUL, SHREDDED INTO A THOUSAND SCREAMING FRAGMENTS BY MY HAND, SHALL BE RENDERED SO UTTERLY PROFANE AND BROKEN THAT EVEN THE WARP WILL REJECT THE MANGLED REMNANTS OF YOUR BEING. EVEN THE HELLISH MAELSTROM WILL FIND THE STATE OF YOUR REMAINS SO OBSCENE THEY SHALL OFFER YOU NO BEARING, THE LAST THING YOUR GURGLING WRITHING REMAINS WILL BEHOLDEN IS THE RED GLOW OF MINE VISOR BEFORE I INTER YOU TO PERMANENT OBLIVION.
He would proceed to ABSOLUTELY SLAM-FIRE THE ENTIRE MAGAZINE, STRAIGHT MAG-DUMPING AT POINT BLANK INTENSITIES SUCH THAT THE WALLS ARE GIVEN A NEW COAT OF CRIMSON RED PAINT SO BRIGHT IT GIVES THE BLOOD ANGELS A RUN FOR THEIR MONEY, then PROCEEDS TO LOAD ANOTHER MAGAZINE AND REPEAT SAID MAG-DUMP, CONTINUING THIS PROCESS UNTIL THE SOIL OF THIS DOMAIN IS SATURATED WITH SO MUCH LEAD THAT PEOPLE WHO COME TO INHABIT IT AFTER A CENTURY WILL STILL SHOW SIGNS OF POISONING
WITNESS THE ARCHITECT OF YOUR ABSOLUTE ERASURE! I SHALL UNMAKE YOUR WRETCHED EXISTENCE WITH SUCH UNRELENTING FEROCITY THAT THE STARS THEMSELVES WILL FORGET YOU EVER DREW BREATH. I WILL ANNIHILATE YOUR PHYSICAL FORM TO AN UNRECOGNIZABLE EXTENT, RENDERING YOU NOTHING MORE THAN SCORCHED ATOMS IN THE WIND. BUT THAT IS A MERCY COMPARED TO THE FATE OF YOUR ESSENCE; YOUR SOUL, SHREDDED INTO A THOUSAND SCREAMING FRAGMENTS BY MY HAND, SHALL BE RENDERED SO UTTERLY PROFANE AND BROKEN THAT EVEN THE WARP WILL REJECT THE MANGLED REMNANTS OF YOUR BEING. EVEN THE HELLISH MAELSTROM WILL FIND THE STATE OF YOUR REMAINS SO OBSCENE THEY SHALL OFFER YOU NO BEARING, THE LAST THING YOUR GURGLING WRITHING REMAINS WILL BEHOLDEN IS THE RED GLOW OF MINE VISOR BEFORE I INTER YOU TO PERMANENT OBLIVION.
He would proceed to ABSOLUTELY SLAM-FIRE THE ENTIRE MAGAZINE, STRAIGHT MAG-DUMPING AT POINT BLANK INTENSITIES SUCH THAT THE WALLS ARE GIVEN A NEW COAT OF CRIMSON RED PAINT SO BRIGHT IT GIVES THE BLOOD ANGELS A RUN FOR THEIR MONEY, then PROCEEDS TO LOAD ANOTHER MAGAZINE AND REPEAT SAID MAG-DUMP, CONTINUING THIS PROCESS UNTIL THE SOIL OF THIS DOMAIN IS SATURATED WITH SO MUCH LEAD THAT PEOPLE WHO COME TO INHABIT IT AFTER A CENTURY WILL STILL SHOW SIGNS OF POISONING
"Don't take this personally, But... I'm afraid that your time is up."
Hazama has choosen the kill option.
Hazama has choosen the kill option.
“I’ll do the world a favor and kill ya!”
"Hmm...Killing you has no purpose...Hitting you is pointless...Hrm...Okay." With that, Red just gives Furina a simple, unromantic kiss on the cheek, as a more than likely probably autistic Lupo does.
"Ooo, cute plushy..." mwa!
"Perhaps a kiss to the hand will do?"
“Hit! You look like you can take it! Heheheh!”
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