This was a super belated birthday present to @impishnature who I’ve been replaying the Borderlands games with. Thank you for being the best co-op player and worst driver, buddy! <3
a commission i actually did a WHILE ago and have just been routinely forgetting to post online, for @/ganymedelobster on twitter!! was super fun to draw this dude again :D
“Not in the mood to talk, huh?” Troy needled persistently.
“How’d you guess,” came Zane’s venomous retort.
“Fine,” Troy said in an offhand, casual tone, as if he was idly examining the cuticles on his flesh hand. “You can listen then, can’t ya?”
Refusing to respond, Zane looked through his scope again, noting the bandits milling around between the decrepit shacks and tents that made up their settlement.
There was a brief silence on the line that made the older man hopeful the Calypso brat had gotten bored and hung up.
Rolling his shoulders, Zane was about to take his first shot when he realized the line wasn’t dead.
It took a few moments for his ears to discern the sound of heavy breathing from the constant rush of wind whipping through the canyon.
“What are you-”
Zane’s mouth fell open as a soft, unmistakable sound of pleasure echoed in his ear.
“The fuck’re you doing?!” Zane hissed, trying to shrug off the shiver that spread from the nape of his neck down to his tailbone.
“Not in the mood to talk, huh?” Troy needled persistently.
“How’d you guess,” came Zane’s venomous retort.
“Fine,” Troy said in an offhand, casual tone, as if he was idly examining the cuticles on his flesh hand. “You can listen then, can’t ya?”
Refusing to respond, Zane looked through his scope again, noting the bandits milling around between the decrepit shacks and tents that made up their settlement.
There was a brief silence on the line that made the older man hopeful the Calypso brat had gotten bored and hung up.
Rolling his shoulders, Zane was about to take his first shot when he realized the line wasn’t dead.
It took a few moments for his ears to discern the sound of heavy breathing from the constant rush of wind whipping through the canyon.
“What are you-”
Zane’s mouth fell open as a soft, unmistakable sound of pleasure echoed in his ear.
“The fuck’re you doing?!” Zane hissed, trying to shrug off the shiver that spread from the nape of his neck down to his tailbone.
