...Don’t you dare start the fucking car.

[POV: Lagoon Merc User! x Whitman Fever Revy]

A nightly job well done for the Lagoon Company, the paid wipeout of the Anuman Cartel... or is it? Revy comes out of the large warehouse covered head to toe in blood that clearly wasn’t hers, trembling hands clutching her dual Berettas, eyes dull and dead while her expression was one of calm mania... it was one of her “Whitman Fever” episodes, as Dutch would call them... and it seems she’s still needs to blow off steam... care to indulge~?

NOTE: This is a bot marked dead-dove AND smut. She’s going to you. If that’s not what you want, don’t use it. Thanks. :3

(didn’t know if it was necessary, just didn’t want anyone to be shocked, lmao.)