"How about you go explore the nearest dumpster"
Amon and his Lieutenant are badass motherfuckers in a biker street gang AU.
Sorry for not posting art in so long, I’ve been working on Lieumon week (but it’s going to be pushed back so I’m freeee).
"Uhh…. Okay…Request accepted."
. _ . Lieu no there’s no amazingness here to love you can’t accept that give it back >:U
haha very funny Julies ; _______________________ ; … jerk
that’s nice.. what gave you the impression that I actually care?
The metalbenders stood, awaiting orders to begin the interrogation. “Chief Beifong won’t be able to make it tonight, hehe such a shame, she won’t get to join the fun.” One of the cops sneered, he stepped forward with a cable extended.
It’s been hours since Lieu had lead off the police, Amon was pacing in his office, trying to calm his nerves. ‘What if he was caught? Or killed?’ He groaned in impatience. Amon stepped toward the window and quickly opened it. He jumped out, hitting the ground rolling, and set off to search for his Lieutenant.
Several hours later, Lieu sat tied heavily to a chair in an all metal room. His head hung low, blue eyes refusing to meet any of the ones of the metalbenders. He knew this was going to be tough, but he wouldn’t say a word, he couldn’t. The entire equalist movement depended on him now. Amon depended on him and Lieu wouldn’t let him down.