No Good Goblin

”Aw, y’ know I didn’t mean it like that, baby." He’s getting a little too close again, pushing his thumb under Icky’s chin. “Yer jus’ too ugly fer me.”

He cackles. "If that aint the pot callin' the kettle black..."

“Oh, no, tha’s much better. Keep talkin’ like that n’ this li’l chat might actually go somewhere.”

"Aw, and here I was thinkin' we already had sumthin' special."

“Well, if we’re bein’ perfectly honest here, I don’t like how yer dingy fuckin’ accent sounds, neither. Y’ hear me bitchin’ about it, though?”

#butcherbcy #( this fucker )

He croaks out an accent akin to that of an Appalachian wanderer. "Did I offend yew? Is this better on yer baby ears, Roymund? Or should switch to sumthin' else?"

“What’s the point? Don’t make it sound no better… Jus’ more fer people ta remember.”

"Roy sounds like the kid at the playground that shits 'imself when he's pushed down the slide too early."

“Oh? N’ what makes ya say that, bud?”

"I's not intimidating. Would've been better off with Roymund if you ask me." He's pretty stuck on the Roymund thing now.

”I did, genius - that was ‘n expression. Christ.”

"Well you did a shite job pickin' that one."

#butcherbcy #( icky no )

”Just Roy.” His eyes fixate on Icky’s mouth with he picks his teeth. “Y’ might I say picked it m’self.”

"Might say? Wha's that mean?" His finger pauses, nail between two molars. "Did you or didn't you?"

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"Both. I didn’t hit it hard enough so i got about half ay through and then it just sort of hung there by a little bit of skin….”

He's hanging onto her every word with incredible interest. When she trails off he only wants her to continue. "----and?"

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At that, Roy bursts with yelping laughter. ”—fuckin’ kiddin’ me? Shit —— suits ya, I guess!”

"Short for Icarus." He returns to picking his teeth. "The fuck is Roy short for? Roymund?"

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off to bed cause it’s 6am :x goodnight/morning!

#out of filth

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He's doubled over outside of a club beside a dumpster, breathing heavily after expelling the alcoholic contents of his stomach onto the asphalt below him. Pointed ears catch the footsteps of someone behind him, and he turns the moment he hears her coming. The back of his hand wipes at his wide mouth.

"Well... ain't you a pretty sight."

Leave it to Icky to believe he's charismatic enough to charm someone while there's vomit on his shoes.

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❝ —— i might, but give me a reason why i should waste a piece on you ? ❞

luckily enough, kim was used to this type of behavior and wasn’t but off by his charm.

#kiimisms #( you're welcome! I love kim )

"Cause I'm cuuute."

Also, he isn't adverse to the idea of blowing hot stink breath in her face if it means he might get a reaction.

“Really? ‘Cuz, uh, y’ nearly lost a coupl’ve ‘em in my mouth, if ‘at ain’t willy-nilly. Anyway, you gon’ tell me your name?” If not, he has a wide range of demeaning ones to pick from.

"Don't want a finger in your mouf, don't get so close. Easy as that."

"It's Icky."