old man.

my name is sebastian sparrow. call me bass. i am the embodiment of the question, "why?" Send noods.

[amcllo-blog]

“oof, i dunno’. you’re kind of a boob.”

[ffkbass]

“I thought that was a part of my charm, though?” 

[amcllo-blog]

“i knew those numbers were familiar! you’re a loser, you know that? yeah?”

[ffkbass]

“a cool loser, right?” 

[amcllo-blog]

“wrong answer, but maybe there is someone with that name and social security number… wait, doesn’t a social security number have, like, nine numbers ??”

[ffkbass]

“there could be? orrrr,” bass clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth, playfully responding, “i may have used song lyrics, curtesy of tommy tutone.” 

[yurinami]

“Are you… trying to say that my hair doesn’t look good? I worked so hard on it. Now I have to go home.” A small frown appeared on her face as she placed both of her hands on her head, trying to hide her hair.

[ffkbass]

“Uh.” He was caught off guard by her comment, not too sure how she could take it personally. “No? Your hair is fine, I’m talking about people with...shorter hair. I guess.” Sebastian pursed his lips. 

[nvmkai]

“Psh, those ghost hunter shows. Bunch of scammers. We could actually find something real. Where do you wanna go? I can drive.”

[ffkbass]

“Right? Instead of looking at a camera going, yes, there is definitely a ghost, it just sneezed. Hm. You know that old-ass warehouse a little ways away that nobody goes to? We should head there.” 

[amcllo-blog]

“first and last name, then your social security number. maybe then you’ll ring a bell.”

[ffkbass]

“hm okay. my name is darren weatherby, social security 8675309.” 

[whosuki-blog]

Suki’s eyes trained on the boy, honestly trying to take his words in, but instead slowly shook her head in confusion. “Um…is that a new trend?”

[ffkbass]

“Kind of?” Bass laughed, fingers threading through his curls, “All I can say is that it’s a stupid trend. Trust me.” 

[nvmkai]

“Wait—you’re serious? I’m so down, certified or not. Utah’s got so much old abandoned shit there’s gotta be some weird stuff going on somewhere close by. I’d even give Pokemon a rest for this.” 

[ffkbass]

“Serious as cereal, dude. All of these haunted places, we should get a move on, y’know? Before the ghost hunter shows take our glory.” 

[amcllo-blog]

“ am i supposed to know you or something ? ”

[ffkbass]

“hopefully...or else this would be hella awkward.” 

[gluttcny-blog]

✘ —  FINN looked at the cigar with a raised eyebrow, trying to figure out whether this guy was being serious or not. he’d spent a long time observing people, which resulted in him being a very good judge of character. he’d also been a part of some INTERESTING crowds, crowds where ‘bubble gum cigars’ were a laughing stock. ❝ are you kidding me ? ❞ finn looked from the cigar to the boy again, his eyebrows pinching together. ❝ how am i supposed to get HIGH off of that thing ? that’s the sort of thing you get when you’re a kid and want to be ‘cool’ or  some shit. ❞ rolling his eyes, finn turned his tall frame towards the bar, ordering a drink.

[ffkbass]

-- He knew what he had done. It was highly satisfying, to say the least, Sebastian merely keeping his grin, all the while, sipping from his third drink of the night. “What you can do is not get high, and live a life of abstinence and love of the lord jesus christ.” Okay, he couldn’t keep a straight face at that, soon snorting, patting the slightly taller male on the shoulder. “I’m kidding, I have a light, no need to be all up in arms.” Bass reached into his back pocket, showing Finn that he wasn’t bluffing. “Good?” 

[urnotnixon]

Richard cocked his head to the side, observing the other male. He furrowed his eyebrows in response, then replied, “A lot. Why the hell would anyone choose that?”

[ffkbass]

“Y’know, I feel as if they walk into the barber all, yo, I want to look like that duck out the window, let’s do it. And the barber is like whatever, he’s paying me.” Bass laughed, his digits threading through his long hair. 

[hansolseok-blog]

“i see people who look like frogs. frogs everywhere, i swear.” hansol mumbled to himself and looked the other boy in the eye, “hey, that hairstyle is beautiful. my favorite person in the world has that style.”

[ffkbass]

bass nearly cackled, the other boy proved to be amusing already. “duckbutt hair? you’re friends with someone who has duckbutt hair?” his grin stretched further, “not too sure what frogs have to do with this but, yeah, people tell me I look like a frog. true story.” 

[ffkbass]

hi darlings, sorry for being mia, ive had a busy couple of days. im here now! 

[ffkbass]

-- “Have you ever thought...” Bass furrowed his brow as he attempted to speak clearly, “Of how some people have hairstyles that look like a duck’s ass?” 

[amcllo-blog]

“ ━━━━ it seems as though brighton has lost some of it’s charm. especially with the men around these parts. the men in vegas were… surprisingly kinder. ”

[ffkbass]

“ well hey, you don’t have to worry. i’m still the same asshole you know and love. “ 

[sillysunni-blog]

There was a lot that was passing through Sunni’s mind as she sat on the park bench that morning. True, she usually didn’t wake up till close to noon; such a lazy ass. But seeing as she didn’t get much sleep last night, she figured some fresh air would do her some good. Staring down at the ground, watching her feet twist and kick a few stray pebbles, she felt a body walk her way. Wether they were actually going to accompany her on the bench, or simply walk by, she still looked up and asked, “Okay, sorry to be weird, but can I ask you for some advice?”

[ffkbass]

-- It was a lazy day for Bass. Meaning, if he were inside for longer than ten minutes, he was about to lose his mind. Not that he’s had his mind to begin with. A walk would do him some good. Bopping along to his tunes along the mildly busy sidewalk, a small voice caught his attention, even through the blaring, intense music of Twenty One Pilots. A favorite band of his yet, that’d get off topic. “Hm?” Bass took out an earbud, noticing a contemplative-looking female on the nearby bench. “You want to ask me for advice?” He laughed a little, “That’s...not the best idea.” 

[gluttcny-blog]

✘ — FINN’S oceanic gaze stayed trained on the person across, and they narrowed slightly as he continuously made attempts to get them to look at him. sighing, he pushed his weight up and walked the length of the room to the person. ❝ hey, you got a light ?? ❞ he asked when he reached them, a slow grin stretching across his lips.

[ffkbass]

-- Bass resided in his own little world most of the time. It involved dreaming of sugarplums and which alcoholic drinks he consumed last night that made him want to bang his head agains the wall. However, once in a blue moon, another human’s voice could pierce through his reverie enough to bring him back to earth. Ah. Who was this blonde boy? As a firm believer in great first impressions - snickers inwardly -, Bass mustered a bright grin across his visage, one that accentuated his ‘famous’ dimples. “Nah, I don’t smoke,” He attempted to say with a straight face. “Perhaps you’d like a bubble gum cigar instead? Healthier for you, with twice the calories.” Lo and behold, Bass pulled a little bubble gum cigar that he’d been saving for a special occasion, “Take it, as a gift from myself to you.”