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@gxt-nx-time
“I’ve got no TIME.
I’ve got no time to LIVE”
Independent, Single Muse, Low Selectivity, Low to Medium Activity, Ask/Rp Blog for an AU Whitty from @friday-night-timeless . Ran By the same mod of said Blog.
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“Don’t make me do THIS.”
“I’m Not ready to DIE.”
He raises a hand awkwardly, as if to visibly show the decline.
“I’m good. I don’t uh. That’s not in my diet exactly. But again- sorry. Guess I overshot my coordinates by at least a good….”
He’s checking.
“….. 1,000 miles….”
B r u h.
Aw, that's a shame. Well, he could find one of their other friends to hunt with later, so it wasn't exactly a catastrophic loss... Still, he couldn't help but frown lightly.
"Oh. That... Far?"
It sounded like a question, like they genuinely didn't know if that was that far or not. Was it? Human measurements were hard to keep track of.
"Kinda? Not that far but it's a considerable distance...."
He pauses, star blinking after a moment.
"Ah Sorry- Uh I'm Whitty but most just call me TL... or Time. Whatever your preference really."
He felt a little silly having accidentally interrupted the other with a stupid little miscalculation in dimension hoping.
Huh. Odd name, but not like he could judge. Besides, time suited him rather well!
"Well, nice meet Time. Can help friend go there! Very fast!"
He blinks, rather surprised and scratches the side of their head. A chuckle escaping galaxy at that.
"Ah. You really don't need to bother yourself with me. I've already wasted enough of your...Time.... damn this was a poor name choice"
He snickers softly at that.
He raises a hand awkwardly, as if to visibly show the decline.
“I’m good. I don’t uh. That’s not in my diet exactly. But again- sorry. Guess I overshot my coordinates by at least a good….”
He’s checking.
“….. 1,000 miles….”
B r u h.
Aw, that's a shame. Well, he could find one of their other friends to hunt with later, so it wasn't exactly a catastrophic loss... Still, he couldn't help but frown lightly.
"Oh. That... Far?"
It sounded like a question, like they genuinely didn't know if that was that far or not. Was it? Human measurements were hard to keep track of.
"Kinda? Not that far but it's a considerable distance...."
He pauses, star blinking after a moment.
"Ah Sorry- Uh I'm Whitty but most just call me TL... or Time. Whatever your preference really."
He felt a little silly having accidentally interrupted the other with a stupid little miscalculation in dimension hoping.
( @gxt-nx-time )
Time awkwardly scratches his… what you would assume to be cheek, looking around as his eye lights shift shapes for a brief moment. Ah… this AU again.
Didn’t give them pleasant memories but clock could handle it, afterall galaxy should be used to this kinda stuff.
But that begs the question of what part is bomb IN?
“Uh…. S h i t.”
Oh. This was awkward. The bombhead was still, looking at the other. This scene would be pretty average... If it weren't for the fact that Jet was currently hauling his latest kill in. Maybe... The other hadn't seen Jet yet? Probably not, but it was a possibility.
What.
The absolute.
F u c k.
Time’s eyes go blank as star looks at the other. Not even sure w h a t to make of the scenario. Maybe if he just pretended like it hadn’t seen the other hauling a very much- not alive person-
“Hi? I’m sorry am I interrupting you?”
Just don’t ask Time… don’t ask.
Oh, so he did see. Oops. Well... At least the other bombhead didn't seem to be asking... Did they also hunt? Maybe he should offer them a part of his kill?
"... Somewhat? It fine. Want some, too?"
He lifted the corpse awkwardly as they spoke.
He raises a hand awkwardly, as if to visibly show the decline.
“I’m good. I don’t uh. That’s not in my diet exactly. But again- sorry. Guess I overshot my coordinates by at least a good….”
He’s checking.
“….. 1,000 miles….”
B r u h.
( @gxt-nx-time )
Time awkwardly scratches his… what you would assume to be cheek, looking around as his eye lights shift shapes for a brief moment. Ah… this AU again.
Didn’t give them pleasant memories but clock could handle it, afterall galaxy should be used to this kinda stuff.
But that begs the question of what part is bomb IN?
“Uh…. S h i t.”
Oh. This was awkward. The bombhead was still, looking at the other. This scene would be pretty average... If it weren't for the fact that Jet was currently hauling his latest kill in. Maybe... The other hadn't seen Jet yet? Probably not, but it was a possibility.
What.
The absolute.
F u c k.
Time’s eyes go blank as star looks at the other. Not even sure w h a t to make of the scenario. Maybe if he just pretended like it hadn’t seen the other hauling a very much- not alive person-
“Hi? I’m sorry am I interrupting you?”
Just don’t ask Time… don’t ask.
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