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@jaeger-mordor
"I think you have friend, its a wonderful home." he smiled "Very pretty."
"It thinks you are too!" He replied smiling up at him.
Mort's cheeks grew a slight shade of pink. "Oh well I got to thank your home then." he laughed "You want to sit here all day or?"
Hungry like a Wolf [closed with jaeger-mordor]
Mordor only grinned “Alrighty, I’ll try and think of something by then.” After a few minutes of silence Mordor cut in again “Does it hurt when you turn into a warewolf? Oh wow how rude of me, uh you dont need to say anything.”
"Huh?" Sam looked at him before smiling and laughing softly. "no no it’s okay." he smiled and shrugged. "A little? It’s more like after you’ve worked out for a while and everything is sore but it doesn’t hurt-hurt." Sam watched Mordor and smiled. "Seriously ask any question you want. i told you for a reason."
Mort shrugged "Ah im out of questions now, so if I think of one I'll blurt it out with out a warning or a warning. Lets hope one of them."
"I want his tongue... And liver."
* A much older Rishy, rebuilt into a now-extinct form with a look like Uncle Sam, giggled.
He used a metal hooked claw to comb at his mustache, sharp metal fangs glinting with insanity.*
" I want his head….crack it open and suck out the juice.
His heart….all mine….”
Mordor frowned thinking of his past friends, even though he was still here, he missed every personality of him. “Well, I dont know how you feel with that. But if you need anyone to talk it out to make better sense I can try to help you the best I can?”
* The Handyman nodded. He picked up Mordor gently and brought him close, engulfing him in a gentle hug.*
"…..Thanks kid…."
Mordor only gave the handy the tightest hug he could manage "Your welcome my dear friend." he chuckled "I do mean it. I am here for you my friend. Always."
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SEND ME A ★ FOR MY MUSE’S REACTION TO YOURS PICKING THEM UP AND THROWING THEM OVER THEIR SHOULDER
"H-hey I was painting!" Peeta frowned as he was picked up and carried away from his canvas, he had dropped the paintbrush on the table when the other picked him up. The artist pouted, wriggling around a little. "Where are you taking me?"
Mordor grinned chuckled he felt the other hit his leg. “Ah there you go, got your kick in.” he shrugged “Well im glad its not burnt and it looks okay”
Peeta mirrored his grin, laughing as he gave another soft kick to him. “It looks fine. No need to worry about it.” He shrugged.
Mordor let out a sigh of relief "Oh im so glad." he hummed as he teasingly smack Peeta's foot. "Ah how im tempted to just grab your foot the next kick and tickle it." he told the other.
Mordor saw Yancy from a distance, as he got closer he noticed something horribly wrong. Yancy was covered in blood, standing there looking terrified. He ran up to the pilot and grabbed his shoulders looking looking him up and down to see if he was hurt. "Yancy what happened?!"
Yancy had been through hell and back tonight, he had went out for a midnight stroll, just taking in the sights of Hong Kong, seeing how much has changed since the closing of the breach.
A group of thugs had spotted and recognized him, it didn’t take long for Yancy to notice them stalking him, he ran, but he wasn’t who he used to be, he couldn’t run like he used to, they got him, beat him up, took him away and did a bunch of unmentionable things to him.
After they left him, beaten and emotionally wreck, he peeled himself on the ground of the ally where they threw him out and walked back to the ‘dome.
In the distance, he saw Mordor, as he ran towards him, Yancy was scared for a moment, before recognizing that Mordor loved him and wouldn’t hurt him. He didn’t know what to say. “I….-” He looked down at the ground.
Mordor returned a grin “Alrighty Chicken noodle it is. Well I’ll be right back. Call me if you need anything.” he hummed as he opened the door and headed for the mess hall kitchen to try and find some chicken noodle soup.
Yancy curled up in the bed, wrapping the blankets around him like a tight cocoon to keep him safe while he waited for Mordor. He felt much better then when he had ended up at the ‘dome, he felt safer and in much less pain.
Mordor worried about Yancy the whole entire time he was getting the Becket some soup. Not long after he knocked so to not scare Yancy as he made his way back into the room "Got you your soup." he offered a smile.
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SEND ME A ★ FOR MY MUSE’S REACTION TO YOURS PICKING THEM UP AND THROWING THEM OVER THEIR SHOULDER
"H-hey I was painting!" Peeta frowned as he was picked up and carried away from his canvas, he had dropped the paintbrush on the table when the other picked him up. The artist pouted, wriggling around a little. "Where are you taking me?"
Mort only grinned more at the other “Want me to move closer so you can actually kick me?” he joked as he put the grill cheese onto a plate and move to place it in front of peeta. “Hope I didnt burn it or anything.”
"Yes please that would be great." Peeta grinned in response, attempting to reach out his foot again to nudge Mordor. This time managing to hit him in the leg when the male moved closer. "It looks fine."
Mordor grinned chuckled he felt the other hit his leg. “Ah there you go, got your kick in.” he shrugged “Well im glad its not burnt and it looks okay”
"Thank you!" He replied smiling.
"You welcome." he grins back "Well is there anything else you want to tell me about this place?"
"Uhm… Its my home? Or did I mention that??" He asked, his brow furrowing.
"I think you have a friend, its a wonderful home." he smiled "Very pretty."
Hungry like a Wolf [closed with jaeger-mordor]
"Oh now that you say that im going to bring you food to feed an army man.Just I’ll make so much food." he chuckled "Anything you want me to bring?"
Sam laughed and shook his head. “Oh god!” he shook his head. “Okay okay fine.” he smiled. “Uh…whatever you want to bring man. i won’t turn my nose up to it.” Sam smiled at Mordor and tried to keep his focus on teh game
Mordor only grinned "Alrighty, I'll try and think of something by then." After a few minutes of silence Mordor cut in again "Does it hurt when you turn into a warewolf? Oh wow how rude of me, uh you dont need to say anything."
"I want his tongue... And liver."
* A much older Rishy, rebuilt into a now-extinct form with a look like Uncle Sam, giggled.
He used a metal hooked claw to comb at his mustache, sharp metal fangs glinting with insanity.*
" I want his head….crack it open and suck out the juice.
His heart….all mine….”
* The Handyman sniffed as he spoke.*
" What an insane robot I turned out to be. I can’t even stop myself from crying."
"Well, everyone cries Damien, so its normal. Your upset so I understand why your crying?" he offered a small smile.
* The Handyman scratched his ear.*
" Everything at once…..Rishy was always the emotional person. A kid forced to grow up and become a whiny bitch.
Max had balls until he became soft and started castrating himself.
Then comes me, and I’m stuck in the middle feeling their angst over everything. It’s weak.”
Mordor frowned patting his arm “Im sorry to hear thats what your feeling that way, but maybe its good for you almost. Well, Im sure you can get back to being stronger but you can have emotion from the two?”
" I…..I guess. It’s three minds constantly fighting for control. But Rishy and Max are broken. Mindless echoes. Whatever they feel is scrambled, and my mind is forced to make sense of it."
Mordor frowned thinking of his past friends, even though he was still here, he missed every personality of him. "Well, I dont know how you feel with that. But if you need anyone to talk it out to make better sense I can try to help you the best I can?"
//God im sorry I keep disappearing for days, just that getting lazier with replys more and more
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SEND ME A ★ FOR MY MUSE’S REACTION TO YOURS PICKING THEM UP AND THROWING THEM OVER THEIR SHOULDER
"H-hey I was painting!" Peeta frowned as he was picked up and carried away from his canvas, he had dropped the paintbrush on the table when the other picked him up. The artist pouted, wriggling around a little. "Where are you taking me?"
"Next thing we know your ego is the size of this house?" he grinned "Sorry, kidding, kidding." he chuckled as he flipped the grill cheese.
"Yeah you better be." Peeta teased, trying to reach over to nudge him with his foot but being too short to even come close.
Mort only grinned more at the other "Want me to move closer so you can actually kick me?" he joked as he put the grill cheese onto a plate and move to place it in front of peeta. "Hope I didnt burn it or anything."
"I want his tongue... And liver."
* A much older Rishy, rebuilt into a now-extinct form with a look like Uncle Sam, giggled.
He used a metal hooked claw to comb at his mustache, sharp metal fangs glinting with insanity.*
" I want his head….crack it open and suck out the juice.
His heart….all mine….”
* The Handyman sniffed as he spoke.*
" What an insane robot I turned out to be. I can’t even stop myself from crying."
"Well, everyone cries Damien, so its normal. Your upset so I understand why your crying?" he offered a small smile.
* The Handyman scratched his ear.*
" Everything at once…..Rishy was always the emotional person. A kid forced to grow up and become a whiny bitch.
Max had balls until he became soft and started castrating himself.
Then comes me, and I’m stuck in the middle feeling their angst over everything. It’s weak.”
Mordor frowned patting his arm "Im sorry to hear thats what your feeling that way, but maybe its good for you almost. Well, Im sure you can get back to being stronger but you can have emotion from the two?"
Hungry like a Wolf [closed with jaeger-mordor]
"Oh well that’s good that you have it but im sorry to laugh but that’s just hilarious." Mordor chuckled "Well im sure glad you better now."
Mordor shrugged “Sure why not! I’ll try and make some cookies or something to bring with me?”
"Don’t worry about it." he laughed a bit. "It was pretty funny." he laughed and shrugged. "Same here." he said with a grni.
"Sure! sounds good to me. you don’t have to bring anything but i’ll appreciate it."
"Oh now that you say that im going to bring you food to feed an army man.Just I'll make so much food." he chuckled "Anything you want me to bring?"
"That I am, its what I learned. If your friendly you may get the same friendliness in return."
“Hmmmmm. I’ve never thought of tht before!” He replied grinning.
"Well im glad you know it now?" he chuckled.
"Thank you!" He replied smiling.
"You welcome." he grins back "Well is there anything else you want to tell me about this place?"
[Slinks in whispering sorry i've been gone]
砂漠の砂に大はしゃぎ！ フェネック舎放飼場の改修 ｜ 東京ズーネット
Person I am reblogging this for. You know precisely who you are. I thought you could do with a bunch of silly fenecs to make your day better.
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SEND ME A ★ FOR MY MUSE’S REACTION TO YOURS PICKING THEM UP AND THROWING THEM OVER THEIR SHOULDER
"H-hey I was painting!" Peeta frowned as he was picked up and carried away from his canvas, he had dropped the paintbrush on the table when the other picked him up. The artist pouted, wriggling around a little. "Where are you taking me?"
Mort glanced over at Peeta “You say that as if its a bad thing. Want me to stop?” he chuckled as he returned to grilling the cheese.
"No, it feeds me ego." Peeta teased with a wink, he crossed his legs over one another and waited patiently for the food.
"Next thing we know your ego is the size of this house?" he grinned "Sorry, kidding, kidding." he chuckled as he flipped the grill cheese.
