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Obsius: Who's a cute lil parasitic virus?? Who is it??

Jazzy: ???????????????????????????????????????

Obsius: It's you!

Jazzy: !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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looks GOOD

w HEezes tHank u

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remade my theme cuz i wanted to use my own art for it asdf

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I drew my son.

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    Has been watching videos on computer viruses for too long to be considered healthy.

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When all you wanna do is write but for some reason your wrist hurts like hell.

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@crayolajazz | whe lp

    All thought ceases at the other’s accusation. Trembling fingers halt, and eyes fall down to stare at his own hands. His sockets fall shut, and with a strained breath, he shakes his head, wanting nothing more than to argue. To deny as he had no memory of doing such a thing, but he can’t.     So instead, he gingerly lifts an arm to curl around the smaller skeleton’s middle, careful as though he may harm him just from that, and head hung as he tries to hold everything back. Walls are already beginning to raise in his mind, attempting to block this new information out. This wouldn’t be the first time something like this had happened, though it had never been this bad.                                                                 “Oh -- I... I‘m sorry.”     Is all he can think to say.

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                                          “🕈✌❄👍☟ ✡⚐🕆☼ ☹✌☠☝🕆✌☝☜✏” Spat Jazzy, venom laced in his tone. Oh did he understand WingDings, and oh was he not going to be friendly after THAT outburst. The parasite was now frowning up at this taller alternate. If Obsius was able to see his eyes hidden behind dark lenses, the defiance was very OBVIOUS in them.

                                          “I never said I wasn’t.” He answered softly after a few long moments. Might as well be less hostile, right? Hostility never got him far.

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    Oh man, he fucked up.     It seemed this alternate, whoever they were, wasn’t really one he wanted to mess with, He was certainly a little firecracker, and his attitude reminded him of a kid. If he fucks up further, he almost expects a comment along the lines of ‘I’m telling mom!’ to come from the other.     Good thing he liked kids.                               “A’ight, a’ight. Sorry, I’m jus’ kinda. Uh. Most people I talk                                 t’ don’t mind it. I forget some people don’t really like it.”     He holds his hands up in a placating sort of gesture.                                            “All that aside, uh... ya gonna be a’ight?”

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@crayolajazz | r.i.f.p.

    To say that he’s shocked would be a huge understatement. As Obsius watches the other boldly pluck his cigarette from him and crush it, all he can do is stare, slack-jawed at the one that stood before him. It was a brutal execution done to a harmless stick of nicotine, which he would better understand if it weren’t for the fact he didn’t even have lungs.                                              “☺☜💧🕆💧 ☞🕆👍😐📪 👎🕆👎☜✏”     He doesn’t even know if the other understands WingDings, but it takes a moment for him to shake off the shock, to which he simply stares down at the ruined smoke, and then at the colorful Sans before him.                                 “I take it ya ain’t lookin’ fer any help or talkin’, then?”

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* BZ has updated his status:

current mood: this video.

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When u wanna do plot things for a muse but even tho u know some of the people ur mutuals w/ from another account ur too awkward to approach them cuz this muse is dif.

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                  “☟⚐☹✡ 💧☟✋❄📬 ⚐☟ 💣✡ ☝⚐👎📪 ❄☟✋💧 ✋💧 ✌ ☝☼☜✌❄ 💧❄✌☼❄📬”

    At the moment, Obsius is seated comfortably upon a couch, laptop opened and settled upon his lap, and a game open on his screen. There’s a box that sits at the side, coding of the software visible to the skeleton, and recording software runs in the background. The game itself seems to glitch, and a low chuckle leaves him.     He’s streaming.                             “💧⚐ ❄☟☜💧☜ ✌☼☜ ❄☟☜ 👍⚐☼☼🕆🏱❄✋⚐☠💧📪 ⚐😐✌✡✍                               ❄☟☜💧☜ ✌☼☜ ❄☟☜ ✌👍❄🕆✌☹ 👍⚐☼☼🕆🏱❄✋⚐☠💧📬                   🕈☜🕯☹☹ 👎⚐ ☝✌💣☜💧☟✌☼😐 💧❄🕆☞☞ ✋☠ ✌ ☹✋❄❄☹☜ 👌✋❄📬”

                                                    ‘Press start to play!’

                                      “🏱☼☜💧💧 💧❄✌☼❄ ❄⚐ 🏱☹✌✡✏ ⚐😐✌✡✏”     The mimicry draws another laugh from him, and he pauses briefly, to check if his translator appears to be working. He often forgets most can’t understand the language he speaks most comfortably in, but often it doesn’t seem to matter.     Most come for the craziness that corruptions are.                                         “✌☹☼✋☝☟❄📪 🕈☜ ☝⚐❄❄✌ 🕆💧☜ 💧⚐💣☜                                          💧✌✞☜ 💧❄✌❄☜💧 ☠⚐🕈📬 ☟✌☠☝ ⚐☠📬”     And he brings out a list, grin widening as he scrolls through it.                                                “☹☜❄🕯💧 ☝☜❄ 💧❄✌☼❄☜👎📬”

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holds hand. drags it close to his jaws. spreads his fingers and drags a large tongue betwee - he'll fuckin' fight if this is a battle of two gays.

    Out from the inverted skeleton comes a husky chuckle, splayed fingers coming to a close in an effort to trap the muscle in between. He’s amused and, in a sense, flattered.

    And when he feels as he’s accomplished the task, his hand pushes forward to settle along the edge of the other’s maw with little worry for each phalange. A thumb drags to the corner of Sans’ mouth, pushing down on his lower jaw.    He seems to be trying to prop his mouth open further, but for what?    He’ll leave it up to the other’s imagination, though he leans forward regardless, his own tongue peeking out between obsidian fangs.                       “Ya think ya might wanna open up a lil more fer me, doll?”

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stares into the camera like he’s on the office.

    Stares into the office like he’s on camera.

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    Casually just... lolls his tongue out of his mouth.