❛ why are they called ‘ bagel bites ’ when the one biting them is me ? ❜
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❛ why are they called ‘ bagel bites ’ when the one biting them is me ? ❜
sorry for going dead. life decided to floor it
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link.
“O~kie. . . buh be careful! That thin’ looks like a weapon.”
His eyes stare at Otto’s feet as they confidently take their place on this weird board with wheels. Was it supposed to have magical powers to move the wheels? Is there an engine on the bottom? So many questions. Link is more concerned of Otto’s safety. That weird air kick ended up with the kid having a conversation with the floor and the board rolling away, with no Otto on it. Maybe it was in reverse.
Link rushes over to the other and kneels down to help him.
“Ah. . . Yeh forgot ta say ‘no thankin’ yeh.’”
you take a moment to bask in the moment. really take it in. you could never have messed this up more then you managed to. you guess beginners luck is not always the case. you place your palm against the rough concrete you slammed your face on and lift up your upper body and sit on the ground.
❛ i did not forget, ❜ you manage to say between clenched teeth, ❛ i am saying no thank you as we speak. ❜
you smile through the pain. you are saying no thank you. if it was polite it would go away. there is some dirt on your face and shirt as well. if you politely told it that you prefer being clean, do you think that it would go away too ?
you sit there and force a smile to link. you forget to say anything else because you are so focused on telling the pain no thank you.
big brother geno.
❝ sleep… ing? ❞ did he hear that correctly? yes, yes he did. otto has been largely absent… due to sleeping. the problem is that it has been a ridiculously long while, and to be down and out for that long is concerning, to say the least. how is he up and walking? was… was he in a coma? did something happen to him?!
before he even has the chance to protest his claims, a box is handed over to him. he is utterly speechless, staring down at it before glancing up at otto, then back down. there it is, a little winding key, and once turned, it does its things. it’s really cute, honestly… but his priorities lie elsewhere.
❝ th— thanks, really, but… you… you’ve been gone for months because you’ve been asleep? seriously? ❞ he looks significantly horrified. ❝ what even happened to you? how did that happen? you must have been seriously hurt—— ❞ then again, this is otto. he has a penchant for doing absolutely ridiculous things. ❝ ——right? ❞
❛ yea, sleeping ! it’s not... it’s not that weird is it ? ❜ you lower your head a little, ashamed. you did not intend to worry geno like this. you kind of forgot that going for long periods of time is not normal to most people. your question did not need an answer. you already found it etched across geno’s expression.
❛ ... my bad. i should warn you next time, huh ? ❜ you quickly begin smiling happily again — after all — what is done is unfortunately done. you can not undo the emotions you caused your big brother to feel in this moment. you still have so much to learn. you just have to keep hoping for better. ❛ i didn’t get hurt or anything. i just slept. sometimes i’d wake up then go right back to sleep. sorry ! ❜
as quick as ever, your eyes focused back to the music box in geno’s hands. you motion towards it. ❛ pull the string ! pull the string ! ❜
you wonder how he will react to what will happen. he may not know what’s in there but you sure do ! ( not like that should be a surprise considering you’re the one who made it. ) inside is a bunch of pictures of random times you shared together. whether those memories are in paint or simply discussing capes, they are there. if you are being completely honest, however, you do not exactly know how you got these pictures. they kind of just appeared one day like some extraterrestrial forces were at play or something. you decided to make good use of them though. you call it a memory box.
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spiritual sequel to the minecraft post
why have minecraft if you arent going to make a muse themed world ?
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like this for otto in your inbox (mutuals only ofc)
pomi I care u bro....😳
i care….YOU…..bro... 🥺🥺
i think the only bad part about having a tendency to roleplay as characters deemed as “silly” is having some interactions randomly tagged as crack by the other person... like no dude they’re just like that
link.
“ . . .I mean, that ‘s how I do thin’s. Sometimes I jus’ jump for it. I’ll spot ya if ya get hurt.”
❛ i don’t think i’ll be getting hurt. ❜ you place the skateboard on the ground. ❛ if i were to, i would simply say no thank you. ❜ you say it and you mean it. you believe that you are making complete sense.
you perch yourself on the skateboard before you allow yourself to stand, as part of that flawless plan of course, and you attempt to push the ground to get yourself moving. keyword being attempt. you somehow manage to miss the ground and kick the air instead, catching you off guard and causing you to land face first. the skateboard slowly rolls the other direction as you lay there in shame. needless to say, if your goal was to make a fool of yourself, you without a doubt succeeded.