THE light weight of mist carried itself over the night , dragging its rain drops and staining the ever growing populace of the REDWOOD cemetery ( a fitting name , Wormguts would add ). Crows were nesting inside the willows’ branches , watching as the creature went on. It would be depressingly eerie , most humans would feel the fear crawling at the hairs against their necks , but not the odd eyed fellow and his large scythe.
It caked itself in old blood , a job well done - the employer stated as he handed WORMGUTS the several thousands that he’d shove into his haystack for later. Not really what MA meant by SAVING money , but it works all the same.
Now it was time again , the witching hour meant jittered excitement to see his friend again … ‘ my best friend ’ he’d whisper to himself. And with that little playful smile of his dragging about , Warren bore gifts in his hands. One was a rain beetle merged in Plexiglas and ANOTHER , a bottle of nightshade he grew himself !
He could see a figure and fake eyes encased in the colour of electric blue lazily roll with his things in toe , Scythe clanking against legs - resting in a hold on his back , ‘ ED , man , you won’t believe the weird shit that happened today , old lady had a HUGE ghost infestation. ’
SAT NESTLED ON AN OLD GRAVESTONE , HE HELD HIS FORM IN CLOSELY AS HE READ ; a small beetle rested on the top of edgar's head , clearly placed there by the undead himself . wide , darkly lined eyes barely taking a moment to blink as he was QUITE immersed into his BOOK . the sound of the wind , darkening ambiance coiling itself around each headstone / the sound of the crows here soothing to the revenant . dorian , THE OVER-SIZED SILKWORM MOTH SAT UPON HIS LEFT SHOULDER , giving him wonderful company ! bugs , BUGS ---- friends , until wormguts , he had only known bugs & that was the extent of such social interaction . pale digits flipped the pages , form layered in black attire , as the usual ------
eyes glancing upward , internally he smiled , feeling WARMTH upon seeing wormguts approach . externally ? edgar displayed nothing . eyes ( again ) were unblinking , features remained BLEAK . beetle still on head & moth adorned on shoulder ; book was placed down , a long ( ODDLY LONG ) pause was given before even the formation of any sort of response was given . darkened lips against ghostly flesh would SLIGHTLY part , ‘ infestation . . . ‘ the word spoken as if he was thinking about it , head tilt gently , barely moving much ( HE HAD A BEETLE FRIEND UP THERE ! )
’ hmm . . . ‘ small hum , motions of pondering . black eyes peering over to the massive scythe , NOTING THE BLOOD STAINING THE BLADE ------- ‘ tell me more . ‘ he was interested , TRULY ! but no such expression would be shown to back such up .
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