Under the Sea

bakudan-blu replied to your post:bakudan-blu replied to your post:spycrabbypatty...

why, puns are so tentacool

((SCREECHES))

bakudan-blu replied to your post:spycrabbypatty replied to your post:((COUGH guess...

no need to be crabby

the puns. MY ONE WEAKNESS))

What have we got today? Mac and cheese with big chunks of bacon stirred in, still piping hot, and a thermos full of hot coffee to drink at his leisure. "I'm s-still vorking on zhe h-heater problem. I vish I k-knew how to build zhings m-myzelf, but I'm ein doktor, n-nicht ein m-machinist."

"It's appreciated either way, petit." He replied, looking quite happy with his company. And after all, what were a few more days in the cold anyway? He'd make do.

#doctor-hollow

spycrabbypatty replied to your post:((COUGH guess who is here))

whalecome back

narrows eyes at ur puns. ...whale puns.....))

((COUGH guess who is here))

#it me -.-#outofthesea

artist-of-troy

sick and unsure on what to do in life : I

#spy #neato

((Pure is too pure i need to get Charlot to slamdunk him into the sewers))

mindyerhead-blog

[Ezra might ruffle his feathers presently.]

#outofthesea #man come on

((Continue please))

#mindyerhead

((Pure is too pure i need to get Charlot to slamdunk him into the sewers))

[ She smiles, despite the grump. Her hands take his, applying a small bit of the lotion on his palms as she gently rubs it in. ]

Of course you can, I wouldn’t stop you from doing it. Nothing stops me from wanting to help you, either.

[Charlot does not reply; instead he lets her do what she thinks is best and just ... quietly mutters under his breath. He's a terrifying monster to most people, and he's grown so fond of that idea he's not sure what to do with her.]

#im gonna vomit an entire french bakery on you

badtf2fics

spy replied in a french accent so thick he coughed up a beret

(via badtf2fics)

I wouldn’t be here if that was the case, Charlot. I’ll get back on it.

… Give me your hands.

[He extends both of his hands, looking appropriately grumpy while doing it.]

I can complain about my living situation all I want.

I… I beg to differ. [ Her face softens. ] Maybe it’s just me…

You’re welcome. I was wondering… if you remembered anything, from your past. I have not had the time to go file searching—I was hospitalized for a while, then left… it’s been about two- three months, maybe.

I'd assume so. and. Hm. I ... I suppose so? You can pick up what you were doing before everything, if you still think I'm worth your time. Most people don't want to associate with a cannibal that lives in the sewers, you see.

[There's just bit of bitterness in his voice.]

I think I do that a lot. Forget about what ails a person… in favor of the person. Give me enough time and altogether I’ll forget we’re in a sewer and… well.

[ Her eyes drop and she just shrugs. ]

Maybe this lotion’ll feel nice on your hands. I’ve been meaning to ask you something else, anyway.

You won't. [He looks kind of hurt, actually. Just a little bit.] I assure you... something like this isn't easily forgotten. Also -

What was it you wanted to know?

[He'd finished his meal.]

Thank you.

[ She just smiles up at him with a bashful grin. A hand even strokes the tendril on her shoulder, as a little reminder. ]

The fact that it could’ve been scales went right over my head.

[The limb curls a little.] Well... it's strange. [Tongue ran over his teeth.] I shouldn't have teeth like that, but I do.

And I shouldn't have that amount of limbs, either. I don't fault you for forgetting.

[ It didn’t even cross her mind. Her face flushes slightly; it’s a shame she keeps forgetting every tenta she’s met is indeed, a tenta. ]

… Possible, yeah… S-still. I’ll put this on, when you’re done eating.

Yes, I will. I will. If you want me to.

[He rests a tentacles on her shoulder, curious as to why she was blushing, exactly.] Did I do anything?