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[theinmxte]

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"Yeah, yeah," Dismissive! Threat was such a harsh word for someone he viewed as a friend, you know? "It's called teasing, bug, I figured you'd be a pro at recognizin' that; considering how fuckin' obnoxious you can be."

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@dethqveen

Eerie would huff, making some strands of their black tresses fly up from their gaunt face. They stared intently into Wal and his offered hand with a squint. More out of confusion than from judgement.

❝ ... What? ❞

"Well, I need permission before I go grabbing people's hands," PARTICULARLY IF THEY HAVE SHARP TALONS? "Otherwise you might shred my poor fuckin palms, eh?"

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@beingofthree

Wrestlemania was definitely coming, in the sense of a one on one fight in the middle of a residential woodland home.

Wal is apt to lay out the food he said he would-- Meat! Leftovers from his beloved husband and his immaculate cooking... And fish, live fish, that Vlad had caught when they're were out on the ships- not like they used them all up when they made sushi, right?

Anyway, he taps the box with his foot and the big boys inside wiggle around, still kicking. Live for this purple eggplant!

Wal greets Alter with a yawn and a halfhearted wave when he finally shows up-- and while he isn't exactly excited about the concept of letting Alter slice him for fun, he IS excited about wrestling.

"Hey, did you..." Teleport? Jump? Ride a plane? "Get here alright?"

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@idjibivdu

Eerie have seen this question coming. They always have, since the scar in question was right across their face. If they didn't use enough foundation that day, curious people are going to be inevitable. Guess it was also natural for Wal to be curious of the scar, given he unfortunately possesses a similar one.

Answering such inquiries, however, wasn't always east. Their past wasn't something they're fond of talking about. But overtime Eerie has grew cold and more detached to it. They had no reason to be ashamed, but pity was something they hated to gain however.

❝ It depends if you're willing to listen to it? It's not exactly a happy story. ❞

They asked monotonously.

Wal touches his own scar while Eerie thinks about it-- Not that he can read their mind or anything, just that it's something he's focused on too. Scars.

"Yeah, I doubt any scar is, eh?"

He shrugs, tries not to focus on them, too much. Pity isn't something he's leaking out, but it's obvious Wal is taking SOME steps to try and leave Eerie at ease. He gets it.

"Could go cut for cut, if you really wanted."

Not that his nose scar is particularly impressive.

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@an-ordinary-roach

While it was supposed to be done a distinctly long time ago, Wal can only hope that the wait time was worth the effort.

[[MORE]]

Given that this was created to ACTUALLY live in, he put effort into making it more like a self contained vivarium.

Firstly, he focused on making it look like aa stereotypical fae home, the kind made out of rock and wood.

The opening reminds you of the holes beneath tree trunks, moss over the entrance, and a hole big enough for quite a few cockroaches! No lights, not yet, through there is a little lantern esque bit of wiring going into the entryway of the home.

Leaf litter is on the floor, hopefully enough to keep Bor comfortable, and some miniature furniture, focused on a sleeping area, a little nesty, slightly damp bed, concaved into the center of the room, and a very, very tiny little pool for Bor to relax in, a little bit of textured glass keeping the under pool lights separate from the actual water.

Some little tiny books for a bit of wood that grew into a slightly bookshelf esque shape, the books are completely unreable, but each title is a bug pun, some tiny flasks with coloured water, just for looks!

Fungi, of course, crawling up the walls and bioluminescent against the lights. Maybe Bor can snack on them? Who knows.

All in it, it could be considered a bedroom, and a bathroom. Self sustaining, the only thing Bor would need to physically change is the batteries for the lights.

Not bad! It's shipped promptly, promise!! Complete with some little sweet snacks. Chocolate.

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Wal thinks up a lot of things, his mind runs through different scenarios at the speed of sound, and while these scenarios are not necessarily always good--

There is one in particular that...

He spends more time staring at Gret, lately, lost in thought, about questions- big ones. Wal worries asking heavy questions now would be detrimental; it's too soon!, but God does he want to ask them.

it.

Instead, he focuses on setting up for, certain reactions gauge how far he can go.

Does Gret like this geode ring box? does Gret even know what Wal wants to use it for.

The answer to the first question is yes, complete with a soft kiss that splits his face right in half and shakes up his insides.

The second question wasn't important- right now.

A couple of "I love you's" said with sternness, not playfulness, and all those butterflies in his belly turn to fireworks.

[[MORE]]

two quick "I want you's", and you're both curled up with each other, for hours- impossible stamina, but it's the closeness that Wal wanted to get-- and that's... one... way of getting it.

Wal felt like he said I love you too much, so the next best thing; "stay here." "don't leave.", his hands are wrapped up in Gret's and they're as tight to each other as nature allows.

don't leave is the baby version of what he wants to say- it works, but there's just too much energy inside him for it to really... Dissipate, especially since Gret reciprocates- "no, I won't leave.", it makes it worse, harder to contain... and if he squeezes Gret any tighter Wal might just pop ribs.

He cries, of course- very quietly, no sound, just warm tears-- overwhelmed with love and unsure of where to put it all.

The most important thing of all, Wal knew Gret was going to say he'd stay.

He didn't wonder on a maybe, or fear Gret was going to leave, he already knew.

It's a step forward, and they can only get closer.

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@an-ordinary-roach

“Well, Wal you’re in luck!~ Durin my spelunkin sessions I found a deposit of Prehnite Both got cut and uncut, depending which ya want and how much I’ll give ya a price.~”  If this is a gift, bor’s making sure to not tell Gret anything.

“Don’t worry I made sure this stuff isn’t radioactive or cursed too!~ Promise!~”

It is indeed a gift for Gret, who'da thunk!

"I've been working on cutting it up myself. So whatever you've got a nice chunk of, that'll do."

Anyway; "More than happy to trade you something if you decide on that. I'm sure you've seen the little houses and shite, course. I can also just. Y'know. Pay you."

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Violence is a constant, pervasive trait Wal has always exemplified, dumb shit like revenge and pettiness were actions that barely required all of his concentration to really make it hurt.

But it helps.

The biggest issue was dealing with the fact people now actually care for you. Back then, in the "good" old days, that didn't matter; no one would be crying buckets of tears if you never came back. Now...

Wal has his fingers in his mouth- mind the fangs, and he chews on the tips of the claws, lost in thought.

He didn't want to bring Gret, not for any monumental reason, just that there's some things he thinks others shouldn't see, and maybe that's wrong of him, but he knows what he has to do, and he can always vividly remember what Lucy looked like when she was exposed to that same kind of violence, --while the situation is a little different, it's the same kind of wonton cruelty.

It hurts him to let Gret see it, to let him come, but he also knows he can't exactly stop Gret from coming either.

What're you supposed to do anyway? Tell him off? Sorry, I took someone else's help and not yours, I thought you were too precious to see this grisly fight, despite being essentially, a freedom fighter, who has most likely hurt people before.

It's just uncomfortable for everybody. All around.

His sweethearts completely impassive face, when they lock eyes, makes Wal a little delirious-- just give him a little bit of effort, Wal knows he looks weird, but you can pretend to like him, right?

Gret didn't sign up for a squeaky white boy, sitting her out in the cold though, doesn't seem to make it much of a problem-- still that "unhealthy" spacing between them of a hand wide, that makes Wal sad, but, they're at least sitting together...

On a roof. Of Fantasy-Land Whole Foods.

Trying to kill somebody.

Ieuan made it, Gret is the one who had to deal with it after the fact... So he gets it. Still sucks.

"So..." Hawkward! "I'm not sure what we're. Actually. Going to do. Here."

Okay, they fight, but like. How.

It's always been for play, not for real.