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“Well. That was a game,” Isaac said, getting up and stretching.
“Yeah.”
More indie horror games. Both Nevin and Isaac were fans. Both were a bit wary ever since the incident with Monika, but still enjoyed the genre.
“You’re nervous. What’s going on? Worried that something like what happened the last time you recommended a game will happen this time?” Nevin laughed a little. “I’m the one that should be nervous about that.”
“No. It’s… something else.”
“You can talk to me. What’s up?”
“Um, Error is watching us through the window.”
Nevin looked over and saw Edward’s hair disappear from view. He walked over and opened the window.
“For fuck sake, just knock on the door like a normal person!”
Edward stood back up. “No. I have… reasons.”
“As in?”
Edward had nothing to say to that.
“Thought so. Can you go away now?”
Edward had already started running off as Nevin said that.
“I should probably get going,” Isaac said.
“Alright, let me take you home at least.”
“Fine.”
The couple walked out the door, and Isaac let out a small noise as Nevin lifted him into a bridal carry.
“I didn’t hear anything about this,” Isaac said.
“But are you complaining?”
“I guess I’m not.”
Nevin proceeded to carry Isaac home and flipped off anyone who dared comment.
Is Ringo friends with any of the bad sanses? (Though, I guess it would be a little too convenient if Nightmare just decided, 'Wow, these recent developments have made me decide to become a better person! I think that I'm going to open a shelter for lost kittens!')
Pre-corruption? Nope, he was strictly adversaries with them.
Post-corruption? Mmm, that’s up in the air at this point. He might not be seen as a "Star Sans" anymore, but he's not running to join the bad guys either. In fact, he’d rather avoid them all together.
I don’t know if this ask went through the first time I tried it, so pardon me if you get deja vu reading this!
I just wanted to say I really love your writing, especially how you approach Rudy. (Good interpretations of morally complex characters can be so hard to find. :[ )
Also Rex. No notes there.
Awwww, thank you so much! (I didn't get this before for some reason! My inbox has been glitched for years now lol) I really do have a ball writing Rudy and Rex, and it's been super fun to see how many people like what I've cobbled together!!!
What I got from that assessment is that the kids/adults that look like kids/regular adults desperately need therapy
Maybe Donald can convince Cecil to hire several professionals
Listen. Look me in the eyes on this one. The GDA has a fucking nanny department with clouds painted on the ceiling. They make special robot bodies for coworkers who like to run headfirst into danger. They have medical personnel who are trained specifically in superhero care AND in extremely advanced medical devices FOR said superheroes.
These bitches absolutely have therapy. I'll eat my hat if they don't have a therapist's office in this giant government building. They probably have multiples, with some who work specifically for other species (Martians, for example). It's not that Cecil DOESN'T have therapy, it's that the Guardians of the Globe are all DUMBASSES who REFUSE TO GO TO FUCKING THERAPY and instead relocate to hidden shacks in the middle of the woods or help repair planets for three months while helping an aging mother care for her baby.
Do you still take prompts? (You can ignore this if you don’t.)
Drew gives Felix some much needed advice. (Based on their little interaction at the end of chapter 6.)
welcome to its 11:30 pm when i write this hence why it may be filled with mistakes
Drew was walking in the hallway one day when he saw Felix Wolfe standing against a wall.
“I remember you,” Felix scowled, “you were with Quinton during that fight.”
Drew still wasn’t quite solid on what each of the colors meant, but he was pretty sure that Felix was pissed.
“I don’t know you very well, but I think I can tell that you resort to violence a lot,” Drew stated plainly. Felix growled at him.
“Maybe I do. What’s so wrong with that, pipsqueak? Gonna call your mommy and tell her to make the big bad guy stop being mean?” Felix said mockingly. Drew was beginning to get irritated, but tried to stay calm.
“You won’t get anywhere by hurting people or insulting them. Stop being a jerk and maybe try nicer persuasion tactics, okay?”
“Think I’ll take advice from someone Edward is friends with? Never.”
Drew started walking away. “Take it or not, just think about it.”