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"I don’t think there is gonna be a later."
" what does that mean? " his voice catches and it's quieter than usual; then he snaps sharply, both in tone and in front of her gaunt face. never one to shy from confrontation with moira, he leans in to try and intimidate the truth out of her – not that it'd work with her, but if she were saying what HE THOUGHT she were saying ... he holds his breath then raises his voice. " – hey, ghost rider. WHAT. DO. YOU. MEAN? "
❛ do you mind if i smoke? ❜ @ mercy
𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬 || accepting.
Of course, it was just Angela's luck that her momentary respite from her work would see her sharing the outside space with O'Deorain. A soft sigh is exhaled, gaze cast towards the other from the corner of her eye.
❝ Would you listen if I told you not to? ❞
A rhetorical question. She might listen - but she doubted it would stop her. Jesse was much the same when she lectured him about smoking.
headpatting. with the hand that is Not decaying
Oh, well this one is. . . strange looking though the wolf leaned into the hand. This goddess did not turn down petting of any kind - lips curl at their corners into an smile; tail twitching and swaying.
"OOo. . that feels nice." She hummed.
@aglobhadh: You've quite the knack for finding the bright side of things, haven't you?
He gets the feeling it's not a compliment, but Winston has been called far worse things than optimistic before. A sideways glance is cast over, waiting for the other shoe to drop, but the observation was seemingly only that: an observation.
"Because there's always a bright side to be found! I get some of my most valuable data from failed experiments - see? There's one thing to be positive about right there."
@aglobhadh LIKED FOR A STARTER
“ i'm going to PUNCH you in your stupid face, you weeping willow. ”
a head tilt, as fika's tail moves fully from oneside to the other. her ears press flat, then perk up- as she brings her jetback closer, before stretching her neck to bring her closer nose to cautiously sniff moira's hands. her ears slightly pull back in worry and concern. [are you feeling okay? you don't smell okay. do you need my help?] fika meows- bumping her head against the other's fingers- hoping her concern translates. [i don't know how i can help you, but i can try to do my best.]
@aglobhadh 🐾'd
an owl delivered @aglobhadh;
i told the truth. just not all of it. @ reyes ofc stirring the pot.
Blunt nails had met the firm metallic top within his grasp; his lean upon the desk had been a measure of his own composure, trying to regain balance after the deliverance of such information. Information pertaining to himself, the condition he’d been looking to cure rather than worsen– only to hear that the opposite had in fact taken place. A symptom to the cause that he’d certainly seen, knew down to the grit of his bones, whether of his own composition or not.
The certainty in his situation had been, perhaps, the fact that astounded him– had him more stunned, angered beyond anything else within the equation.
He wanted out.
Chestnut orbs fell, slowly, toward the ground; the linoleum a mocking reflection of his silhouette from where the light had fallen against him, the shadows that encompassed his shoulders, arms, legs with a passion that indicated a claim. A wrap to his soul that twisted with little hopes of release.
The reverberation of his timbre as he composed his response was low, almost too quiet within the pits of his chest as he hadn’t even bothered to lift his gaze toward the doctor, “When this all goes down, and I mean every single piece of this,” a pause– contemplative before his eyes finally reached their counterpart, lifting under the narrowed crease of thick brows, “I will be there to watch you burn. If it’s not me that’s able to do it, I will watch it.”