Honk honk, motherfucker
@beastybites
That motherfucker is still there. But maybe you shouldn’t up and be surprised, considering that everyone around the carnival likes him. Your ancestor’s pretty fond of that jackass, and so is Lianea even if that bitch ain’t ever going to admit it. You’ve perceived some pretty pink vibe from her the last time he came, even if you didn’t approach them much. You like to stay in your corner, but now it ain’t going to fly because Ombres’s going to some shitass convention in the south for all the Big Important Clownbro near the Grand. You wish he’d taken you with him but again, Lianea is his choice, because she’s the damn bitch he chose to replace him someday.
Curse you for not being born a few hundreds of sweeps earlier, but also curse her. She can’t even wear the paint, even the Holy Ones are looking down on her, so why doesn’t Ombres realize that? A clown without paint ain’t a real clown.
Anyway, you gotta go and be a good host. Approaching Lysander, you greet your teeth and swallow your pride. He’s family. You shouldn’t hate on him just because your greedy pusher wants your ancestor’s attention.
“Hey big brother, you got all you need?
Just making sure I’m up to speed
Cause I don’t know how long’s a motherfucker gonna stay
And i would love if you enjoyed yourself anyway
If you need anything give me a sign
Cause I run the shit while he’s away
And while that circus ain’t mine
It’s like the oxygen going down my airway
I’d hate if you were displeased
Cause by the looks of it you’re one important brother
and i want a motherfucker appeased
For when comes back my ancestor”
