#cheekydeviil

[rnayhern]

@cheeky-deviil || continued from [x]!

  “You ough’ta throw some parties, pal. Y’know - real Gatsby-styled stuff. I bet you’d get all’a Toon Town knockin’ around here, if you did.”

[themisfitmouse]

@cheeky-deviil continued from here;;

⊱🎀⊰ —savie didn’t know what was going on, nor why she heard sounds of distress coming from around the corner until she saw what had happened.

how could she not try to help the other? wouldn’t that be a crime in of itself, leaving behind a toon who clearly looked injured?

the mouse slowly approached him with a worried expression, seeing that he was very hurt rather severely. even when he growled back a response, the mouse couldn’t seem to make herself divert her attention away from him. he needed help.

❝i-i’m not gonna hurt y-you...❞ she quickly murmured in a calm voice, almost as if trying to comfort him, ❝what happened to y-you mister? y-you need help— here, lemme get you up...❞

[rnayhern]

@cheeky-deviil || continued from [x]!

   “Hey there, han’some. You come around here, often?” She certainly wasn’t going to make any note of the red, slightly sticky substance that smelled suspiciously metallic. She seemed as happy as a clam, either way.

   “I’m doin’ arright! Been makin’ mischief. But it ain’t the same without an accomplice. How you been, Ben’?”

[rnayhern]

‘!!’ [cheeky-deviil]

@cheeky-deviil

   And what a cheeky devil he was! Clyde might have been a copy - a clone, some might say - but in Choux’s eyes, he was one-hundred and ten percent his own toon. One of a kind.

   He stood out, that darling demon. Snappy suspenders, a cuffed shirt and a crisp, white bowtie. She could appreciate a guy (or gal) that knew how to dress well. The ink leaking over the side of his face, though, had that…always been there? He smiled in his usual sweet or mischievous ways, but more recently he looked like he could use a smoke. A stiff drink. A night on the town. All of the above.

   Creators help her, Choux had grown fond of her cartoon companion. Through all their mischief, all their talking, she felt a certain camaraderie with him that was impossible to deny, and yet…wow. She’d really been keeping him at arm’s length this whole time, hadn’t she? Maybe one of these days, she’d open up to him a little more. Hopefully. If anyone deserved to know why she was the way that she was, it was him.

[rnayhern]

@cheeky-deviil || continued from [X]!

   “Well, that ain’t no way to address a lady.” But she’s grinning just the same - all smiles, both because she’s still got her moxie with the explosives, and because a certain familiar face hasn’t gotten the acetone treatment, yet. She reaches up to pluck him from the street lamp by the back of his collar, placing him back down on the sidewalk. And then she leans, an arm atop his head as though he were the perfect resting post.

   “How you been doin’, Ben? Anything’a global importance happen while I was outta commission?”

[rnayhern]

@tea-and-hexes / @cheeky-deviil ❤’d for a starter!

   “What-- why you starin’ at me like that? S’creepy. Do I got somethin’ on my face?”

[darlindevil]

♆ ≺  ★ @cheeky-deviil || cont. from [ X ] ★ ≻  ♆

          ' I ------ '

☾ ⋮ ⋇  ♆  ⋇ ⋮ ☽   Wait ------ that wasn't right ! He was ------ he was perfectly okay ! There was no pretending; not even a little bit ! He was just the same, perfectly happy devil darling he was MEANT to be !

                        ( B U T  H E ' S  R I G H T , Y O U  K N O W ? )

          He still frowns; shaking his head. That wasn't an answer that he could accept at all. It wasn't even the KILLING aspect that upset him. It was just ------

          ' Don't worry about me. There's absolutely           nothing for you to worry about ! '

          ' But -----I'm just------ I'm worried about you.           What if one day, you CAN'T pretend that           everything's peachy keen anymore ? What           would happen then ? '