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Obnoxiously slurps the chocolate milk loudly and maintained eye contact through the entire time.
Karl crossed his arms. "Guess that's something mother dearest never gets you, huh?"
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@dimitrescusyoungest:
Obnoxiously slurps the chocolate milk loudly and maintained eye contact through the entire time.
Karl crossed his arms. "Guess that's something mother dearest never gets you, huh?"
"I bet you'd look good all lied out like a meat entry." She purred. @dimitrescusyoungest
"I...th-thank you?" Wyatt wasn't sure he liked the sound of that, it just seemed so... predatory. The man was used to all sorts of catcalling and generally off-putting stuff with his customers, when he'd still been selling himself to get by. But this...this made him feel like he was in danger. The woman before him wasn't human, that much he could tell from smell alone. And even if she was, that didn't make her any less dangerous.
"You um, you look very nice too," He tried to sound as polite as possible as he looked up at the woman, but really he just wanted to leave," Speaking of...meaty entrées, I should probably go eat soon, it's kinda late and I haven't really had a chance." Really he'd avoided every chance he'd gotten, but she didn't need to know that
She just didn't know they were there and had yelled to let them know. Had she know she would have just launched the bag at Angie. She still had the option to threw the one slung on her side at her. "Well Sorry Angie. Do you not want nice fabrics?" She pulled out a fancy looking top she had taken from a hiker 'lost' in the woods. Anything Donna didn't want she was sure they could 'lose' near some children.
"Well yes, of course..." Donna murmured before Angie took over" Donna just didn't expect you! Hehehee." Both Donna and the doll moved to inspect the top, it was lovely.
"You give the nicest gifts...."
"...Must've killed someone for this one! Hehehee!"
No one could see it, but Donna was softly smiling from behind her face covering. She did so love Daniela's visits. Maybe she'd appreciate a doll of her own.
@dimitrescusyoungest said:
" there is no happy ending here. you know that, surely? "
Karl looked back at her and scoffed, leaning against the railing of his factory. "I've never been the doe-eyed hopeful believer in fairytales, kid. I know happily ever after doesn't exist. And if it did, it wouldn't deign to visit the likes of us. But that doesn't mean I'll stand for bullshit when it's handed to me."
He dropped his cigar and crushed it with his boot. It was a damn good thing he couldn't get lung cancer from this shit; he needed it to calm his temper and play nice.
"I'm not like your super-sized... mother. I'm not content with where I'm at. So I'm going to change it. Whether it gives me happiness or not."
"SOECIAL DELIVERY." Daniela slammed the bag full of second hand clothes so hard onto the table it shook.
Donna let out a surprised screech, having not expecting a visit from Daniela. It wasn't that she disliked them, no she cared for the other woman dearly. But sometimes she was...a bit much. And that Angie had something to say about.
"Do you shriek at your mother too?!" The doll floated towards Daniela as Donna retrieved the clothing with a quiet thank you," Or maybe you just like to scare poor little Donna?" Angie quickly succumbed to her own laughter.
Attempts to stick a magnet to him.
The magnet falls off him where she tried to put it and Karl raised a brow at her. But then it does stick to his crotch as it falls down. Karl looks down at it then back at her.
“Not a damn word. It stuck to my belt. That’s it.” He throws the magnet.
"No. Not really. You just do not shut up." (:
“What can I say? It’s a gift. Or a curse. Still a better “gift” than the one that bitch Miranda gave me.” He takes a drag from his cigar.
“Well. If it isn’t one of my pseudo nieces. How are you, Dani? Find any good corpses lately?”