#dreadfullydapper

[corstrewth]

dreadfully-dapper started following you

The sun was setting, but it was still nice out... Michael laid on the dirt while watching the skies change colors above him, perking up now and again as he heard foot steps. Paranoia made him wait and watch until people got close or left him alone, and when a silhouette seemed more intent of the former, he sat up. A small wave was given in greeting, hopeful he'd have more good interactions this day. 

[derrierevous-blog]

Lysandre! It has been a while, my friend! *Opens arms for a probably not-so-comfortable hug.*

Quirks a brow, followed by a few steps back. 

"Don’t touch me."

[daytime-foxy]

Yar, I be thinkin', wif all these fellas marchin' around in offical lookin' suits, I should be gettin' meself a /real/ suit job. Like... a trash man! Yarr, that's the life fer me.

[daytime-foxy]

I hear that foul-mouthed skeleton from here! That blubber needs his bilge-mouth cleaned with a nice big bar 'a soap.

[INITIALIZING alias=STRIKEONE. TWO STRIKES REMAINING.]

[brothaihurtpeople-blog]

He reaches out to carefully scoop up the bunny into his hands... before inserting it into his eye socket. At least he didn't smell like death. "There you go."

Wha- what're ya doi- hey-!Scout tried evading the other- a tad too late as he had already been picked up by the time he wanted to hop away, eventually deciding against the idea once he was too high up.

Lemme go, man, what the heck're ya doing-!?

And then he was set into the other's eye socket. Eye socket....ya gotta be kiddin' me.

[blumediziner]

Paperwork set aside and the announcement made by an automated announcer system, the Admin dusted off his suit. It had been some time since he'd seen any life around here. A breathless sigh later, Syn opens the doors to the manor to greet the newcomer with a dreadful never-ending grin. "Hello, mister Leberecht. Welcome to Mann Manor. I am the Admin, Syn." The skeleton extends a gloved hand to the man, a folder tucked under his arm.

It was an understatement to say that Tie was nervous. In fact he had already taken more than his usual amount of medication and almost blacked out numerous times since he had been told he was being assigned to mann manor. He had heard... things about the place and now that he had arrived it wasn't any better. 

As the talking skeleton revealed himself Tie went pale and froze his eyes wide. Oh god what had he gotten himself into?

"H-Hallo..." He swallowed thickly and took the hand that was offered to him despite his gut saying to get the hell out. "Danke.." For a skeleton this man seemed to be polite. That was good... right?

[supreme-soviet]

dreadfully-dapper started following you

Artur glanced down at the unfamiliar Spy with a little trepidation. Even he was wary around the little men, what with their penchant for stabbing him in the back when he wasn't looking. He wrapped his hand around the tiny pink blanket he carried in his hand and scowled at the man, as if daring him to ask what it was for.

[purple-assistant]

dreadfully-dapper may need assistance

It took the assistant a moment, but finally after ending a chapter the woman looked up from her book.

"Oh I'm sorry, do you need something?" Laura apologised, mentally scolding herself for not paying better attention while she was at it.