#ghostlybatter

[deprivedpurification]

Since I drew Absolon in a space-themed outfit, i tried to do the same for Calum though somehow jam happened instead

yolo ghostybatter

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-copies and pastes all of the conversation between Absolon and himself to Calum-

[Text]: Yr brother si a dikc btw [Text]: Wtvr he said wz a lie

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Closed RP || Ghosty Batter

Frery walked in quietly, all the while fidgeting with his shirt in his hands. He wasn't quite sure he had the nerve to do this. . . " I uh. ..  " no, don't stutter. Just say it.

" I um.. .uh. . .Ca-Calum . .. ? Can I uh... . have a m-moment of your t-t-time? " Frery didn't need to look to know he was trebling.

He stared down at the ground, tightening the grip on his shirt as he waited for a response.

ghostybatter

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"Buttttttttttttttt why would we hate youuuuuu I just want to meet himmmmmmmmm" - sadder noises -

" Calum . .  My memories came back. Not all of them but … The important ones "

" I had a life before the game. I was . . I thought I was dead. And Austin he’s- .. . from . . back then…"

" . . Austin was my first love, and I finally found him again "

" If you two met, I don’t think it would end well. He would think I forgot about him, or abandoned him. .. or hated him for what happened. "

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“You have really lovely eyes.. "

" Hhh h hh hh “

His face lit up red and Frery couldn’t help but gulp, then quickly glancing to the side from embarrassment.

" Y-you really t-t-think so. ..? H H hh h ” It was clear he still had trouble with eye contact, even more so now that he’s dead. All that was left of his once four eyes were holes in his head that he could somehow see through. It was a shameful trait to say the least, not one he had any pride in at all so to hear a compliment.. . helped. It helped a lot.

" M-m-maybe we should. .Hh hh h find a way o-out ? ” His hands begun to move. Frery pressed them against the walls of the closet, finding nothing but a locked hatch against the door.

[ilhuicac-blog]

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|_Closed RP with Ghosty Batter_|

Frery stepped in quietly. He would of been silent if his cleats didn't tap against the cold, hard ground. Every nerve in his body wanted him to turn around and walk away, as if he were never there. But it was too late now, he had the other's attention.

"Calum." His eyes were closed and his fists were clenched.

"May I have a moment of your time?"

He hated himself for this already.

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♗

♗:Your muse falling asleep with their head in my muse’s lap.

- - And then that asshole thought it would be funny to run away from me, I mean what the fuck?!” He carried on ranting on while making rapid hand gestures.

"Anyways. .. .that’s how learned not to- - Um, Boo are you listening?" He seemed uneasy (and slightly awkward) when the other stopped replying completely.

At first it was intent listening, then mumbles. .. then nods…. now silence . .

He looked down on his lap and pulled the other’s hat back slightly to find the ghost’s eyes closed.

"uh- -.. ..Hmm~" he hummed slightly as he felt a smile spread across his face at the sight of his alternate asleep on his lap.

Frery gently removed Calum’s hat and placed it down beside him, now softly stroking the other’s hair.

"Sleep well my little pumpkin~"