@hazardousact sent: As Aesop is found on his knees inspecting one of his coffins, Mike's curiosity peeks in and he decides to cross his arms and rest them on top of Aesop's back as he looks down in curiosity at the other's work "What are you doin' Mr. Pretty face?"
“ eek━━!! ” sudden touch would oh so easily have tethering edge of anxiety and calm tip over just like embalmer’s oh so precise focus, a yelp bringing soothing and airy voices to new highs in their immediate manifesto of panic fueled more by endearment spoken in tones of provocation within ever - so - large grin of cheshiresque acrobat ━as if balance broken, as if all vital spaces violated in utmost defiance, a flail from brush - wielding grip wanting to reach for casket’s clasps and snap them closed so that work of his would rather be preserved instead of his own most cursed and unfortunate self. “ m - mister, mister morton, p - please move, i - i can’t - i can’t - i can’t work like this━━ ”