#helloooooo !!

[whistleblowcr-blog]

@wxlriider // continued

"That..." There's a short pause before he'll continue, the moment of hesitation more than enough for Waylon to remember every instance of him just barely making it prior to bumping into the other man. Once the realisation hits, he doesn't feel like he has the right to critisize anymore, and so he finishes with a barely audible sigh and painfully fake enthusiasm, "Sounds like some plan."

A quick look at the maintenance box, along with Miles' words still ringing in his ears, forces the tech's lips into a thin line. It'll be a miracle if that somehow doesn't get infected, he thinks to himself, and points at Miles' hands: "How did that happen, by the way?"

[tap-dancing-candyman]

💊 (From Max)

Sickness/nausea/illness/worried starters! Send me 💊 (you can send more than one!) and I will generate a number from 1-83 for my character’s reaction to yours

64 “Is it something you ate?”“I don’t know...” Candyman responded, looking over at the stranger. He wasn’t sure who this was, but he assumed maybe it was some fan or something.    “Thank you for your concern, but... I think I’ll be okay..! Sometimes I just get these.” And when he does, they feel familiar. Stomach pains come and go, so he was never too worried.    “I think I might have eaten something bad. I remember eating some biscuits earlier and maybe that’s done it.”     He really didn’t want to ask someone he hasn’t met for help, even if they were offering. He honestly got worried about his reputation sometimes and didn’t like to be ‘pitied’ for his mutation or anything related to it.