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[inkmchine]

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Darling is looking respectfully.

he can feel him staring at him.

[theiinkwiitch]

“So then I tell my boss, ‘Listen Rico, I’m happy ta sing for ya at your slap shop over here, but I ain’t no incubus, alright.’ This ass expects me to schmooze on this ritzy dame who’s daddy owns a brewery in order to get investors! Like do I look like a call-girl!? Honestly If the pay wasn’t good, I would’ve quit by now. But I need the cash, and the kids need to go to college.”

Clyde snorts, taking another lip sip of his drink. Naturally the brothers were at a different bar and not the one that he works at. It’s nice to just get out of the house and vent a little to someone he trusts.

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[inkgluttony]

@inkdxrling I Awkward Meetings

Once he had heard the other’s voice, this other Bendy slowly got up. He seemed to look exactly the same as the other except he had a tail. A diamond tail. 

“Talk about a rough landin’! Yeesh...” Dusting himself up, Bendy smiled and held his hand to shake.

“Hey there! I’m a Bendy from another world! You can call me Bubba!”

[theiinkwiitch]

“Bendy, Don’t worry about it. It was just some idiots at work giving me a hard time.”

Clyde sighs, trying to conceal his now black eye. The one time that he says “No.” to someone while he’s at work. He gets being desperate but, tonight was a whole nother level of stupid.

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[inkmchine]

a door creaks open && he quietly steps out into the dim hall. taking a deep breath, he slings a bag over his shoulder before beginning down the hallway. ❝ More pens, paper... ❞ the list is repeated under the demon's breath while he walks. supplies were starting to run low in his hideaway so it was time for a resupply run ( though it was more like hoarding in this particular case... ).

the studio is eerily silent for once. pipes within the walls were still && the ink machine was only a dull thump in his ears tonight. but he paid little attention to that, focusing more on where he was putting his feet. taking care to avoid stepping in any of the countless ink puddles that littered the floor, ❝ Damn leaky pipes. ❞ nevermind the fact that it's their fault the pipes kept bursting around here.

creak.

the toon freezes mid-step. was that... a footstep they just heard? their gaze immediately scans their surroundings; looking for any sign that someone was close by. ❝ Hello? ❞ there wasn't an ounce of fear in their voice. if anything they sounded annoyed about the chance of encountering someone.

ah pluto they hope it isn't one of those mangled butcher gang monsters.

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