Dec 27, 2025
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Alphabet meme: J I M B O N E S :3
“Jealous? Not really my thing,” he rolled his shoulders in a sort of shrugging motion. “I do not like sharing, but it is because I just do not like people.” “I...” His hand went up to scratch at the hinge of the iron jaw that made up the lower portion of his face, “I do not say things like that easily.” He worked at the hinge with one of his boney fingers, pulling out a small chunk of decayed skin.
“Moon-what?” His dull white eyes squinted as he furrowed his brow in confusion. “Oh, a date? I do not really do ‘dates’ but..” He twisted his neck around to survey the immediate area, checking to see who all was around. “We could hunt some scarlet crusaders... Catch a quick bite.” “Bouquet,” he said, pronouncing the T at the end of the word. “Yes, I do like flowers,” a hand ran across the bald surface of his hand as he gave it some thought. “Peony. A whole load of them and bring me peanut sauce as well.”
“Ode? You mean words? I am okay at words. Pretty good when I need to be,” he said as he clacked his exposed toe bones on the cobblestone beneath them. “I just do not like talking to people.”
“Naughty?” He gave a grunt of mild amusement, “I think you know as well as I that there is nothing down there.” He jerked a chin towards the vague direction of the undercity. “Fleshcrafters are not there just to fix our plumbing. We do not need it anymore. If I still had an interest in that kind of thing..?” His shoulders rolled once again in a bone grinding shrug, “I have an iron jaw and sharp claws. We can figure it out.” “Embrace?” His upper lip twitched slightly at some memory that played through his head, “not usually. Anyone that gets that close to me is usually there because I am shooting them and they, and their weapons, are trying to get me to stop. I save my embraces for just one person.”
“Sweetheart..” His raspy voice, so typical of undead, trailed off for a moment. He dipped his chin as he tried hard to remember anything from his past. The brim of the wide western hat he usually wore covered the expression of pain that flashed in his eyes. “I have no memory of my childhood. No memories at all past the time I woke up in a grave with dirt in my mouth.” ( @illidariguarddog )
