“Yeah, I’d rather be spared from looking like I’m wearing a ridiculous life jacket at all times...”
It has been years. And Puppet should’ve remembered Artie. But alas, he didn’t. Aside from looking at the other like he was some altered mirror of himself, he was looking at the other and talking to him as though he were only just a little bit better than a stranger.
“Didn’t see the point? In talking about yourself? It’s still pretty fuckin’ rude, if you ask me.”
“Let me guess -- Arthur Kingsmen? You got over the orange, too? Don’t see much of it on yourself.”
Doubtful? Oh come on there has to be at least one soul out there you would want to be friends with.
Puppet grumbled and took another drink.
That headache was starting to feel worse.
“I’m sure there is one soul or two out there. The thing, is,” Puppet gritted out. “I barely know anyone. I don’t really feel like buddying up with my hook-ups, and I’ve only just started talking to new people again.”
He frowned, then rubbed his temple and sighed. “I’m not avoiding this question just because I feel like it. It’s because I legitimately feel like I don’t know enough people. Maybe that, dunno, snarky mirror or mine. He seems alright. Are you happy now?”
"... You'd think I'd be surprised at this point but I'm not. How many times have you face planted so far?"
The naga-fied puppet blinked, rolled over onto his back, then beamed up at Arthur with a laugh.
“Only a few times, surprisingly! But getting up each time is kinda hard!” With a giggle, he stretched out his arms for his boyfriend, making little grabby-hands at him. “Help me up?”
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“The thrum of a purring engine.”
Did he think that because of both their occupations and interests in mechanics? Maybe. Partially.
Puppet liked working his vehicles, too, besides---the idle noise of an engine was always comforting for him. It was familiar, warm, calming, but at the same time, ready to take off, like any working engine would be.
“Just, a lot of soft, calm mechanical noises. Things you would hear in the workshop.”
bold any fears that apply to your muse. italicize what makes them uncomfortable.
Puppet Arthur.
the dark. fire. open water. deep water. being alone. crowded spaces. confined spaces. change. failure. war. loss of control. powerlessness. prison. blood. drowning. suffocation. public speaking. natural animals. the supernatural. heights. death. dying. intimacy. rejection. abandonment. loss. the unknown. the future. not being good enough. scary stories. speaking to new people. poverty. loud noises. being touched.
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Master.
the dark. fire. open water. deep water. being alone. crowded spaces. confined spaces. change. failure. war. loss of control. powerlessness. prison. blood. drowning. suffocation. public speaking. natural animals. the supernatural. heights. death. dying. intimacy. rejection. abandonment. loss. the unknown. the future. not being good enough. scary stories. speaking to new people. poverty. loud noises. being touched.
Ethan.
the dark. fire. open water. deep water. being alone. crowded spaces. confined spaces. change. failure. war. loss of control. powerlessness. prison. blood. drowning. suffocation. public speaking. natural animals. the supernatural. heights. death. dying. intimacy. rejection. abandonment. loss. the unknown. the future. not being good enough. scary stories. speaking to new people. poverty. loud noises. being touched.
