Continued here: @bells-of-black-sunday with Ghost
He wasn’t amused by that answer, but he’d be lying if he himself didn’t find it somewhat humorous. He chuckles along with the other before sitting down beside him. There was plenty of space between them, due the doll’s stature. He barely took up any room up on the damn log. Swinging his legs lightly, he looks up at the other.
“Actually? Yeah. I’ve done that once before but I like to be just a bit more creative when killin’. I have all sorts of different killin methods. Man, I wish I could show ya… but perhaps I’ll tell ya sometime if you’re truly interested.”
Blue, plastic doll eyes blinks for a moment. The audio click-click could be audibly be heard among them. Little legs continue to swing about giving him an innocent look. His overalls were actually clean for once further the “nice” look. Although, most knew this was far from the case and the he was actually a terrible person - or doll. His voice cracks out raspy-like while he quickly spins his head upwards to actually face his ally.
“Hey, you got a smoke by chance? It’s been fucking ages since I’ve smoked... if not I guess I’ll have to fucking travel to Autohaven sometime..”
Traveling? Wasn’t in his best interest. His body of choice made that hard. Especially long distances.
“Man, I fucking hate traveling these days… it sucks major ass..”















