@one-eyed-twin | Continued from X
{ “You complaining about that again? Geez.” }
{ “You need to grow up, and also grow a new eye, HA!” }
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@one-eyed-twin | Continued from X
{ “You complaining about that again? Geez.” }
{ “You need to grow up, and also grow a new eye, HA!” }
━ ˟ ⊰ ✟ @one-eyed-twin ⋮ ✟.
❛ ...Yeah. That sure would be nice if JOEY was right. That it didn't have to be just a little bit and dreams did come true. Idiot. ❜
[ ✟ ] He CAN'T stay for long, for the angel was enraged as she sought blood and ink from the demon himself. Literal warfare beneath the guise of an abandoned studio. Apathy was given towards most creatures of INK. Intention didn't matter when certain lives were at stake; the angel would have seen them as PERFECT enough to kill. And Boris reacted in nothing but fear towards the INK DEMON.
NOTHING. He was no more than a monster now. At the time and even to that moment, he would have been lying if he said he did not enjoy the POWER of this form. Was power worth forsaking the stage for good? There was no use in dwelling on those questions now.
❛ Ya think there's a CHANCE that we can be stars again? I'm ain't sure if I can go back... to what I used to be. I think my time in the spotlight is OVER but you deserved more than ya got. ❜
⛧▐ OREO IN: Deal with the devil ! With @one-eyed-twin !▐ ⛧
' golly gee, clyde ! how'd ya get so good at this gambling gig ? all i know how to play is fifty-two pickup ! '
now, clyde probably knows what that is but ------ well, if he didn't ? it'd be a little embarrassing to explain. just a little.
( all oreo did was take a pack of cards & THROW THEM. )
[one-eyed-twin] "Choux? I haven't heard from you in a while... Is everything okay...?"
@one-eyed-twin
“…Yeh. Why wouldn’ I be?” There were plenty of reasons, honestly - but she figured if she could feign the innocence, she could dodge any questions. Thank Creators he couldn’t see her apartment. No, she needed to get out of there for…a little while. Or until she came back home with enough ink and blood to keep the gang quiet.
“Just been, uh. Gettin’ ready fa’ winter. Y’know. Goin’ out when it snows? Euch. Like I want my ink ta run - heh. One’a these days I ought’a save up fa the GOOD stuff that sticks.”
@one-eyed-twin || continued from [x] !
“If I’m bein’ honest, this fuckin’ heat wave’s got me meltin’ in my SHOES. My fan at home’s broke, too. You been arright, though?”
[one-eyed-twin] “That’s a charming new development.”
The demon doesn’t take a peak at whose speaking. He has his blanket that’s not going to be soaked/stained from the ink. Was that sarcasm or something else? He’s not sure honestly but he’s not getting out of this blanket, to good of a blanket to pass up.
“ It’s a good blanket. Hardly get anything stain free from ink “
Echoes the demon from the ink pool/melting form underneath of the strange fabric.
[one-eyed-twin] ❛ what brings you here, curious little one? ❜
“ Little one? “
The melting mess tilts his head at the side hearing that last bit. Is the other mocking him, joking, or do they have horrible eye sight for the horned demon’s not really on the small side. Blame it on being in a Studio where the funniest thing that happened is seeing a couple of Searchers fall through a hole and literally go ‘splat’ like they were thrown back into a cartoon.
“ Should be asking you that “
Can’t count him not curious though, it was always strange finding someone that looks like you without being all melty and unstable. Though with that information Encre’s may not be all that friendly knowing that there’s another whose still stable…
[one-eyed-twin] 💤
@one-eyed-twin
She hadn’t wanted to be alone, mind you, but like hell she’d show that much weakness. Even if it was in the presence of one of her closest friends. It shouldn’t have been so hard to admit weakness when she could nuzzle close to him, hogging space in the safe room’s bed as she played the big spoon. It shouldn’t have been difficult to admit that she was lonely, and scared, and she didn’t know what she was doing but yes, he was someone who helped to make that feel like less of a crushing weight.
He didn’t have to do much. Just having someone warm and near was enough for her to feel calmer. He smelled like ink, he smelled like the old studio. It was therapeutic, as was knowing that she could just lay with someone like this, not having to talk, while the rain poured outside. At least she could use that as an excuse to hang around and annoy him for a little while longer.