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>You arrive at the specified coordinates, about fifteen minutes later than you had any reason to. >You are far over dressed for the occasion, as is your want, and carry with you a small paper bag that reads HAPPY BIRTHDAY in garishly bright and glittery font across the front and back.
Knock knock. Delivery.
@onetinyjackass
onetinyjackass liked your post:i want you in my mouth can i lick your shoes
The question reeks of you.
@onetinyjackass
Things had just taken an odd turn. First he's staring down at the sidewalk from the roof of an abandoned building, next he's making his way down to the Felt Manor for a visit with Itchy. At least, he's pretty sure that's the guy's name. Things were changing a lot lately. He didn't usually like change, but maybe, just maybe things would turn out okay.
Deuce manages to open the front door himself, and he's immediately assaulted with the many shades of green of the Manor. There had to be at least two or five. Yeah, that sounds about right. He always wondered why the Manor was so green, but he'd never really gotten a straight answer from anyone.
He looks left, right, even up and down. He hadn't a clue as to where he'd go to find the speedy bugger. So he does what he does best. Deuce walks over to a chair, and has a seat right then and there. And now, he waits.
Matchsticks had been sitting back in his recliner, starting to doze off when his heart had suddenly begun pounding. His eyes snap open, and he looks out the window. Is that smoke? "... That's smoke." He says aloud to himself. He jumps up from his seat, fire extinguisher in hand, and he teleports to the fire that had been started.
Upon arrival, Matchsticks begins putting the roaring flame out immediately. He was so caught in the moment, he hadn't noticed that the source of the fire was a robot replica of his moons charm.
die you are the most adorable little basement mold baby i have ever seen
Th-thank you?
That was definitely an interesting start to his day, albeit it was about five in the afternoon. Letting out a little sigh and pulling on his suit jacket, Matchsticks heads out his room door and lumbers down the hallway.
Of course, he had checked Itchy's room first, and got somewhat confused when he wasn't there. It took him a couple more tries before he reached the correct door, and gently opened it a crack.
"Hey." Matchsticks says in a warm, gentle voice as he enters the room and quietly closes the door behind, "You doing alright? I didn't hear much about what happened, but..." He pulls up a chair, and glances around the room a moment before setting his eyes on Itchy. "From your description, it sounded rather grizzly."
Debt and Birth
@onetinyjackass, @its-shark-time, @atailoralwaysknows
He’s here for his paycheck.
Smoke filters through the room, off his and Stitch’s twin cigarettes. Another mansion. A fuller one, by all standards, but shabbier, in Droog’s eyes. Mostly because of Itchy’s pure existence. Anything inhabited by such a creature made it look less dignified, just on principle. The presence of Trace certainly didn’t help either.
Droog gazes upon the leprechaun, the seemingly leprechaun-humanoid hybrid, some sort of robot, and the lump indicating the jellied hellspawn that was currently inside of Itchy. “Hello, fuckers.” He clicks the safety on the semi-automatic off. “Your god is here.”
hey yo die im throwin a baby shower and you should totally fuckin come
…What’s a baby shower?
