"Hey Ror, I've.. neglected my paints a bit too long, I need to make an emergency run. You want to come with?" The flat tone of his voice would have been enough of an indicator that he'd gone without for too long, though for once it hadn't been an accident, figuring it'd be easier to hide his anticipation if his emotions weren't amplified, the shifting shapes and colors of his eyes not so easily read, what little feeling his tiny sliver of a soul could give off, completely masked with gray.
Maybe he’d been dozing a little off and on while attempting to read some sort of novel. Or maybe he’d just gotten bored completely and spaced off. it was hard to tell sometimes.
He’d barely flipped the page of his book before he heard the others quiet flat tone. Multi-colored eyelights moving away from the paper and up at his bone-friend.
Observing the gray circles sitting in his once colorful sockets. It always was.....a bit of a saddening sight to see. all that optimism and light a small flickering flame in comparison to how it was usually.
“̲M̲m̲n̲.̲.̲.̲.̲.̲T̲r̲u̲e̲ ̲i̲t̲ ̲h̲a̲s̲ ̲b̲e̲e̲n̲ ̲a̲w̲h̲i̲l̲e̲ ̲s̲i̲n̲c̲e̲ ̲y̲o̲u̲’̲v̲e̲ ̲g̲o̲n̲e̲ ̲a̲n̲d̲ ̲f̲i̲l̲l̲e̲d̲ ̲t̲h̲o̲s̲e̲ ̲h̲u̲h̲?̲”̲ pushing himself up and tossing the book aside, he shoved his hands into his pockets, stepping to join the others side.
“̲A̲l̲r̲i̲g̲h̲t̲,̲ ̲I̲’̲m̲ ̲g̲a̲m̲e̲ ̲f̲o̲r̲ ̲a̲ ̲t̲r̲i̲p̲.̲ ̲T̲h̲o̲u̲g̲h̲ ̲m̲a̲y̲b̲e̲ ̲n̲o̲t̲ ̲t̲h̲e̲ ̲b̲o̲u̲n̲c̲y̲ ̲c̲l̲o̲u̲d̲s̲ ̲r̲i̲g̲h̲t̲ ̲o̲u̲t̲ ̲t̲h̲e̲ ̲g̲a̲t̲e̲ ̲h̲u̲h̲?̲”̲ he teased though if he was honest he wasn’t sure his pelvis would enjoy being bonked around so early, giving a playful grin as he adjusted his frames on his aperture.
“̲R̲e̲a̲d̲y̲ ̲w̲h̲e̲n̲ ̲y̲o̲u̲ ̲a̲r̲e̲ ̲P̲e̲r̲c̲’̲.̲”̲
