#scirephyisca

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@scirephysica  / s.c.

{ 👑 } HE MAY INSIST TILL HE'S BLUE in the face that he doesn't care about others, much less the annoying pile of bones who calls himself 'Gaster', but he still finds himself taking notice of changes. There's more flowers out and about, blue ones, just like how the monster likes them. But these look … DIFFERENT from the mimicking, echoing ones - enough for him to stare right into the abyss. Is it his imagination, or does the abyss stare back? Nose crinkles up as he turns around to meet Gaster's gaze.

❝WHAT? YA GOT NEW FLOWERS … IT'S been years since ya did.❞ His nose wrinkles. When have I been so free in my tongue wagging? He doesn't think that he'd normally admit that … Must be the holiday season. Making me SOFT. Gangrel snorts. ❝Or, well, I think so, anyway.❞

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@scirephysica - ❝ Piss off, ghost! ❞      ↪ meme || not accepting

{ 👑 } UNCERTAIN HE CAN BE ABOUT WHETHER the world of spirits is a reality or a fabrication. He's fought Risen, met the children of his companions — far older than they had ANY rights to be — and yet, doubt flickers in the way he keeps glancing towards the skeleton. This isn't something in the realms of his knowledge, something of course which causes a rise from within his heart. It claws, pounds at his ribs, and his footsteps SLAM into the floor in impatience.

❝GHOST?? WHERE?❞

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@scirephysica - “Don’t mess with a bunny!”      ↪ meme || not accepting

{ 👑 } ❝A BUNNY? HA, LET ME TELL you about Taguel, boneman —- they're strong. Only two left and those bunnies could kick my ass any day of the week.❞

A SHIFTING UPON HIS FEET FROM one side to another as he awaits further words from the skeleton. An explanation would be nice to be certain of, despite his forthcoming words in agreement. He's curious as he purviews the monster, for even he would not consider a bunny a TYPICAL adversary for him.

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@scirephysica - ✬      ↪ meme || not accepting

— ✬ MAKING THEM THEIR FAVORITE HOT BEVERAGE.

{ 👑 } EYES ARE NOT MUCH DIFFERENT FROM those of a hawk's, a sharp and narrowed gaze, as if awaiting a slip of poison in his cup. He winces at every chink of silverware, fidgets at every motion. He cannot hold at bay the way his eyes sweep and survey. Nothing comes WITHOUT a price.

❝WHAT'S THIS?❞ HE DEMANDS AT THE sight of a cup of incredibly sweet and sugary coffee. His lips meet the rim hesitantly as if expecting displeasure.

❝EH?? THIS IS —- MY FAVOURITE. IF you want a favor from me, you'll be sorely disappointed. Humph.❞

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@scirephysica - ❝ Being a responsible adult suck butts. ❞      ↪ meme || not accepting

{ 👑 } ❝THAT'S WHY I'M NOT RESPONSIBLE!❞

A CHEEKY GRIN SLIPS THROUGH SLIM lips, head resting upon a crossed pair of arms. He's waiting for the ball to drop,the moment to arrive —- chaos is something he thrives in, of course, and he'd be DAMNED if he wasn't itching for something to stir up the doldrums of his pathetic life. He huffs a dramatic breath through narrowed nostrils.

❝WHAT'S THIS? RESPONSIBILITY DOESN'T COME EASY to you? What a shocker with the way you mother hen me every time I get so much as a single paper cut!❞

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@scirephysica - ‘ Can you maybe chill? ’      ↪meme || not accepting

{ 👑 } A BRISTLED EXPRESSION BECOMES HIM WITH relative ease, lips pulling into SARDONIC grin as if he finds such a complaint absolutely hilarious. His fingers curl into an amused claw over his chest, heat twinkling within the way he bores into the image of the skeleton.

❝OH, HOW QUAINT, YOU WISH TO put down a king! Cute, so wonderfully cute of you!❞

SHOULDERS SHUFFLE TO FALL DRAMATICALLY AGAINST the skeleton, almost pricking him with sharp elbows. Annoying? UNDOUBTEDLY. Necessary? Of course not.

❝SAY PLEASE, WOULD YOU?❞

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@scirephysica - ❝ Look, you tell a couple jokes as a dad and suddenly everyone’s like ‘you’re making dad jokes.’ ❞      ↪ meme || not accepting

{ 👑 } ❝YOU? A DAD?❞ HE LAUGHS IN a wheezing voice.

GANGREL ISN'T OFTEN SO INSENSITIVE —- NO, he is, but he promises he's been watching his tongue since joining the Shepherds. Promises are loose and free, however, PARTICULARLY those that slip upon the tongue of the rascally Plegian. He doesn't hesitate to keep his mocking smile a permanent fixture of his lips. Eyes twinkle too, huffing wheezes dying down into nothing — now that's a JOKE!

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@scirephysica oo1.

{ 👑 } HE'S NUMB.

FINGERS FLEX, AS IF IN TESTING whether they could even move or not, breathing a HEAVY inhale and exhale of fragile puffs of air. Russet eyes flicker skyward, to which they shut immediately in response to the vertigo induced skyscrapers trapping him in this city like a rather spacious cage. A groan exhales between lips; at his own hubris, he feels the blood and guts threatening to spill out between his fingers, pain like a knife fitting NEATLY between the ribs.

TO DIE IN A GUTTER, IS there a more fitting end?

A FOOT WEAKLY TWITCHES AGAINST THE corpse of his would be murderer. At least the asshole found his demise too. He'd cackle in triumph if he were capable of anything more than a STEADY wheeze.