#sidney replies

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Continued from [x] @askcupheadthings

The leader, a bull, snorted defiantly in Sidney’s face, not too fazed by the small flame that had appeared in the boy’s hand.

“You’ll hafta pry it from me cold, dead hands, ya brat!” he growled, starting to stand up, causing Sidney to back up a pace.

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Snickering quietly to himself, Sidney made his way towards the casino as stealthily as he could; while it wasn’t often that he had snuck into the Devil’s Casino, he had pulled it off successfully before.

Getting away with stealing something from there, however...that was a different story. But the thought of pulling off something so risky excited him, especially since he’d be getting paid for his troubles; 200 coins was nothing to scoff at!

Besides, how hard could it be to nick a few poker chips?

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💪(from Serena)

Sidney, not being aware that it was Serena, started to panic once he was suddenly grabbed and lifted up.

“AHH! P-Pu’ me down!!”

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€ ((may we?))

//yes :3

These was always the risk of getting hurt out on these mean streets, and it wasn’t uncommon for Sidney to have various bruises and scuffs on him. He toughed them out the best he could…but this time, he somehow broke his ankle. And holy shit did that hurt.

With a strangled gasp, Sidney’s hands flew up over his mouth, eyes tearing up as he tried to not scream or cry.

-don’t show weakness don’t show weakness-

Swallowing thickly, he tried to stand up and get to somewhere secluded to try and deal with this…the pain that show through his leg caused him to let out a howl of pain, and he started to sob.

Today was not a good day.

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~~ Continued from here [x] w/ @ask-the-mis-matched-fam ~~

Oops, Sidney had bumped into her; damn, and he was hoping to get away unnoticed, too. The boy took a step back away from her as, after taking note of the bloody scarf around his side, she had stopped towards him. No, he did hot want this; he just wanted to get somewhere quiet and safe...!

“N-Nuffink,” he mumbled, eyes rather wide as his legs tensed; he was ready to bolt at a moment’s notice. The idea that he couldn’t trust anyone had practically been hammered into his head, and Punchbowl wasn’t an exception.

Too bad he probably wouldn’t be able to get far if he ran...

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⚠ (sillycxrnxtion)

Sidney made a noise not unlike a startled cat, and then started to squirm.

“OHHH NONONO-”

Seems someone does not enjoy being held.

//sorry Cagney ;w;

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Want a hug?

“Uhh…I ‘ave NO idea who yer are, so nah.”

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[throws a rock at Sidney]

The rock ended up hitting Sidney in the head, although it was cushioned a bit by his hat…it hurt, but now he was pissed.

“YA DIRTY CUNT!!” he snarled, charging at the anon with every intent to destroy them.