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'yeah, yeah . . . they don't call you big red for nothing!!'
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Height meme + 7'0
'yeah, yeah . . . they don't call you big red for nothing!!'
height comparisons!
'i'm sorry, alright? i didn't want to be a dick or an inconvenience about it,' part of him also felt shame for still looking for, what probably was, a dead man. but finley couldn't give up on his father. his gut told him marcus was still out there, somewhere, and he was hellbent on trying to find him. which is why he finally asked hellboy, and the bprd, for their help. hand rubbed awkwardly at the nape of his neck. 'you're kinda my last chance. i mean, i've been looking fro 20 years . . . i need a better skillset, here,' @stonehanded.
sitting, face to face, staring, waiting for one of them blinked. neither of them did. he knew why hellboy was there. doctor loomis had tried anything and everything to get michael to talk, trying to understand why michael did every violent thing he'd ever done. he couldn't remember the last time he spoke. years, maybe. before he tried to kill his sister for the first time, to be sure. he didn't intend on speaking now, not when his doctor was watching them through the two sided mirror. he simply stared. watched hellboy watch him. never making a sound. @stonehanded.
with pigatha in pink and hellboy all red, they might as well be the next sponsors for some sort of valentine's day event. the woman was slowly looking over the half demon, eyes lingering on giant biceps when one perfectly manicured eyebrow quirked up. ‘haven’t i seen you on the news before?' she finally asked after a moment, voice harsh in its tone. ‘yeah, i'm pretty sure i remember you causing a bunch of trouble somewhere around here. is that your usual m.o., red boy?' @stonehanded.
'excuse me, hombre rojo,' mari tugged at hellboy's trench coat before taking a step back, looking way, way up with a curious expression. 'are ghosts real? and if i saw one, does that mean i'm sick?' @stonehanded.
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hellboy knows now. which means the bprd does, too. kit supposes he should feel lucky that they haven't tried to element the threat yet, but all he feels is shame. 'what now?' the shopkeep asks after a moment, back turned away from his workshop that hellboy had finally got his way into. he hopes hb knows he wasn't trying to be malicious in hiding it from him. kit is so scared, he didn't know how to share the darker side of him with anyone. 'do you really think one of your people could . . . fix me? or figure out how?' kit glances up at hb, trying not to express too much hope. 'i never wanted to be this way. you have to believe me,' @stonehanded.
@stonehanded said: "Everyone's worrying about nothing." ( for blaez )
‘worried about you’ sentence starters
Struggling to keep up with someone doubling her size and craning her neck to make eye contact with them was something Blaez was no stranger to, considering who her brother was, but the tiny wolf had to speed up just a little after the shock of what the demon had said to her had sunk in.
"Excuse me?" She essentially squeaked before speeding up to put herself right in the way of the walking cambion, standing firm in place despite him being able to lift and move her without effort if he wanted to. "I personally don't think you're worrying enough."