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[guttersniper]

@covrroucer

an exhale nudges its way out of mutt's chest, through his nose, crossed legs shifted a little closer to his frame all the same. " what d'you want me to do? "

[lrdfel]

@kiantrev     /    starter. 

     “    i apologize   ---    i didn’t see you there . you aren’t hurt , are you ?    “

[s2dva]

@beijide.  starter call.  accepting.

     ‘ are you-- the actual mei ling? like, the scientist with the journals? ’ hana’s heart fluttered with the possibility. she had disappeared completely years ago! and suddenly she’s right in front of her? ‘ are you-- are you actually here? in reality? in-in front of me? ’ she wanted to touch her to be sure, but instead her finger hovered in the air, her other hand half-covering her mouth and a knot in her throat that only got bigger. 

[armisfemale-a]

            At the resound of panic,  digits prompts over a tome cover, closing it --- the young girl held the book close to her chest, watching the stranger through cerulean orbs, as uncertainty settles from peering eyes.  :   not many people came around, let alone pass the fence,  her elders always did business within the interior of the house.         ‘  uh, hello.....?  ’      Historia crooned, and atlas, innate  CONCERN emanates over features.                   ‘  ---- a-are you okay?  ’

[guttersniper]

@t1mejesus

" guess i’m too old for that sort of nonsense. "

[guttersniper]

@khaloymes

the silence lapsed into -- while comfortable, or at least familiar, enough to mutt -- proved short-lived. 

are you comfortable? shoulder’s not hurting too much, i hope. 

he was, nonetheless, at least partially relieved not to find the elder forcing wholly idle chatter where he himself had little or none to offer in return, or else prying for secrets, but he did suppose he could meet this johnnie in the middle.

taciturn remove and cool wariness, he supposed, didn’t suit everyone. 

“ well enough. “ 

[guttersniper]

@debtwon​ liked for a starter.   ​

“ i knew him, yeah. “ his head tips, close enough to the animal of his namesake, eyes flashing something hard and cold and calculating all over. “ what’s it to you? “

[guttersniper]

@fencings​ said: let’s get those bones shaking!

un.dertale. 

sudden raising of voice tenses the seam of mutt’s shoulders, but it’s only a second or two before he unfreezes. his fingers curl around the straps of his bag where they cut into his shoulders, tugging restive at the fabric. 

impassively, cutting his eyes up to meet hers: “ my bones don’t need shaking. “ it sounds stupid saying that so seriously. plainly stubborn, defiant, unmovable. spoil sport, one might call him. there’s something about effortlessly cheerful people that grates his nerves and makes him feel some sickening coil of envy settling in his stomach, if he gives it enough attention to even realize it’s there.