Oct 25, 2015
@antagcnism
“Iwasn’tgoinganywhere, what are you talking about?”
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@antagcnism
“Iwasn’tgoinganywhere, what are you talking about?”
@ofserviitude
It was cold outside. It bit at his skin, attacking exposed flesh like tiny needles. It was getting to be far too chilly for the ghoul to wear his preferred choice of attire, though Judal clung to it stubbornly, as though he could resist the frozen grip of the season through sheer willpower alone.
It was cold outside, but he ignored it, vermilion gaze focused on the house before him. It was old, the wood faded, brittle and gray- obviously no one had gone inside let alone lived in such a place for a very long time. The ghoul frowned at the sight, silently willing himself to feel something, anything in response to what he was looking at, but there was nothing. Nothing but the hollowness in his chest, the chilly bite of the wind and a house full of forgotten memories.
His fingers were wrapped tightly around a phone- stolen, of course, because what use was such an object to him- and his eyes narrowed as he pressed down a sequence of memorized numbers with shaky, uncertain hands. “Hey. Guess who.”
@ofserving
“Wh... What the hell happened to you?”
volatilefealty
“Hey, you’re hanging out with me today, okay, okay, let’s goooo~” Throws him over his shoulder and runs.