#weevil-underwood

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Zombie Apocalypse AU || ACCEPTING

@weevil-underwood

☼ ~ ▽ ~ YUGI – “Get down!“

Yugi ran at the once human that was standing behind the other. He swung the metal bat he held with as much force as he could get, knocking the creature away from him. He swallowed back his nausea from the smell and sight of the infected, turning his attention to the other instead, “You alright?”

He’d left the shop only to try and find some food and water. As much as he hated going out after all this had happened, he needed to find those necessities. What they had at the shop wouldn’t last forever. And having found another survivor in his search, he was more than glad he’d gone outside. 

“C’mon, my grandpa’s shop is safe and we aren’t far.”

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Paying For His Misdeeds

@weevil-underwood continued from [LINK]

An incredulous grin swept over Melvin’s face as his eyes zeroed in on the deck in Weevil’s hands. Really? REALLY? Duel Monsters? He threw back his head, laughing at the top of his lungs.

“WELL,” he cackled, reaching to his back pocket to pull out his own deck. Because of course he had it. OF COURSE he did. What show did you think he was from? “It HAS been a while since I wiped the floor with a bitch in a children’s card game! Let’s play, Fun Size!”

He began shuffling his cards without even looking, still laughing.

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"I know this is going to be difficult for your prehistoric brain to wrap itself around, but don't take this too personally." Weevil said, a stiffness in his body and voice, before leaning up and in to peck a quick kiss on Rex's cheek.

If Rex’s pupils could get any smaller, they would have. His eyes widened with surprise as a blush swept over his face, his brain trying to catch up to what had just happened. Don’t take it personally? What the hell was THAT supposed to mean? You didn’t just walk up to a guy and kiss him on the cheek and then expect him NOT to read at least something into it!

He grabbed at Weevil’s arm and held him in place, an instinctual act of trying to keep him from running away before he could explain himself. “Wh-what was THAT?” he demanded. And how was he supposed to take it, damn it?

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It’s A Masquerade, Not A Costume Party

 @weevil-underwood continued from [LINK]

Rex’s blinked, as though Weevil’s question didn’t click at first. But all of a sudden, the words “are you asking me on a date” hit home, and a blush swept over his face. “W-whAT!?” he blurted. He never thought it was possible to choke over one’s own tongue, but here he was, doing just that. He coughed and sputtered a second, looking anywhere but Weevil’s face, as he raised a hand and furiously scratched the back of his head with it. “GEEZ Weevil,” he complained. “Why you gotta make it WEIRD?”

But was it a date if he asked him to the ball? Did that count as a date? 

He cleared his throat, throwing on an indifferent look. Maybe if he ignored the question and goaded Weevil into going, he might overlook the whole date thing. So what if it was a date? They didn’t have to acknowledge it... 

“Look, it sounds fun okay? What’s wrong with not wanting to go to the event by myself? Seriously Weeves, you’re thinking about it too much. Just go with me already, it’s not like you have anything better to do. Besides, what if they have like a tournament there? Would you really want to miss out on an elite elusive tournament that was only open to party guests just because you were too chicken to dress nice and wear a mask?”

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@weevil-underwood continued from: [LINK] 

Weevil vented an exasperated sigh, like a man who had the weight of the world on his shoulders.    …or, in Weevil’s case, a dinosaur.   A big, dumb dinosaur that had no concept of tact and faced every situation by charging headlong into it, for better or for worse. Usually for worse.   “They’re bugs, you dino-dolt.” he shot back, turning the manual so that its cover presented itself to Rex.   On the cover was a collage of various insects one could expect to find in the wilds of suburbia.  He tapped a sleek-looking beetle with freakishly-long back legs up in the corner with the pad of his index finger.

“Oh,” Rex scrunched up his nose, rolling his eyes as though wondering why he was even surprised. Of course it was bugs. Weevil probably wouldn’t be caught dead out on the water doing anything but looking for insects. Last summer he didn’t even want to go swimming when it got past 90 degrees. “Boring.”

He bent over though, peering at the bug in question for a moment, before ultimately deciding that, despite how gross bugs usually were, these ones looked kinda cool. He supposed. “So are you gonna go out an’ catch em?” he asked, using Weevil’s back to lean on as he peered down at the pages of the book. 

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weevil-underwood replied to your post: It's Friday night and I'm stuck babysitting Ryouri. 

Awww~ He’s cute 

He's annoying, that's what he is.

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weevil-underwood replied to your post: Not sure how the baby food got behind the fridge...

-shudders slightly- If you need help, let me know

I'm sure you'd rather spend time with Rex, I can handle everything juuuust fine...