#whichrabbitisbeinghunted

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Calin: I just wanna be normal!!

Adrian: You can never be normal, you're half death god, so no matter where you go or how hard you try, you'll never be normal.

Adrian: ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* \(◕ω◕✿)/ *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Calin: *Sobs alone in his study*

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Adrian: Calin, I fucked up some shit at a public school, now I'm on the run...again. Either way, we're gonna be room mates for a while, because I need to lay low 'til I figure some shit out, alight?

Calin: ಠ_ಠ

Calin: I try to live a normal life.

Calin: I'm simply a mortician, one who doesn't go around "fucking shit up" *air quotes*

Calin: And yet, you just /have/ to insist on making things difficult for me.

Calin: Why can't you be more like you were in the anime? And not "fuck shit up"?

Calin: I just wanna be normal!!

Adrian: So I'll just put my bags in the guest room then?

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invenient--me replied to your post: more ooc did i ever tell you though he does...

 // … WHEEZES YESS

//ooc: SO YOU LEIK IT~? OwO

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whichrabbitisbeing-hunted replied to your post: //ooc: Why Calin hates that face, I’ll never know....

//ooc: It’s because he’s a little shit—

//ooc: Michael or Calin? XD

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"Good God!" A pause, "You're turning into your father-!"

"…" A pause. “You say that like it’s a bad thing~"

[beforethebreakingfate]

whichrabbitisbeing-hunted / snowbreeze90 / rirychiyo / lapinou-noir

"Good evening. Is there something I can do for you?

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Did I mention Adrian and Vincent sometimes look a lot alike in black and white?

Then we have this...

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whichrabbitisbeing-hunted stepped into the parlor

A slow day today. Not much work has gotten done, and now we have Calin trying not to choke the life out of this man in front of him who had been bitching about the flowers Calin had suggested for his wife's funeral. "Sir, you said you wanted Carnations; I merely asked what colo--" The mortician was cut off by a loud slam which was the client's hands on his desk. "--Please, be careful. I don't want you spilling my ink well..." The narriotte said with a slight twitch of his brow as he steadies the little bottle of ink on his desk that had very nearly tipped over.

"I did not say carnations! I asked for lilies, you twit!" The man roared, scrunching his nose up at the younger male and nearly growling. "And I want them to be pink! It was her favorite color! I should have used a different place, you're just a child! You couldn't possibly understand such important matters; you've probably had little to be responsible for in your life!" The more the older man spoke (or rather, yelled) the more irritated and tired Calin became. This man acted like a buffoon, like a spoiled child at the market who throws tantrums because their mother wouldn't buy them a toy.

"I will ask you to refrain from yelling such malarkey! You don't have the slightest idea of my responsibilities; I am running a company and doing about 100 other things as well! Now listen to me, and listen closely! I will ask you to fill out this form, print it if you please because I am too tired to try and read sloppy cursive! In this form, you will state in vivid detail on what you want! What type of flowers, what fabric you'd like her casket lined with, what type of wood you want, your price range for a coffin and headstone, what you want written on her headstone besides name and date of birth and death, and even what color you want her flowers to be, and the fabric lining her coffin!" Calin snapped, standing from his seat and huffing as he caught his breath.

"I am trying to be reasonable, but you are making it harder than it has to be. So, please, be patient with me. You're not my only customer that needs tended to; but if you want her funeral to be in 8 days, I need you to give me the space I need! I also need you to bring me the clothes you want her to wear and specify if you want the casket open during the wake or not."

Meanwhile, downstairs.

Xavior sighed in boredom. This place could get boring when the only people to talk to were dead and Calin was busy blowing a gasket upstairs. He'll have to avoid his brother until bedtime, knowing he'll want to be alone after all this stress.

Suddenly, the teen was brought from his thoughts as he heard the door bell. Rushing to the door, Xavior fumbled to get the lock off and then open the large doors. Once he did, he brightened and almost screeched at the sight of an old family friend. "Adrian!!" He nearly tackled the silver haired mortician to the ground as he latched onto him, smiling brightly.