-Is let go, flopping to the floor unceremoniously-
-Then starts to get up, still a sniveling wreck, but he never quite finishes-
-Instead he flashes into an amorphous ball of smoke, then reforms into something much bigger than Shinji-
-More blob-shaped, too, with a nice little hat and a nice, visible skeleton-
-Flexing its arms, getting used to its new shape-
New York City, though I occasionally traveled within the state for business purposes. How about yourself?
…
(Is quietly confounded at what Yvette just did, but is also silently glad for human acknowledgement that doesn't involve fear or disgust, and just quietly nods to her.)
(Turns to Roger to help his poor little ape brain along.)
<...Yes, it is. Sorry, this is the only way I can communicate with you, by speaking in your mind. I cannot emulate human vocal noises, not in this body...>
…
(One of them starts to shake its head, then they all simultaneously put their hands up.)
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019-Gracia does not live up to the root of her name and doesn't acknowledge the offer-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?-..uh-
-uh aki he's not chasing you this time...-
.....
...Tsk.
-He sets the glass down and has a seat, looking at her analytically-
Can you hear me?
Yeah! I'm friends with a bunch!
.....?
-Booberry just stands there as the fist is sent at him and possible intercepted-
-A challenge for combat? That's a strange greeting from a brother...-
-Her eyes are glazed and staring straight ahead, and she's muttering something under her breath-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?-The punch goes slightly askew, smashing into a cupboard-
-The Bad Booberry slowly turns around, fixing Alex with a cold, dead glare before throwing a backhanded slap at him-
-And before he even cares to see if it worked, he lunges again, but not at Booberry, because he can probably fight halfway decently-
-So he goes straight for Mildread instead-
(Slow nod again.)
And how far along are you in your studies?
…
(It starts to walk out, but pauses, gets an uneasy look to its posture, and is then swarmed by its fellow freaky fucks. All of them but the one suddenly poof into a thick, flesh-smelling cloud of hot steam, and the last one scurries off while its escape is concealed... Freaky.)
(Nods.) <...I am a Servant too, believe it or not, a Caster.>
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019

-WHY DOES THIS KEEP HAPPENING!?-
... W-w-what show? I don't know what you're talking about.
LOVE IS STORED IN THE AXOLOTL!