-Gracia looks up at Solace, giving a little gasp-
Solace! Solace, this is my new friend she loves hair!
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything? ...We just met , Bimbo, who's to say we're even acquaintances.
…?!
(Flinches a bit at Luis' sudden psychic scream projection, eyes locking onto him.)
............
(Unhinges her jaw until her mouth is a gaping mess of razor-sharp sharklike teeth, biting Luis' head clean off, chewing it up, and spitting it back in his face—... Yes, he did regrow a face, just so he could have his own face spit back into it. Also slaps him. With his own chewed-up head.)
...Yes, hi.
(Pokes one of Solace's eyes out to take a closer look at it, squishing it with the hand that isn't stroking Gracia's hair.)
(stroke...)
...Mm... Yes...
(Extremely limp, slightly peanut-buttery handshake. dang his hands cold...)
Edited by MobileLeprechaun on Aug 17th 2018 at 11:35:33 AM
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019-Gracia looks dead at Luis too, frowning-
Please don't shout. I'm having fun with my friend.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?...She won't appreciate it. If she's just going to sulk and moan and be a damper on everything, I don't think it's worth it.
Exactly! Now, what I am doing is inspecting the house for any possible rifts the Liminal may have produced and that I might have fallen through, or could use to get back. Maybe you can help me find rifts?
Yes, please don't make my brain scream. My brain has anxiety.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?(nod nod...)
.........
(Ceases to stroke hair.)
(Grabs Gracia like a bowling ball and slides her into Solace and Luis, but also hops on her like a skateboard and rides her as she painfully friction-slides across the floor.)
...What are your names.
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019

(Smiles and stranges Luis to death with some nice silky Gracia hairs.)...Good... That helps, generally.
That's also common knowledge, so I'm going to assume you're just lucky. You absolute bimbo. God, I wish I were you.(Keeps gently feeling of it
while simultaneously roundhouse-kicking Solace in the face for intruding on this simple pleasure of life.)...Mm... Valerian Valescu, Ministry of—... Commerce, former, status unknown... Other position pending...
(Stares into the emptiness of the peanut butter jar.)
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019