Kitchen (Primero) and (Zwei)
"...Don't see how this is considered 'fun'..."
-...-
-...Queen Boo's not looking him in the eyes... Peculiar...-
"I-I wanna have fun, b-but this isn't fun...!"
-...You know, Zwei has a question...-
"...How are you eating that cake...?"
-She's a ghost, right...?-
Edited by CrystalMemoria on Sep 29th 2018 at 8:41:42 AM
(Eyes immediately drawn to Very Cute Ally Moth Gal.)
...Hi. Um...
...Something's up, isn't it? I mean–... the bad guys.
(Mutters something completely unintelligible to herself, might even just be clucking, as she turns the stove off and OH THE CHILD...!)
...Ah! Guidevenent'ye, eh... Andy, wiset?
(Smiles cheerfully, despite the general, vaguely disheveled sleep-dep aura she's got.)
(it is indeed HELY and her eyes are SO INTENSE yet really hard to read.)
…
Who even fucking sticks their tongue out like that? Did you learn all your social cues from fuckin' Invader Zim?
(Shoves Sandra off the roof and watches hungrily as her tibia snaps when she lands on it, giving Eires a "you're next" throat-slashing motion.)
...Hi. Were you, um... did you have the roof area reserved or something. If you did, that's fucking dumb.
...
(the ball nods again)
Alrighty, uh...
(toss the ball into the air)
Go, Robin!
(and out emerges... a borb!)
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Hoo!
Help yourself, it's a free country.
-Roger starts adjusting some settings on his device, humming to himself-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?...Right. Uh...
(Wipes a bit of chai latte off her upper lip, staring down the menacing ice cave.)
...I just finished dinner... Do you want to... go and uh... I mean, I can come with you so it's not just you, though I'm still not very skilled...
Aye, th'veerysame! Wiuldyealsaelikesime—?
(...oh yeah... can't reach the, ehehe, tea cabinet...)
...Eh... Cuildahtrooubleyet'feitchussummatt'reachthetcabinetsooahkenprooperlyoafferyesimetea, lassie?
Fuckin' sick, thanks.
(Ass-bumps the two of them off the roof anyway, laughing as their necks snap on impact.)
...Cool. Thank you.
(Admires the intense gaze, but is also a bit intimidated by it and breaks eye contact, shuffling over to the edge.)
...What are you two doing up here, anyway. Probably some gay shit.
-Nephew, there's a boy in a pastel striped shirt pointing a scanner up in your face, the machine beeping as it's peeping-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?…
(Her eyes narrow, and she nods solemnly.)
Let's do it.
(OFF SHE GO...!)
...GOOD!
(KLONKS the two of their heads together, hard enough to smash 'em.)
...Good, uh... I'm... that's good. How, the fuck um, are you actually fucking drawing, though, if it's so fucking dark outside.
Aye!
(Flutters up onto the chair, sifting eagerly through the cabinet for some black tea.)
...Esetpeirhaipsabootyer, eh... th'Eireshpulleto'whomyerfond?
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"Hey, have as much fun as you want. I'm not comp...laining."
-feel them eyes yo-
Eires turned carefully, looking at the new arrival over their shoulder.
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