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The Man Who Created Autocorrect Has Died. Resturant In Peace.

“Wish…I could relate.”

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❣ ddjfak

RANDOM KISS + ❣  | @zhegoodoctor​

It’s a quick kiss, but by definition, Robert isn’t exactly quick. It’s slow, pressing his lips against his, molding them, parting them and deepening their embrace. He’s half aware of the fluid slipping out of his mouth. He’s dead, but who the fuck cares? Hope the doc doesn’t. 

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To hell with it, he's just going in for a kiss - maggotrot

▐ ☤ *･  ━「 this is not a prompt // @maggotrot 」

He’s  prattling  ceaselessly  about  some  medical  drivel  ,  it’s  unclear  what  is  true  &  what  isn’t    (  &  what  may  be  intended  to  be  taken  in  jest  )    .    It  is  mostly  to  fill  the  silence  between  them  .    Robbie  might  be  idle  ,    but  Henrik  has  never  known  him  to  be  much  for  chatter  .

The  doctor  is  in  the  process  of  a  rudimentary  check  -  up  ,  ensuring  that  all  of  Robbie’s  subsequent  parts  function     (  at  least  as  much  as  they  have  come  to  expect  them  to  function  )    .    His  medical  mask  has  been  long  abandoned  ,    as  it  was  causing  his  glasses  to  fog  up  .    The  prognosis  is  no  worst  than  the  last  ;    which  is  some  damn  good  news  if  Henrik  does  say  so  himself  !

He  was  about  when  a  pair  of  slightly  rotten  lips  pressed  gently  against  his  own  .    He  might  have  thought  ,    for  a  moment  ,    that  Robbie  had  just  …  fallen  against  him  ,    but  it’s  far  too  deliberate  a  movement  ,    &  with  much  too  much  care  to  be  induced  by  one  of  Robbie’s  dazed  moments  .

He  doesn’t  move  away  .    Just  pulls  on  the  neck  of  his  sweater  to  straighten  it  ,    mask  the  slightly  embarrassed  warmth  that  has  the  chatter  box  doctor  utterly  silent  .    He  ties  off  the  end  of  an  ace  bandage  ,    letting  out  a  slight  breath  .    An  awkward  shrug  as  words  come  spilling  out  .

.                    ❛    I  don’t  know  if  kissing  me  is  good  for  your  immune  z’ystem  .                          But  …  if  z’hat  is  v’hat  you  v’ant  ,   z’hat  is  v’hat  you  v’ant  .                          I’m  z’ertainly  not  stopping  you  .    ❜

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bold of you to assume i die

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parlortricked·:

          ❝   i  said  i’m  fine–   ❞

VOICE  practically  strains   ( listen  closely  and  you  could  almost  hear  something  akin  to  a  plea ),  the  tensity  of  fear  stretching  him  thinner  and  thinner  till  he’s  damn  near  close  to  snapping.  marvin  takes  a  step  back.

He stinks. A fuckton. It runs from like a fucking suffocating bomb and it stirs shit. Robbie’s smile just seems to stretch. “Sure...guess I’ll..jus..t have to take your...word for it..huh?”

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I reckon i should divulge the plotline 4 this rotten dude

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"If my...dick ever..falls..off. I'll laugh."

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Send in a ❣ for a random kiss.

a shy kiss. 

a forehead kiss.

a cheek kiss.

a nuzzle kiss.

a neck kiss.

a hand kiss. 

a hug + kiss combo. 

a dying kiss. 

a bleeding / bloody kiss. 

an assertive kiss. 

a nonchalant / uninterested kiss. 

a kiss to your muse’s shoes. 

a blown kiss. 

a sad / crying kiss. 

a quick kiss. 

a happy kiss.

a teasing / sensual kiss. 

a platonic kiss. 

a clumsy kiss

a kiss of your choosing! ( requested by the sender! )

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???

IS  he ?  yeah,  probably,  that  sounds  like  something  he’d  be  doing  right  now,  fear  gripping  him  &  the  only  thought  on  his  mind  is  the  desire  to  run   ( or  FIGHT ).  the  dehydrated  vain  of  humor  in  his  tone  doesn’t  go  unnoticed,  and  if  it  weren’t  for  the  hammering  in  his  chest  there’d  be  the  tiniest  spike  of  exasperation.

          ❝   ‘m  fine,  nothing’s  wrong–   ❞

A small smile twitches the corner of his lip. Robbert leans forward, just a bit, just a bit to keep his distance but to seek whatever fixate his eyes. “You..sure? I’ll fetch the doc...”

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RCTTENBITE

         He’s not… really sure how to react to this. Dull gaze, simply following the fingers, for some reason he is still startled by the sensation of the touch. It wasn’t… like how the others felt. He has to take a partial step back to remove the fingers from his skin.      “H-hello?” It’s more of a question than a greeting.

Rob slowly lets his arm sag to the side, eliminating any fucking chances it has to fall off mid conversation. Wouldn’t that be a doozy? Still, he’s keen on keeping him within his sights. “And…who might you..be?”

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“i’m a lonely soul, i’m gonna die in a place that don’t know my name”

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"Huh..." He's up, close and personal with this one, reaching out to sluggishly press two fingers against his brow.

    @rcttenbite !!

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stop being dead its bad for your health

Who are you and why are you referencing ice cube to me

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lol

IT  can  sense  that.  of  course  he'd  be  able  sense  that,  how  marvin’s  heart  has  fine - tuned  itself  to  the  rhythm  of  increasing  fear.  because  zombies  alone  aren't  enough   —   no,  the  zombie’s  gotta  be  an  intuitive  motherfucker  too.  a  sharp  inhale,  magician’s  certainly  no  less  tense  following  that  inquiry   ( if  at  all  possible  he’s  somehow  managed  to  stiffen  further ),  hands  unconsciously  clench  into  fists  at  his  sides.

          ❝   wh–  wht’s  there  t–  be  nervous  about …   ❞

“You’re…tremblin’..boy.” It is dry, but there is a lick of humor in his voice. Robbie can hear it though, the nervousness kenneled within his chest, beating hard and the smell, he catches it like locks of hair against his nose. “You tell me…I’m askin’ you.”

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Huh

 ‘ TENSE ’  doesn't  even  begin  to  cover  it,  truly  he  may  as  well  be  paralyzed.  fear’s  got  him  still  like  a  corpse,  body  rigged  something  awful,  voice  constricted  to  a  knot  in  his  throat.   ( get  it  together,  will  you ?! )   he  thinks  of  something  to  say,  then  forgets  it,  before  finally  forcing  the  words  out  a  few  absolutely  pathetic  moments  later.

          ❝   i ––   d-don't  come  here  often…   ❞

Yeah, He could see that. They hadn’t cross paths before. He doesn’t care for the answer though. Robbie reckons he’s either reclusive or its just coincidence. Maybe it has to do with him, especially in the way everything about him starts to feel like a rabbit in headlights. “Your hearts..sped up.” Milky eyes ( lost their light a long time ago ) graze passed the holes of his mask. “Nervou…s?” A hint of a smile seems ghost the corner of his lips, even when his entire being reads apathy.

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