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“yeah, well. Just trying to live a short and un-fulfilled life.”

I don’t think I’m cut out for this ૮(˶ㅠ︿ㅠ)ა

“yeah, well. Smoking isn’t really a smart thing to attempt.”

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I don’t think I’m cut out for this ૮(˶ㅠ︿ㅠ)ა

“yeah, well. Smoking isn’t really a smart thing to attempt.”

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AW YEAH BOYS WE’RE BACKKK

Concept sketches- might turn digital. Shrug

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((hm. Seeing some people giving their OCs reboots/redesigns……hmmm…perhaps. I should maybe do one.-))

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they where- well. Surprised for one, yes. But bit annoyed as well. Yapping isn’t a bad thing but olive wasn’t. Very great at. This stuff. And what words can, and can’t be said.

Olive takes a moment to glance at the scrap, peacefully sleeping and mind his business. He..looked completely different from what this familiar annoyance had claimed. They turned back with a neutral face. Resting bitch face ahh

“you sure have a lot to say, hm? A thank you would have been nice.”

Whatever. They examine jaspers facial features, mentally comparing it with the familiar..eh.. acquaintance they were thinking about. A few things matched up, but. God, they needed to just ask for a name at this point.

“..I don’t think we’ve introduced ourselves.”

Olive awkwardly sprung out their hand, offering a handshake. Nice, not too on the nose I guess.

“M’olive. You?”

well this was interesting.

As always, normal day in the town of ramshackle. Nothing special.

And then holy shit is that Jasper? That guy's usually hiding in his shelter, its so rare to see him outside-... Wait, actually, you don't think that's Jasper.

What the fuck.

It's Jasper but it's also NOT Jasper. What in the world.

You can see that the jasper(?) is trying to ward off some stray dogs with some scratched up newspaper. Watcha gonna do, Olive?

― @jaspercam

Our lovely serial killer was wandering back to their own shelter, a notebook in hand.. they were trying to figure out the best place to lay low..after all, they did do some killing. They pondered. Olive glanced over at all the commotion, a bit curious to say the least. Hm..I guess being nice was a good start to the day? Whatever.

They wander over, their big boots stomping. They stop in front of..Jasper..question mark…, glaring at the dogs with a horrifying frown. It’s like a black cloud was lingering over them. The dogs scurry off. Hooray?

“you okay?”

They turn, stopping when their eyes met the stranger? Hang on a second.

“….sorry. You look. Really..similar to someone I know.”

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well this was interesting.

As always, normal day in the town of ramshackle. Nothing special.

And then holy shit is that Jasper? That guy's usually hiding in his shelter, its so rare to see him outside-... Wait, actually, you don't think that's Jasper.

What the fuck.

It's Jasper but it's also NOT Jasper. What in the world.

You can see that the jasper(?) is trying to ward off some stray dogs with some scratched up newspaper. Watcha gonna do, Olive?

― @jaspercam

Our lovely serial killer was wandering back to their own shelter, a notebook in hand.. they were trying to figure out the best place to lay low..after all, they did do some killing. They pondered. Olive glanced over at all the commotion, a bit curious to say the least. Hm..I guess being nice was a good start to the day? Whatever.

They wander over, their big boots stomping. They stop in front of..Jasper..question mark…, glaring at the dogs with a horrifying frown. It’s like a black cloud was lingering over them. The dogs scurry off. Hooray?

“you okay?”

They turn, stopping when their eyes met the stranger? Hang on a second.

“….sorry. You look. Really..similar to someone I know.”

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“shit. I’m old again.”

((ITS OLIVES BIRTHDAY!!!! :DD))

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“deserved.”

tehee

Skipp i'm going to kill you

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“I also did mine myself. Not well. I wanted to do the back a bit as well, but. I don’t have what they call “patience”.”

They ran their hand through the front strands.

“I guess you can probably tell, hm? And if it counts for anything, I think you did a pretty good job.”

“nice hair.”

insert the ugly green lad, Olive. They sounded genuine, at least.

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This bitch fucking flinches like a cat in front of a cucumber. BOOOO LOSER BOOOO.

“Oh, um, thank you!” She smiles, turning around to face Olive. “I like yours too. The black tips are, um, nice.”

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“Where. Uhm. Did you get yours done?”

“nice hair.”

insert the ugly green lad, Olive. They sounded genuine, at least.

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This bitch fucking flinches like a cat in front of a cucumber. BOOOO LOSER BOOOO.

“Oh, um, thank you!” She smiles, turning around to face Olive. “I like yours too. The black tips are, um, nice.”

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“..thanks.”

..little grin

“nice hair.”

insert the ugly green lad, Olive. They sounded genuine, at least.

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This bitch fucking flinches like a cat in front of a cucumber. BOOOO LOSER BOOOO.

“Oh, um, thank you!” She smiles, turning around to face Olive. “I like yours too. The black tips are, um, nice.”

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“I’d like to see you try eyeliner with a.) unsteady hands and b.) one functioning eye. Nah, the bitch just hated my guts. She’s dead now, but Yk.”

Olive puts the pocket knife back in there pocket, then proceeded to lean on a near by wall of soem sorts. They peel at the polish on their nails.

“small world, you could say. I don’t really have anywhere to go. What about you? Shouldn’t you be dumped in a trashcan somewhere?”

They flicked the chipped pieces of nail polish at lows face. erm okay olive.

“What’s with the crappy hat, kid?”

Throws my oc at u

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“…crappy hat? Oh well, what are you? A model? Cuz you don't look like so.”

×she replied, a little annoyed.×

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They almost laughed

“well, his hat is ugly as shit. No. I was just insulting you. Some crazy bitch stabbed me in the eye.”

“What’s with the crappy hat, kid?”

Throws my oc at u

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“…crappy hat? Oh well, what are you? A model? Cuz you don't look like so.”

×she replied, a little annoyed.×

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“If I told you, you’d piss your pants screaming.”

They rolled their eyes, stuffing a hand in their coat.

Olive grinned once more.

“Oh, this old thing? Stabbed, crap hat. Can’t see shit out of it. But I can still see how ugly you are.”

Olive pulled out a pocket knife, wiping it off with their sleeve

“What’s with the crappy hat, kid?”

Throws my oc at u

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“…crappy hat? Oh well, what are you? A model? Cuz you don't look like so.”

×she replied, a little annoyed.×

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“Well, Thats why I asked?”

Their eye twitched slightly

“What’s with the crappy hat, kid?”

Throws my oc at u

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“…crappy hat? Oh well, what are you? A model? Cuz you don't look like so.”

×she replied, a little annoyed.×

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“appreciate the consideration. Really, I do. (Not). But nah. You wanna find out what I am?”

They smiled menacingly

“What’s with the crappy hat, kid?”

Throws my oc at u

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“…crappy hat? Oh well, what are you? A model? Cuz you don't look like so.”

×she replied, a little annoyed.×

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well..most of that ways extremely true. Their memories Hasn’t really been well, lately, considering the other things on their mind.

Olive visibly trembled. How could they forgot THR many people they nearly dragged down with? Choking them with their own worries and slip ups. Tragic, really.

“..does the truth really matter, if everyone else already believes the lies?”

Poem time??

“It’s so much easier to..just pretend. Everything’s smooth sailing. Fine. Going well. A-okay. Explaining your own problems and feelings takes too much.”

Olive perched themselves on the crate next to Sora, curled up in a ball. God, how childish.

Sora walked over to Olive and hugged him.

“…”

He was quiet…too quiet.

“Olive… are you scared of not seeing me again?…”

Wait…who the hell told him that?!

“And before you go thinking of names, it was Skipp that told me.”

Dammit Skipp-

“What happened two years ago was my fault, not yours! Ok? If I had been honest about my condition, none of this would’ve happened…”

@sw-au-ocs

The sudden embrace was quite a shock, actually. Hugs weren’t typically their thing, but they did accept it from certain individuals.

Anyways! They look at Sora with a fearful glimpse in their eye. It’s like their brain was flashing every traumatic moment all at once. PTSD, I suppose.

“ugh, that goddamn ray of light…”

Their feelings for Skipp had almost completely faded away. They realized they he and them were never a possibility.

“I know-! I know. It just- still. Feels like I’m responsible. For everything.”