blueskiesandcornfields

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Send me a ✍ and a character and I'll draw the character horribly on MS Paint.

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With all of his bitching somedays I just wished Boss looked more like this...

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one word; loyal.

“Loyal? Thanks...if I were to use one word for you...

it’d be....Enigmatic, I think”

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[txt to BIG WHINGE BAG OF A BOSS]

“oh yeah, that may be the case, so I’ll just lie at the bottom of the stairs with my mouth open, come dawn, you’re bound to fall down it”

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[txt to Butch] “just thought of another good one for the holidays - your mothers so fat that last xmas i took a photo of her & its still printing”

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[txt to worst Boss EVER]

“You better watch yourself tonight Boss. You lie still long enough and ima eat you...”

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[txt to Butch] “just thought of another good one for the holidays - your mothers so fat that last xmas i took a photo of her & its still printing”

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[txt to Boss]

“Oh feel big now do ya? Feel good about yourself? well watch out, a strong wind might blow and knock you over...I may call the architect and discuss the frail integrity of your leg!”

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[txt to Butch] “just thought of another good one for the holidays - your mothers so fat that last xmas i took a photo of her & its still printing”

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Describe My Muse in one word, My muse will describe your muse in one word.

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[txt to Boss] “Oh yeah, well the last person who knocked on the door was a Wild Life photographer asking me if he could take a picture of the rare and exotic Penguin I had in the house...”

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[txt to Butch] “just thought of another good one for the holidays - your mothers so fat that last xmas i took a photo of her & its still printing”

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"I wish you would have stuck around with us, little bear. You're an amusing toy. But now that I've released you from the Penguin's nasty claws, I guess you're free to go wherever you want. You know what they say: if you love it, let it go, hmm?"

“I...I....no.....no....Tabitha....no...please...go away..”

*rocks back and forward in the corner*

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“Exhibitions..?...” Butch looked lost for a moment, looking around then and seeming to register suddenly where he was. “A museum?shit...I mean, sorry...um...” he had meant to go to the store for smokes...

Dammit

“Sorry...what displays?” he frowned then. thrown off by her bubbly greeting. 

{@blueskiesandcornfields entered the museum}

“Hello sir, and welcome. Please have a look around! We have some beautiful exhibitions this season.”

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“Nobody’s telling the truth. This is Gotham.”

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Gilzean found it a strange enough sight. To be looking down into the face of this young blonde woman, her hair slick now from the unyielding rain, yet she was radiant against the cities monochrome hues. He smiled at her. “Harley then, that’s a pretty name...you can call me Butch” he returned the friendly gesture, seeing no harm in it. “Yeah don’t mind those smucks, it’s usually the money types that don’t give you the time of the day!” he returned then to her unfortunate predicament. He wasn't wrong though, it was the settling blow ins with money who wouldn't stop to even glance at someone they believed was below them. But the rough and tough Gothamites, born and raised, were usually the most friendly. 

“Jeez, it really is coming down, huh?” he looked up at the sky again, as if it would give him some sort of sign or answer for it’s melancholic mood. “You late for class? If it aint too creepy, we could duck in here for a coffee...” he pointed to a small, yet cosy coffee shop not too far down the street. He thought maybe she would refuse, he was after all, a great hulking man in a suit. She was young and probably busy, needed to scruffy off out of the rain into some lecture hall.

He had never been to college, let alone been inside one.  “Or...I could just hail you that cab and let you be on your way..” he said calmly, not forcefully, just needing to add it in as an option since his own anxiety was acting up. 

"Hi there Mista', I was wonderin' if you could point me to Gotham University..? I got a little lost.."

Gotham city was busy as always as Butch Gilzean made his way towards his favourite shooting range, the very same one he had been hanging in and around since he was a kid. Fond memories, trying to steal empty shells from the floors as old man Rodgerson threatened to use our heads for target practise. 

He chuckled to himself absent-mindedly, before his trail of thought was interrupted by a rather high pitched voice. He froze on the spot and looked down, registering the question after he had looked down into the face of a bright young blonde. He gave an automatic smile, the one he gave to all the pretty ladies, before he frowned. 

“Gotham Uni, eh? Well….” he chuckled “ It’s not alittle lost you’ve gotten yourself…” he chewed his lip now as he looked down the street, trying to visualise in his head the winding route back to the University. He knew every street like the back of his hand, but his preferred route wouldn’t be deemed fit to walk down for a young thing like her. He sighed then. “Hmmm…you’re a long way off…why don’t I hail you a taxi? He’ll take you straight there…” he smiled then at her, hoping his solution would suffice..his eyes trailed upwards then as he noticed the dark grey clouds gathering above their heads. Shoot…and I didn't bring an umbrella. 

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Gilzean blinked slowly as the rain continued to patter against his car window. He noticed suddenly that the strange figure, clad in black was staring back at him. He shifted uncomfortably in his leather seat and turned the heating up to distract himself. He looked away then, thinking to himself how out of place she looked in the cosy little café. Like a black Rorschach test on perfect white paper. 

He had seen her talking to his boss the day before. Talking for what seemed like years, like two old friends, as he was left in the car, an observer looking in on the normality of life continuing on outside of himself. He couldn't remember now why he had taking the left route through the city. Why he had purposely, it seemed, drove down the road that would lead him here. He certainty couldn't remember whatever lie he told himself that meant he had parked up the car on the curb and silenced it. Waited and watched. 

He hadn't expected to see her and he never had he imagined that she would see him. Acknowledge him with her disregarding eyes. It unsettled him somewhat, to be seen. With nothing else to distract himself, he swallowed hard and looked back at the shadow in the café window. He let his baby blues connect like a spark to her deep brown eyes and he remained frozen in place, bringing a slow and friendly hand up, to wave gently at her.

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She just stared back. So nice that Gilzean had all the charm and grace of a POTTED PLANT wasn’t it?

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“I wish you would ____.” in my inbox and my muse will respond.

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Butch hangs his head in shame, a bead of sweat beginning to trail down his temple as he tried desperately to quiet his quickening breath. 

“I.....I ate it, Boss!!” he blurted then, in both shame and pent up anxiety. He waited for the inevitable back lash. Like the crack of a cold whip.

“As soon as I realised what I was doing...it....I had swallowed the last piece!”

“I-I’m……I’m sorry boss…I panicked..I didn’t know what else to do…I um…uh…your cravat?….I..ate it alittle…”

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*Hyperventilates* 

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Spill it!

“I sleep with a jar of nutella, a spoon and a gun under my bed...you know...just incase!”