bruisedfuse

[bruisedfuse]

Sup

You excited for Halloween?

"mmmmnnnmmmnnnnnnnnneh."

it couldn't be bothered. nor can it deny, how nice it is to get if just one day off a year when bass can comfortably travel as he so pleases... and hey, free snacks from unsuspecting old folks are always a plus.

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Prtty sure I'm livin, could be wrong though tbh

spooky

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ayo whos not dead?

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ough

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"yea. s called nothin. that, and i guess i used to do graffiti, goin way back. dont got the crap fo it anymo nowaday, tho."

... well. it IS common courtesy to return such a question.

"an, uh. whaddabout you? got any, uhh, hobbies? stuff youre into, wherever you are from?"

last bit mostly pointing at the fact, he's had prior experience with doubles. AUs, flipped timelines, existentialism and so.

whitty sighed as he walked into another alleyway. The one he lived in didn’t have much food, so he had to go searching in some other ones. But just his luck, the last one he checked had basically nothing.

He glanced around as he walked more into the alleyway, but soon stopped as he noticed something against the wall. Well, more like someone.

-@what-will-become-of-me

whitmore was just resting its eyes, glad to find someplace that is quiet for once.

then they hear the other. one eye clicks open, darting about towards the sound. smoke says nothing, too uncertain now to actually try. it's not everyday you get a chance at meeting somebody just like yourself, especially when you're.. whitty.

it is unmoving, standing their ground in silence. he does not feel threatened yet, so bass only, casually returns that stare.

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"... mm...."

expression bunching upward curiosly, it eyes the other from where he stands at.

"... look, if yous expectin me to come up wi somethin to talk bout jus ta prove ya wrong, youre gon wait a long ass while."

no disrespect intended. whitty just gets a bit salty like that whenever disturbed.

whitty sighed as he walked into another alleyway. The one he lived in didn’t have much food, so he had to go searching in some other ones. But just his luck, the last one he checked had basically nothing.

He glanced around as he walked more into the alleyway, but soon stopped as he noticed something against the wall. Well, more like someone.

-@what-will-become-of-me

whitmore was just resting its eyes, glad to find someplace that is quiet for once.

then they hear the other. one eye clicks open, darting about towards the sound. smoke says nothing, too uncertain now to actually try. it's not everyday you get a chance at meeting somebody just like yourself, especially when you're.. whitty.

it is unmoving, standing their ground in silence. he does not feel threatened yet, so bass only, casually returns that stare.

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"uh.. well, i spose im nobody to stop ya."

unbothered by sharing his enthusiasm.. smoke merely looks out and over them, getting a feel for the time, based on the colors of the sky seeping into this alley.

"jus dont get no hopes up. im not super interestin to talk to, 'case it wasn clear."

whitty kind of wants to grab a smoke to calm its nerves, but the idea of sharing? better not to risk it. last person who got to see them with a lit cigar had to be an updike with a few bolts lost in the brain. or maybe just a really gnarly stick in his ass. didn't stay long enough to find out.

whitty sighed as he walked into another alleyway. The one he lived in didn’t have much food, so he had to go searching in some other ones. But just his luck, the last one he checked had basically nothing.

He glanced around as he walked more into the alleyway, but soon stopped as he noticed something against the wall. Well, more like someone.

-@what-will-become-of-me

whitmore was just resting its eyes, glad to find someplace that is quiet for once.

then they hear the other. one eye clicks open, darting about towards the sound. smoke says nothing, too uncertain now to actually try. it's not everyday you get a chance at meeting somebody just like yourself, especially when you're.. whitty.

it is unmoving, standing their ground in silence. he does not feel threatened yet, so bass only, casually returns that stare.

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"whatever man, is cool."

whitty rolls its one open eye, then goes back to what bass was already doing. it shrugs, voice faintly groggy as its vision is shrouded in darkness again, eye shut.

".... nah, you too late. they picked clean."

whatever little was leftover by raccoons and such, whitmore'd most likely called dibs on when he got here first anyways.

whitty sighed as he walked into another alleyway. The one he lived in didn’t have much food, so he had to go searching in some other ones. But just his luck, the last one he checked had basically nothing.

He glanced around as he walked more into the alleyway, but soon stopped as he noticed something against the wall. Well, more like someone.

-@what-will-become-of-me

whitmore was just resting its eyes, glad to find someplace that is quiet for once.

then they hear the other. one eye clicks open, darting about towards the sound. smoke says nothing, too uncertain now to actually try. it's not everyday you get a chance at meeting somebody just like yourself, especially when you're.. whitty.

it is unmoving, standing their ground in silence. he does not feel threatened yet, so bass only, casually returns that stare.

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whitty sighed as he walked into another alleyway. The one he lived in didn’t have much food, so he had to go searching in some other ones. But just his luck, the last one he checked had basically nothing.

He glanced around as he walked more into the alleyway, but soon stopped as he noticed something against the wall. Well, more like someone.

-@what-will-become-of-me

whitmore was just resting its eyes, glad to find someplace that is quiet for once.

then they hear the other. one eye clicks open, darting about towards the sound. smoke says nothing, too uncertain now to actually try. it's not everyday you get a chance at meeting somebody just like yourself, especially when you're.. whitty.

it is unmoving, standing their ground in silence. he does not feel threatened yet, so bass only, casually returns that stare.

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exucse me Orochi is a cat-type demon-

please screenshot your original ask and tell or show me where does it say that.

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You have been visited by Orochi. His intent is to observe you.

what is whitmore even supposed to say. bass is an 8ft tall humanoid body with a cartoony bomb for a head, they're in no place to judge mutant winged possums.

so, they try their best not to stare back.

a strangled discomfort lingers in the air.

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OFFICER DOWN IM CKAKCLING

"s damn right! fuck them dogs."

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"... eh.. whatevs its fine." and his day off, so whitty rather wouldn't let this bother bass anyway. it won't even turn, to look.

"you the only one tha sounds disturbed righ now, tell ya what. you lost or wha?"

the temptation to just dismiss bitty and get a move on is rising by every minute. not exactly because whitty doesn't care or something.. rather, smoke just wants this day to themselves. of course, good old curiosity gets the better of him, still.

( @the-bomb-house hiiii :> )

You don't normally intend to get lost while going on a walk... nor do you intend to nearly get caught by TGG once again. Bitty takes a shaky sigh, rushing into an alleyway and simply pressing their body against a dumpster. Great... great... and he couldn't call Pavel.. or Adam... heck Monika would be great right now too.

"Mmmm...." The tiny bomb simply just sinks to the ground. Blinking and looking around a bit.

"Anyone?....please?"

now whitmore on the other hand, they, who were just going on about their day with no intentions of being productive- only happened, to be taking a breather, on opposite end of the same dumpster. it sat on an old rug someone threw out, taking in the ease of not so polluted air.

and, so much for one afternoon of chill.

ashy eyelids mechanically clicked open as soon as bomb's peace was disturbed.

"mmph.. ay, what...? is someone there?"

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Do you take rps from other fandoms as well?

might just depend on the fandom hun,, i try to be friendly towards all but there may be exceptions, so its best to check

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( @the-bomb-house hiiii :> )

You don't normally intend to get lost while going on a walk... nor do you intend to nearly get caught by TGG once again. Bitty takes a shaky sigh, rushing into an alleyway and simply pressing their body against a dumpster. Great... great... and he couldn't call Pavel.. or Adam... heck Monika would be great right now too.

"Mmmm...." The tiny bomb simply just sinks to the ground. Blinking and looking around a bit.

"Anyone?....please?"

now whitmore on the other hand, they, who were just going on about their day with no intentions of being productive- only happened, to be taking a breather, on opposite end of the same dumpster. it sat on an old rug someone threw out, taking in the ease of not so polluted air.

and, so much for one afternoon of chill.

ashy eyelids mechanically clicked open as soon as bomb's peace was disturbed.

"mmph.. ay, what...? is someone there?"

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whitmore huffs, letting it pass, calming down somewhat... he's got places to be.

"ion need no help, an sure as hell i dont want yours. so why doncha go chasing after some otha anomaly to kill before i fuckin lose my cool an atomize ya ass?"

pinching the gap between smoke's eyes as they curl up against the cold bricks... it's concluded updike has no weapon on himself, lest he would've used it by now otherwise. so, panic begins to dissipate.

"... jus.. please, gah, jus leave me alone."

Updike sighed as he walked into the alleyway, using it as a shortcut. Of course he had to mess up his directions to the bakery somehow. He was usually better at this. -@fatherly-cloud

smoke gives up. should of predicted the lack of ANY thing helpful to be found in a neighborhood as broke as greece.. not even a lick of left-overs in this trashpile. frustration rises as well as hunger, while they tug off their hoodie to tie it around their waist, sitting down to ponder very obnoxiously oversaturated graffiti work.

a tobacco stick gets lit before the bomb is at all aware of bass’s fingers doing it.. gnawing onto the cigar subconsciously.

until, an unnatural chill passes. bomb is not one to be disturbed by temperature drops, but, this is too weird. looking up- their body malfunctions, unable to flee..

“…. you? the hell you want?”

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whitmore clutches at his- head? bomb? the side of its face. why the hell should smoke even continue putting up with.... whatever's going on with *this* gabriel?

smoke'd dropped its cigarette ages ago, sparks left behind, stomped out from all this commotion. oh something is surely very wrong here... clearly neither side is thinking straight, and, arguing, will only bury both deeper into that unending pit of torture. whitty opens their yap, to try reason after a brief moment of thought-

just to groan, doubling over in an acidic pain. biting updike's paws off no longer reads as too insane of an idea suddenly.

"agh, arh, ow.... gah, ffffuckin dammit!"

Updike sighed as he walked into the alleyway, using it as a shortcut. Of course he had to mess up his directions to the bakery somehow. He was usually better at this. -@fatherly-cloud

smoke gives up. should of predicted the lack of ANY thing helpful to be found in a neighborhood as broke as greece.. not even a lick of left-overs in this trashpile. frustration rises as well as hunger, while they tug off their hoodie to tie it around their waist, sitting down to ponder very obnoxiously oversaturated graffiti work.

a tobacco stick gets lit before the bomb is at all aware of bass’s fingers doing it.. gnawing onto the cigar subconsciously.

until, an unnatural chill passes. bomb is not one to be disturbed by temperature drops, but, this is too weird. looking up- their body malfunctions, unable to flee..

“…. you? the hell you want?”