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That's a promising answer if he's ever heard one - not. Somehow his expression only sours further, fingers thrumming on the nearest surface and short distance away from the cricket himself. As if the situation itself wasn't terrible enough, the sheer boredom is excruciating. The feeling is akin to a caged animal, pacing around in a circle just to do something that never pays off. Won't pay off, either, because not a damn person here knows what a good time is! Trust him, he's tried, and he's none the better for it. Apparently it's dire enough he's asking the bug for advice, now - he's one of the few, if not the only, people not from here, so honestly it's his best shot. He'd love to go do whatever the hell he wants anyways, but he doesn't want the higher ups throwing a fuss and figuring things out; or, god forbid, gossip spreading to certain other higher powers.

"YOU DON'T HAVE TO TELL ME TWICE - I THINK HALF THE STARS HERE WOULD GO SUPERNOVA IF THEY EVEN SAID THE WORD. I'M TWO SECONDS AWAY FROM TEARING MY SKIN OFF IN FRONT OF THEM JUST TO SEE WHAT SORT OF FACE THEY'D MAKE - NOW THAT WOULD BE FUNNY. IF THIS PLACE DOESN'T BUY INTO IT, WHAT ABOUT GOING SOMEWHERE ELSE? WOULD THEY GET THEIR WINGS IN A TWIST ABOUT THAT ONE?"

@nightmarealm sent ; "What do you even do for fun around here?" / you know the fucking context

"Fun?"

The look Jiminy gives him is almost sympathetic. Now, he wouldn't rightly know, but there's something telling in the fact that the Lady seems to find some measure of good old fashioned fun in coming on down to the village to check in on him and Pinocchio, who by all accounts live relatively boring lives these days ( he's not complaining about that, mind you, the boy at least has earned it ).

It just gives the impression that they don't really do things like book clubs or jigsaw puzzles, up here. And what would a fairy find fun, anyhow? What would somebody like Bill find fun?

"Oh, I don't know. I never much got the impression that a place like this would buy into that sorta thing. Gee, you must be bored outta your gourd if you're stoopin' to ask me."

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bitches hate me because of my.... bad personality.... paranoid nature... addictive tendencies......the torture basement.

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@authorofthejournals , continued from source ! moved with altered background context .

I already considered you my best friend. If saying it himself didn't already feel unpleasant, the words coupled with the genuine exhilaration on his face make him feel like he's trying to claw his way out of his own skin. Well, so much for trying not to repeat the past - he supposes he should know better by now. That it doesn't change. That's just what he gets, for thinking he was even actually capable of having one of those, isn't it? He already knows how this entire thing will play out once the next few sentences leave his mouth, but that's fine. He isn't real anyways, and if he was, why should he care? If he was too stubborn to listen the first time around, he can stay stubborn the second time around, and he doesn't care - he was just a pawn anyways. The contempt for this situation, Sixer's stubbornness, himself for continuously gutting anything good that comes across you like the monster you are , all expels outwards with sheer venom towards himself - the rightful target of his ire.

As Sixer gapes at him, his simply grins back, humor completely void from his expression. Just malice. Should've quit when you were ahead. He can faintly hear a reaction behind him - my muse, except lacking all joy that title used to bring - but he shuts it out. There's no use in acknowledging it, and he doesn't have to be all knowing to know what conclusion he'll come to. Already took him long enough to realize the truth anyways.

In comparison to his future selves almost eerie sense of calm in the face of all this, Stanford - why didn't he say that before, was that even true? - was entirely correct about his sheer state of panic. Breathe, he should breathe, but he can't even think straight enough to remember how to. He doesn't even know what to think about what he'd said, if he can even think about them to begin with. He was sorry? Why bother apologizing when it was clearly already done, what good would it do either of them now? He was already dead - he was dead, oh stars he was going to die - he doesn't know what to say. He doesn't even think he can say anything, although somewhere in his mind, he agrees. He wished they'd never met - maybe thing wouldn't hurt so much if they hadn't.

There's tears forming in his eye, just from everything, and the sound of another approaching somewhat bring him back to reality. Enough to react anyways, his gaze snapping towards the younger one out of the set. One he doesn't doubt hates him just as much as the older one, now. He doesn't want to know - not anymore about anything he has to say, not about anything else he's done - so Stanford's statement isn't something to worry about for very longer after he says it, considering the chance he takes to dart off into the foliage.

There's no moment from the only triangle left to follow him. Now that things have been appropriately taken care of, he seems to have completely lost interest in any ongoing conversation, and for the situation as a whole. He can hear the demand for answers, see how shaken up he looks, but he's sure Sixer would have no issue telling him about every terrible thing he'd ever done to either of them - and besides, he wasn't about to air his own dirty laundry more than he already had. With the hope that the sheer confusion and flurry of emotions in the room would be enough to distract from it, he turns and goes to leave. Nothing is said once he does, not wanting to draw any attention to his getaway. He's not sure how far into the woods he has to go before he's out and away from this whole thing, but he's ready to find out - so long as it gets him away from here.

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There's a light cackle at the statement, and he proceeds to do just that - this would go great with some popcorn, honestly. He couldn't say he was expecting to walk right into a grave robbing, but if anything he's glad for the change of pace. He could care less about whatever he plans on doing with the body - they weren't very fun to possess, considering the rigor mortis that sets in - but most humans have some weird hangups about using them after they die, despite their possible uses. It's refreshing, to see someone who doesn't care for all that.

"I'M SURE NOT! IS THIS WHOLE THING FOR BUSINESS OR PLEASURE? NOT THAT IT MATTERS MUCH - EVEN IF PLEASURE IS THE MORE FUN ANSWER."

THE WAY ANTON HAS PAUSED MID - SHOVEL is akin to a deer in headlights. There are multiple reasons why he would be so surprised to have been caught : for one , he was certain he wasn’t followed. And another , whatever he was caught by wasn’t even remotely human. Nor did he seem very bothered by the scene.

IT GLANCES DOWN AT THE PARTLY UNEARTHED BODY , before looking back up at the unexpected audience. ❛ Well , I wasn’t planning on it. ❜ It also wasn’t planning on getting caught red handed. Literally. But something tells it this really isn’t much of an issue. He shrugs. ❛ Patience , mein freund. I’ve got all night , and it - ❜ A hand gestures down to the body. ❛ - has until it decomposes. So there’s plenty of time ! Sit back and relax in the meantime. It’s not like you’re doing the shoveling ! ❜

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He's pleasantly surprised that the blonde just rolls with it, and that his lie is believed - or at least, that he doesn't care enough to make a big deal out of this whole thing. He simply gives a wave, grin wide as the other adjusts to his presence. He's just an unexpected guest.

"HIYA! MAYBE, BUT I GAVE A KNOCK AND NOBODY ANSWERED, SO -"

When lunged towards he instinctively takes a step back, human impulse sending spikes of danger and adrenaline through his system - but he doesn't do anything else. No motion is made to take his hands away or otherwise escape; he isn't afraid, it's just this dumb things nervous system acting up without his permission. There is a clear scowl as he looks over his eye though, a hand fiddling with the hem of his sleeve. Once he picks up on it his other hand grabs to still the opposing one - he isn't nervous, it can look at the socket as much as it wants. He's nonchalant about his answer, as if it's the easiest thing ever to talk about.

"SHEESH, YOU COULD TRY ASKING FOR A NAME FIRST - MAYBE A NUMBER IF YOU'RE BOLD. WHICH YOU CLEARLY ARE. ANYWAYS, SINCE YOU REALLY WANNA KNOW, SOME SICK BASTARD PRIED IT OUT WITH HIS FISTS. HOW'S THAT FOR A REASON?"

It's not the truth, but wringing that out of him would be harder then just asking. That's on him for thinking anyone gives an honest answer when first questioned. But it's technically not a lie, either.. it's kind of true. If you look at it a certain way. It wasn't exactly pried out, but a fist was involved - it's not the sole reason the eyes missing, there's many reasons for that, but it was probably one of them. Besides, just knowing the reasons why it isn't there doesn't make him obligated to share them. That and it's fun to just say the first thing that comes to mind instead of the truth.

ANTON HAD THE NASTY LITTLE HABIT of leaving the house attended for days at a time. Whether it was merely to go out and run errands , or staying in the basement lab and not emerging for a week , the house was left defenseless. Edmund often scolded him for it , but he didn’t understand why. It’s not like he had much that was desirable as far as stealing goes.

THIS TIME IT WAS FOR THE FORMER. Groceries had run low yet again , and while occasionally his gracious doctor would drop them off , today it was up to him to make sure he was taken care of ( and he took the time to get Mazie a few treats as well ). As he pushes open the door , it takes a moment for him to register that someone’s in the house. He gently sets the bags down on a nearby table , and it’s not until the voice rings out that he actually spots the stranger.

THE SOUND OF THE STRANGE VOICE MAKES HIM JUMP. ❛ Gott in himmel ─ ❜ He hisses in surprise , head whipping towards the source. It doesn’t take him long to straighten himself out , dusting off the front of his shirt as if that little outburst never happened. ❛ Ah , Hallo ! ❜ He chimes cheerfully , like it’s a house guest he’s talking to instead of an intruder. ❛ Well , maybe you should look twice before you enter random houses ! You never know what kind of person the owner could be. ❜ Anton takes a step forward , turning his head a little bit more to focus his vision on the figure. It widens as he finally takes in the features of Bill’s face , and he quickly shoots towards him to bridge the gap between them.

ANTON GRABS HIS CHIN WITH A HAND , the concept of personal space lost to him. Or perhaps he just didn’t care. His grip is gentle , however , as he turns Bill’s face to get a look at his empty socket. He grins at the sight , letting go once he’s satisfied with his findings.

❛ YOUR EYE. ❜ IT SAYS , THE SUBJECT OF ITS HOUSE long forgotten. ❛ How did it happen ? ❜

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He wished she would just leave, let him wallow in some misery on his own free time. What happened to being left alone when you're having a terrible time, huh? In this case, misery did very much not love company. He tries to shrink further into himself, and by extension the log he's managed to cram himself into. Maybe she'll get the point then. The way she patronizes, like he needs coddling is disgusting. He doesn't need whatever twisted sympathy she's trying to offer. He was only here because this is the one place he could think to go. He offers a humorless snort in reply to her platitudes, and you can just feel the eyeroll.

"SURE I'M NOT, AND NEXT THING YOU KNOW YOU'LL BE INVITING ME IN FOR TEA AND SNACK CAKES. HA. I'M FINE WITH THE LOG, THANKS. I'LL BE OUT OF YOUR HAIR SOON ENOUGH, SO DON'T BOTHER WITH WORRYING."

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" Well you are in my home, Bill. I'm well within my own mind to be here. " Despite the vitriol she was given, Nymh just stayed seated where she was, a few feet away from the old hollow log Bill had shacked up in. She knew better than to say anything as nasty as she usually would when they went back and forth, not when he was in this kind of mood.

.. Last time she did, it took a few buckets of water to properly clean the aftermath up.

" That being said... You aren't unwelcome you know. You do not have to sit in a log every time you need a break. "

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( no idea who the hell that is. but it sounds like a good thing! and he's not about to say he doesn't know! )

YEAH. YEAH, THAT'S EXACTLY IT, KID. BESIDES, HE WAS TOTALLY DOWN FOR IT ANYWAYS, BEFORE I MENTIONED THE WHOLE REALITY DESTROYING THING. AND HIS MORALS WERE TOTALLY QUESTIONABLE BEFORE THAT! HE BACKED OUT LAST MINUTE BEFORE DIVING INTO THE DEEP END!

Oh, so you're the Solas in the relationship!

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YEAH, I WANT A INTERDIMENSIONAL PORTAL OUT OF IT, BUT APPARENTLY THAT'D CAUSE THE END OF THE WORLD! BUT TO THAT I HAVE TO SAY WHAT GOOD HAS THE WORLD DONE ANYONE? NOT MUCH! IF ANYTHING, HE SHOULD BE BRINGING ME FLOWERS AND A SORRY - I'M JUST TRYING TO FREE HIM FROM THE CONFINES OF THIS REALITY SO HIS TRUE GENIUS CAN SHINE!

Oookay, so he's not that depraved a freak of nature, then, is he? And his morals can't be that dubious, either, because I know several people who are down for dimension-liberating at any cost. Sounds to me like you guys just want very... very different things out of this relationship.

Try flowers and an apology or something.

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OH, I LOVE THE WAY THAT BRAIN OF YOURS WORKS. FLESH HOMUNCULI AND BONE THEFT ARE FAVORITES OF MINE! BUT NO, I ALREADY TRIED THE LIBERATING HIS DIMENSION THING, AND THAT'S WHY HE BROKE UP WITH ME. BUT IT'S FOR HIS OWN GOOD!

Okay so your options are to build a giant flesh homunculus out of his academic rivals ooooor conquer a city and name it after him and then, I don't know, covertly steal all the bones of its citizens for research? Trying to think of what Hezenkoss would be into.

Your guy's not actually on that level, right?

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WOW, LOOK AT THAT. A HUMAN WITH TASTE. DON'T WORRY, THE OVERLAP MEANS YOU HAVE ADVANCED TASTE. YOU HAVE CAVIAR COMPARED TO EVERYONE ELSES SLOP. WHAT'S THE ADVICE I'M ALL EARS.

...Okay he's checking, like, two of those boxes, which is a little concerning because I actually didn't want my taste to have any overlap with yours, but never mind.

His ex checked all four boxes. I might actually have some good advice.

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ARE YOU ALSO SEEING A SENIOR CITIZEN WITH MORE SEX APPEAL THEN MOST THIS SIDE OF THE MULTIVERSE WHO'S A COMPLETE AND UTTER DEPRAVED FREAK OF NATURE WITH EXTREMELY DUBIOUS MORALS?

I've got strategies but I feel like you and I are seeing very different kinds of people.

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GOOGLE HOW TO MAKE HIM TAKE ME BACK

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REMEMBER : THE BELL COULD BE TOLLING FOR ANYONE. DON'T WORRY ABOUT IT.

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I ALWAYS HAVE SOMETHING HELPFUL TO SAY. IT'S NOT MY FAULT YOU LACK VISION.

Don't you ever got anything helpful to say?

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I HAVEN'T EVEN DONE SHIT YET

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IT'S FEBRUARY THE SEVENTH YOU'VE GOT ELEVEN MONTHS LEFT PAL

what a year

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@underworldsarcade sent in ; How very unsugoi of you. from mabel ... 2 !!

He looks absolutely scandalized at such a claim; him? Unsugoi? The very notion is deeply insulting. He gasps and everything, a hand held to his chest. Disregard the still wet nail polish that he risks ruining by doing so, his reputation is on the line here! He'd figured Shooting Star was all for really good design choices - what happened to the dolphin with three arms? Buff waffle guards? Nail art resembling roadkill should be golden!

"C'MON, THAT WASN'T EVEN THE WORST THING I COULD'VE SUGGESTED. I THINK IT WAS GOOD!"