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Sticks & Bones // IC Inbox
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Yes, of course. I was thinking something simple- just a sweater and a skirt, with lilies embroidered somewhere. I was hoping for something airy enough for the warm days but protective enough for the cold...
( as she speaks, the green tea cream bunny decides that it's time to explore. so it leaps off her shoulder and plops gently on the floor before bouncing around. she watches it but otherwise, he is a very good boy, so it should be fine, right? )
( as she speaks, the green tea cream bunny decides that it's time to explore. so it leaps off her shoulder and plops gently on the floor before bouncing around. she watches it but otherwise, he is a very good boy, so it should be fine, right? )
Haha, I can do that. [sitting down to draw something out, but
the cream bnuuy is on the ground, and this means Dachie in the corner assumes the WIDE STANCE and pauses, watching it plonk around...
His tailfeathers wag.
He lunges.
He picks up the bunny in his beak, sits down, and starts grooming it like a father.]
the cream bnuuy is on the ground, and this means Dachie in the corner assumes the WIDE STANCE and pauses, watching it plonk around...
His tailfeathers wag.
He lunges.
He picks up the bunny in his beak, sits down, and starts grooming it like a father.]
[He's got that fruity lipgloss on as usual. Bet Wolfwood is so surprised by this.]
Am I? You're the one doing all the work, h-aha...
[Watching Wolfwood fuck his thighs is awakening a whole new monster in Ain. Hi... not only is it nice but it's just fun to see. And he gets a nice view of Wolfwood's chest heaving and his hips moving and the flush over his face to boot!
He presses his thighs a touch closer together, or rather: tenses the muscles so that the grip is just a touch firmer.]
You're really hot too~.
Am I? You're the one doing all the work, h-aha...
[Watching Wolfwood fuck his thighs is awakening a whole new monster in Ain. Hi... not only is it nice but it's just fun to see. And he gets a nice view of Wolfwood's chest heaving and his hips moving and the flush over his face to boot!
He presses his thighs a touch closer together, or rather: tenses the muscles so that the grip is just a touch firmer.]
You're really hot too~.
[ A PROBLEM - ]
Good. [ He states, quickly. Slapping two plates of eggs onto the table - you have sunny-side-up eggs and scrambled eggs. The scrambled eggs look a bit fancy, but both of these eggs? They taste like egg. ]
Eat them, and decide which is the best.
Good. [ He states, quickly. Slapping two plates of eggs onto the table - you have sunny-side-up eggs and scrambled eggs. The scrambled eggs look a bit fancy, but both of these eggs? They taste like egg. ]
Eat them, and decide which is the best.
[Oh boy, it's time for Ain's Egg Review!
He eats the scrambled eggs first, shovelling them quickly into his mouth and chewing contemplatively.]
Mm... hm.
[And then the sunny side up one, down the hatch!]
Mm...
[The taste, the texture, the seasoning or lack thereof, the presentation...
...]
They both suck, haha.
He eats the scrambled eggs first, shovelling them quickly into his mouth and chewing contemplatively.]
Mm... hm.
[And then the sunny side up one, down the hatch!]
Mm...
[The taste, the texture, the seasoning or lack thereof, the presentation...
...]
They both suck, haha.
[He's shocked. SHOCKED I tell you. The sweetness causes Wolfwood to smirk as he draws away and drags his tongue across his teeth, readjusting his grip on Ain's thighs to make sure his legs won't fall over as he picks up the pace, just a little bit.]
Eh...ain't work if it's fun work. I could do this all day.
[His tail loops behind him as he says that, baring his teeth in a haughty grin all while he thrusts inbetween his legs deep from tip to hilt, hitting Ain right up in the middle of his torso just the way he'd be if he were inside instead of out.]
Eh...ain't work if it's fun work. I could do this all day.
[His tail loops behind him as he says that, baring his teeth in a haughty grin all while he thrusts inbetween his legs deep from tip to hilt, hitting Ain right up in the middle of his torso just the way he'd be if he were inside instead of out.]
[Sometime during the day when Ain checks the door, he'll find a little box that's been wrapped up with brown parchment paper. It's kindof messily done, like the person who did it doesn't really know what they're doing, and the paper all done up with some fraying twine. Affixed to where the knot is closed is a little wooden carving of a deer, and when removed it's apparent that there's more twine attached so it can be worn. Underneath that is a note tied to the box. If Ain digs into the box before the card, he'll find a bunch of homemade cookies sugar inside...over half of them are kindof burnt, and ALL of them are extremely ugly. It's the basic sort of "I've never made cookies in my life ever" effort, but despite this the cookies have been dusted with extra sugar on top (maybe to mask the burned parts).
The note itself reads:]
Hey Ain,
I know you've been having a hard time lately. Not just...LATELY lately, but for a couple months shit just kindof keeps happening. You've been through a lot, and I feel like I ain't really been there for you when you needed me, or I couldn't prevent you from hurting in some way, or...just haven't done right. I'm sorry. I know I fuck up a lot, and I ain't really the best guy to be seeing, but that don't mean I don't care about you. I'm sorry you've been having to shoulder so much. Know it's gotta be even more now, with how insane this month has been.
I love you, okay? I just want you to know that. And you can talk to me about anything, any time, even if I ain't the best person to give advice a lot of the time.
...I don't know if these are edible, so if they suck you can throw them out. I'm sorry I wrote this shitty letter instead of talking to you in person, I just wanted to make sure I said it right and didn't fuck up my words and all that.
Maybe sometime we can do something, when shit is less crazy and there ain't snakes everywhere. We could go to the beach, maybe...or just watch movies in the therapy building. I dunno, whatever you wanna do. Just like to spend time with you.
Try not to let shit get you down. I'm here for you, warts and all.
-Nicholas
The note itself reads:]
Hey Ain,
I know you've been having a hard time lately. Not just...LATELY lately, but for a couple months shit just kindof keeps happening. You've been through a lot, and I feel like I ain't really been there for you when you needed me, or I couldn't prevent you from hurting in some way, or...just haven't done right. I'm sorry. I know I fuck up a lot, and I ain't really the best guy to be seeing, but that don't mean I don't care about you. I'm sorry you've been having to shoulder so much. Know it's gotta be even more now, with how insane this month has been.
I love you, okay? I just want you to know that. And you can talk to me about anything, any time, even if I ain't the best person to give advice a lot of the time.
...I don't know if these are edible, so if they suck you can throw them out. I'm sorry I wrote this shitty letter instead of talking to you in person, I just wanted to make sure I said it right and didn't fuck up my words and all that.
Maybe sometime we can do something, when shit is less crazy and there ain't snakes everywhere. We could go to the beach, maybe...or just watch movies in the therapy building. I dunno, whatever you wanna do. Just like to spend time with you.
Try not to let shit get you down. I'm here for you, warts and all.
-Nicholas
[Ain is quite literally wibbling as he reads this like... man. It's so nice of Wolfwood to reach out after the hellmonth he's gone through. ...hell3months. Maybe more. It's fine.
He's just super down on himself lately. For reasons. He's going to stare at this deer and then stare at the owl carving necklace he already has, and... put them on the same cord because he can't decide which one he wants to wear more. Yeah. This is good for now. They'll clack together, but he'll separate them with a bead or something later.
...
He's mid shoving a cookie in his mouth and wibbling when he reads "warts and all" and pauses to touch his face like. Do I have warts. I'd better not have warts those take forever to go away. Oh god my skincare routine. etc.
...
Ain will eat another 5 burnt cookies before he feels good enough to go find Wolfwood and cry on him instead. Hi hope you wanted more BAC bitch—]
He's just super down on himself lately. For reasons. He's going to stare at this deer and then stare at the owl carving necklace he already has, and... put them on the same cord because he can't decide which one he wants to wear more. Yeah. This is good for now. They'll clack together, but he'll separate them with a bead or something later.
...
He's mid shoving a cookie in his mouth and wibbling when he reads "warts and all" and pauses to touch his face like. Do I have warts. I'd better not have warts those take forever to go away. Oh god my skincare routine. etc.
...
Ain will eat another 5 burnt cookies before he feels good enough to go find Wolfwood and cry on him instead. Hi hope you wanted more BAC bitch—]
[Oh don't worry Ain he was talking about himself, not you, and the warts are a metaphor. Maybe someday he'll realize he should stop using expressions with you he's so sorry-
ANYWAY SPINS THE WHEEL AGAIN WOLFWOOD IS AAAT...the church, let's say. Why not come full circle to the place where Wolfwood nearly Ruined Everything. He's not been fully able to 100% ensure the snakes haven't been crawling in through the gaps in the rafters and walls as repairs are still happening slowly, but it does seem that the flowers grow close to here enough that the snakes mostly steer clear. That, and the plant pigeons do not like them, at all. The second they see a snake they will descend on it and peck it until it either leaves or dies, there's no inbetween.
Suffice it to say, he's on his feet in the middle of the aisle checking between the pews for snakes when he hears the doors open, and before he knows it Ain has thrown himself into his arms before he can greet him or anything.
And he's- oh no.]
Woah- hey! Hey...what's the matter?
[He drops everything he was doing to lower his arms and loop them loosely around Ain, holding him like that for a moment before reaching up to try to cup his face between both hands.]
ANYWAY SPINS THE WHEEL AGAIN WOLFWOOD IS AAAT...the church, let's say. Why not come full circle to the place where Wolfwood nearly Ruined Everything. He's not been fully able to 100% ensure the snakes haven't been crawling in through the gaps in the rafters and walls as repairs are still happening slowly, but it does seem that the flowers grow close to here enough that the snakes mostly steer clear. That, and the plant pigeons do not like them, at all. The second they see a snake they will descend on it and peck it until it either leaves or dies, there's no inbetween.
Suffice it to say, he's on his feet in the middle of the aisle checking between the pews for snakes when he hears the doors open, and before he knows it Ain has thrown himself into his arms before he can greet him or anything.
And he's- oh no.]
Woah- hey! Hey...what's the matter?
[He drops everything he was doing to lower his arms and loop them loosely around Ain, holding him like that for a moment before reaching up to try to cup his face between both hands.]
[Normally a man throwing himself into someone's arms would be a fever dream come true, but unfortunately... unfortunately Ain is simply sniffling while he squishes his face against Wolfwood.]
Your note was really sweet, [he begins, because a lot of it is happy tears! He's happy to be so loved!] And I really like the cookies.
[More because Wolfwood made them than anything.]
M'just... am I a bad person?
Your note was really sweet, [he begins, because a lot of it is happy tears! He's happy to be so loved!] And I really like the cookies.
[More because Wolfwood made them than anything.]
M'just... am I a bad person?
...what?
[????
Oh, Wolfwood's heart immediately sinks. He keeps Ain's face cradled gently between his palms, using his thumbs to brush his tears away as he shakes his head quickly.]
No, fuck no. What makes you think that? You didn't...feel like that from my letter, did you?
[Oh god he thought writing it out would be helpful don't tell him he STILL somehow fucked it up
(He is stupid, please help him)]
[????
Oh, Wolfwood's heart immediately sinks. He keeps Ain's face cradled gently between his palms, using his thumbs to brush his tears away as he shakes his head quickly.]
No, fuck no. What makes you think that? You didn't...feel like that from my letter, did you?
[Oh god he thought writing it out would be helpful don't tell him he STILL somehow fucked it up
(He is stupid, please help him)]
No, no! I'm just having a bad time, like you said! I really appreciated the letter. I'm just going through a lot right now, I guess. I...
[He's tired of standing suddenly. He's going to go sit on one of the uncomfortable wooden pews and rub his eyes.]
...Mr. Ancient asked me if the reason people call me the town whore is because I flirt. Essentially. I was trying to flirt with him, but anyway... [Does Wolfwood even know about the Allegations because Hoo.] ...and Mr. Knight was the one who thought that I was doing that kind of work, and told me and Ezell about it at the bar. He said it was a respected profession and we cleared up the misunderstanding, and I thought it was kind of funny at first, but...
The way Ezell was offended by it makes me think it's a bad thing to be seen that way. And Mr. Bartender called me a whore the other day, and Ezell got upset about that too. And now Mr. Ancient might think I am, even though he tried to make me feel better when I got upset in front of him.
...
Am I really that bad? Do people hate me?
[He's tired of standing suddenly. He's going to go sit on one of the uncomfortable wooden pews and rub his eyes.]
...Mr. Ancient asked me if the reason people call me the town whore is because I flirt. Essentially. I was trying to flirt with him, but anyway... [Does Wolfwood even know about the Allegations because Hoo.] ...and Mr. Knight was the one who thought that I was doing that kind of work, and told me and Ezell about it at the bar. He said it was a respected profession and we cleared up the misunderstanding, and I thought it was kind of funny at first, but...
The way Ezell was offended by it makes me think it's a bad thing to be seen that way. And Mr. Bartender called me a whore the other day, and Ezell got upset about that too. And now Mr. Ancient might think I am, even though he tried to make me feel better when I got upset in front of him.
...
Am I really that bad? Do people hate me?
[Wolfwood...has heard inklings. Obviously wasn't there when the original misunderstanding happened (he didn't go to the bar that night, he was still too pissed to be around people really), but since then he's seen the Netbook. He reads everything that shows up there, even if he doesn't get involved, and that was something he chose not to because he had enough self awareness to realize if he had he would have just made it worse. He'd already been pissed off enough, it's very likely he wouldn't have kept his tone in check.
Anyway...Wolfwood wishes there were someplace nicer to sit, but the pews will have to do. He'll walk over with him and sit close to his side, moving to shrug off his blazer so he can drape it over Ain's shoulders instead, putting an arm around him from there afterwards.
What a mess. He exhales deeply and presses his cheek against Ain's temple just shy of where his horns begin, giving his arm a little squeeze.]
You ain't bad. And people don't hate you. Feel like most people here are emotionally high-strung enough that they'd say that shit to your face if they did.
[He says that in a kindof-derogatory way, but he doesn't particularly care. Not like anyone's around to have their feelings hurt by him being snide.
His tail shifts after a moment, carefully worming its way behind Ain so that can wrap around him, too.]
A misunderstandin' is fine, or whatever. We all got different...things we feel some kind of way about from home, and it ain't always gonna line up with what everyone else thinks. "Whore" as a term is like...some people don't mind it, but it can be used and seen as an insult, which is prolly why Ezell got upset. I saw Luca mention he was just teasin' you, so he prolly didn't see it as an insult. But...
It's okay to tell people you don't wanna be called somethin' like that, even if it's just a joke. What's a joke to somebody else might not be a joke to you. Yaknow? ...but I guess you wouldn't be askin' me that if you knew how to feel about it, huh.
Anyway...Wolfwood wishes there were someplace nicer to sit, but the pews will have to do. He'll walk over with him and sit close to his side, moving to shrug off his blazer so he can drape it over Ain's shoulders instead, putting an arm around him from there afterwards.
What a mess. He exhales deeply and presses his cheek against Ain's temple just shy of where his horns begin, giving his arm a little squeeze.]
You ain't bad. And people don't hate you. Feel like most people here are emotionally high-strung enough that they'd say that shit to your face if they did.
[He says that in a kindof-derogatory way, but he doesn't particularly care. Not like anyone's around to have their feelings hurt by him being snide.
His tail shifts after a moment, carefully worming its way behind Ain so that can wrap around him, too.]
A misunderstandin' is fine, or whatever. We all got different...things we feel some kind of way about from home, and it ain't always gonna line up with what everyone else thinks. "Whore" as a term is like...some people don't mind it, but it can be used and seen as an insult, which is prolly why Ezell got upset. I saw Luca mention he was just teasin' you, so he prolly didn't see it as an insult. But...
It's okay to tell people you don't wanna be called somethin' like that, even if it's just a joke. What's a joke to somebody else might not be a joke to you. Yaknow? ...but I guess you wouldn't be askin' me that if you knew how to feel about it, huh.
[The more Wolfwood cuddles up to him, the more Ain melts like cotton candy into his side. He is so ooey gooey in this man's arms right now. Listening, too, although the last part makes him quietly laugh... and not really for any good reasons.]
I can't say that. Everyone's mad at me right now for nicknaming people. I'm not gonna open myself up for further conversation.
...
Mr. Ancient's mad at me right now because of the nicknames, too. I didn't know he ever wanted me to call him by name. [He's mad for a whole host of reasons but shhh.] And when I told him that I essentially hoped the others would show up here too, he got on my case about how I clearly want everyone else to be kidnapped here like us...
Haha. I'm a bad person. I'm greedy, and I'm selfish, and I want things I can't have. I'm a whore, and possessive, and need to learn to read the room and talk to people. People don't like me, they just tolerate me because they have to, because I'm here and I'm useful enough to not completely ostracize. And I should just go back to Elrios and be functionally dead so no one has to deal with me.
Right?
I can't say that. Everyone's mad at me right now for nicknaming people. I'm not gonna open myself up for further conversation.
...
Mr. Ancient's mad at me right now because of the nicknames, too. I didn't know he ever wanted me to call him by name. [He's mad for a whole host of reasons but shhh.] And when I told him that I essentially hoped the others would show up here too, he got on my case about how I clearly want everyone else to be kidnapped here like us...
Haha. I'm a bad person. I'm greedy, and I'm selfish, and I want things I can't have. I'm a whore, and possessive, and need to learn to read the room and talk to people. People don't like me, they just tolerate me because they have to, because I'm here and I'm useful enough to not completely ostracize. And I should just go back to Elrios and be functionally dead so no one has to deal with me.
Right?
[Wolfwood listens intently to every word, his hand rubbing slow circles into the middle of Ain's shoulders as he pours his heart out to him. Here he was, thinking he was just giving Ain a little pick-me-up after he's very clearly been having a rough go of it lately. He never would have guessed that Ain was holding onto these kinds of feelings about himself.
It's hard. He...really feels like he isn't the best person to give Ain the proper words he needs to hear here, because he knows he's not good with them. He's not good with people in general, even if he's made strides to improve himself during his time in the Grove. But...
He cares. Unfortunately, he cares too much not to at least try.]
I didn't wanna say anything about him before, because I know you were missing your friends...and I knew you'd be excited to know that he was back. But this Mr. Ancient guy is kindof a dick.
[Shockingly, he's not just saying that to try to make Ain feel less of him, or anything. Ain's never going to change his opinion of Add via something Wolfwood does or does not say. All Wolfwood can do is call it like it is.]
You ain't a mindreader. And missing people...wantin' to see them again, even if it means they come here? That's not a fucking crime. I don't know what crawled up his ass and died, but it sounds like there's a lot he's projecting onto you that ain't really your fault.
[He brings his hand around a little as he talks, using the edge of his knuckles to brush Ain's bangs out of his eyes.]
I think I've said this before, but all those things don't make you a bad person. They make you human. [And before Ain can reply "but I'm not human-"] You're not a regular human, sure, but that don't really matter. And all that bad stuff you're sayin' about yourself just ain't true, Ain.
[Wolfwood uses his hand framing Ain's face to gently nudge it up to look at him, his eyes half closed and his expression serious. A little sad, maybe.]
That little voice in your head...it's feedin' on the bad shit and tryin' to convince you you're bad, but you're just a person like everybody else. You make mistakes, and maybe you say stuff you shouldn't...when the hell haven't I been doin' that left and right? [He will not tell Ain about his fight with Add now is not the time-] Nobody's askin' you to be perfect all the time. Cause if you were, you wouldn't be Ain anymore.
[He rests their foreheads together, gently.]
And I kinda don't wanna lose that guy.
It's hard. He...really feels like he isn't the best person to give Ain the proper words he needs to hear here, because he knows he's not good with them. He's not good with people in general, even if he's made strides to improve himself during his time in the Grove. But...
He cares. Unfortunately, he cares too much not to at least try.]
I didn't wanna say anything about him before, because I know you were missing your friends...and I knew you'd be excited to know that he was back. But this Mr. Ancient guy is kindof a dick.
[Shockingly, he's not just saying that to try to make Ain feel less of him, or anything. Ain's never going to change his opinion of Add via something Wolfwood does or does not say. All Wolfwood can do is call it like it is.]
You ain't a mindreader. And missing people...wantin' to see them again, even if it means they come here? That's not a fucking crime. I don't know what crawled up his ass and died, but it sounds like there's a lot he's projecting onto you that ain't really your fault.
[He brings his hand around a little as he talks, using the edge of his knuckles to brush Ain's bangs out of his eyes.]
I think I've said this before, but all those things don't make you a bad person. They make you human. [And before Ain can reply "but I'm not human-"] You're not a regular human, sure, but that don't really matter. And all that bad stuff you're sayin' about yourself just ain't true, Ain.
[Wolfwood uses his hand framing Ain's face to gently nudge it up to look at him, his eyes half closed and his expression serious. A little sad, maybe.]
That little voice in your head...it's feedin' on the bad shit and tryin' to convince you you're bad, but you're just a person like everybody else. You make mistakes, and maybe you say stuff you shouldn't...when the hell haven't I been doin' that left and right? [He will not tell Ain about his fight with Add now is not the time-] Nobody's askin' you to be perfect all the time. Cause if you were, you wouldn't be Ain anymore.
[He rests their foreheads together, gently.]
And I kinda don't wanna lose that guy.
Nooo, he's really nice... [Ain.] He said he cared about me after we got into a screaming match... [AIN.] He just has a hard time expressing himself, he only pretends to be mean sometimes...
[Like always, Ain has no standards for how he should be treated, except for in these few incidents where he thinks to himself "wow that makes me sad :)" and then proceeds to not do anything about it other than sit on it for 3-5 business days before exploding.
This is one of those times. Wolfwood is probably familiar with the pattern.]
Making mistakes is... really hard to deal with. And I feel like I've done nothing but screw up recently. Worse than usual! I'll admit I've made mistakes, but they didn't seem as dire until now! I'm still trying to understand where I went wrong in a lot of things, but it's difficult... it's not like they teach you this in human school.
[Human school, which he's never gone to.]
[Like always, Ain has no standards for how he should be treated, except for in these few incidents where he thinks to himself "wow that makes me sad :)" and then proceeds to not do anything about it other than sit on it for 3-5 business days before exploding.
This is one of those times. Wolfwood is probably familiar with the pattern.]
Making mistakes is... really hard to deal with. And I feel like I've done nothing but screw up recently. Worse than usual! I'll admit I've made mistakes, but they didn't seem as dire until now! I'm still trying to understand where I went wrong in a lot of things, but it's difficult... it's not like they teach you this in human school.
[Human school, which he's never gone to.]
[Wolfwood knows if he were to be like "he doesn't MEAN that he's AWFUL DUMP HIM etc", he would be a hypocrite. He has exhibited the same behaviors in the past. He's yelled at people he cares about, and said things he didn't really mean...he's called people things he shouldn't. The one thing he can say he hasn't done is "pretend to be mean". Ain, honey, what kind of justification for bullshit behavior is that?
He frowns, the bridge of his nose wrinkling so hard it causes his shades to shift.]
Okay. But did he apologize? Or did he just say that because you were clearly upset 'cause he yelled at you?
[You know, just to get Ain to stop crying?
...ugh. He can't. Project TOO much, here. He wasn't there, he doesn't know what happened exactly other than how Ain is telling it, but fuck.
With a heavy, full-body sigh, Wolfwood gives Ain a little squeeze with his arm.]
That's the shitty thing. Bout bein' human. You don't learn any of this until you make the mistake, usually. Then something in your brain clicks on to be like "oh fuck, don't do that again!".
But it ain't always your fault. Sometimes it's...a situation that goes bad, or a misunderstandin'...you can't always blame yourself when shit doesn't go well.
He frowns, the bridge of his nose wrinkling so hard it causes his shades to shift.]
Okay. But did he apologize? Or did he just say that because you were clearly upset 'cause he yelled at you?
[You know, just to get Ain to stop crying?
...ugh. He can't. Project TOO much, here. He wasn't there, he doesn't know what happened exactly other than how Ain is telling it, but fuck.
With a heavy, full-body sigh, Wolfwood gives Ain a little squeeze with his arm.]
That's the shitty thing. Bout bein' human. You don't learn any of this until you make the mistake, usually. Then something in your brain clicks on to be like "oh fuck, don't do that again!".
But it ain't always your fault. Sometimes it's...a situation that goes bad, or a misunderstandin'...you can't always blame yourself when shit doesn't go well.
Oh-! Hehe.
( the bunny tastes sweet- it's fur is cream, but somehow dachie's grooming isn't doing any damage to it. thank goodness, or this visit would become tragic on so many levels. the bunny just plops where he's placed, accepting his fate with glee.
lily watches for a moment, fond, before looking back to ain and his work. )
Your pet seems very sweet.
( the bunny tastes sweet- it's fur is cream, but somehow dachie's grooming isn't doing any damage to it. thank goodness, or this visit would become tragic on so many levels. the bunny just plops where he's placed, accepting his fate with glee.
lily watches for a moment, fond, before looking back to ain and his work. )
Your pet seems very sweet.
[ That irks him, not because he says it in the way that he does but because - ]
Then pick which DAMN one sucks less, [ The other person has the vibes of someone who is going to TROLL THE HELL out of him, and Bakugo might bite, but he sure as hell won't without a fight. ] you idiot.
[ Listen, at least he ate both. ]
Then pick which DAMN one sucks less, [ The other person has the vibes of someone who is going to TROLL THE HELL out of him, and Bakugo might bite, but he sure as hell won't without a fight. ] you idiot.
[ Listen, at least he ate both. ]
[There's no dumping him!! They're not even together!!! Anyway, uh:]
He didn't apologise... we moved onto other topics anyway. He kept denying that he complimented me too and saying him touching my horns and face was because he was trying to do his science stuff he normally does, and that the poison made him misspeak... stuff like that. I don't think he knew he upset me after he started yelling. I don't like showing a lot of emotion in front of him.
[WONDER WHY]
I've been really emotional lately anyway, so it's okay. It's not his fault I'm like this. It definitely started before he showed up here.
[He whines when Wolfwood squeezes him, but otherwise stays still and simply lies against him. He wishes he could be peppy and bouncy like usual, but it's starting to feel fake now when he tries. It feels like when he used to act cheerful and smiley but was internally pissed off, unhappy, or otherwise years ago... ugh, he wants to go back to when things were widely "rough, but we were all okay" — with the El Search Party, where the evil forces were at least killable and he used to go to bed relatively assured of their tomorrows.
He sniffles a little, then turns his head to bury it against Wolfwood's lapels.]
He didn't apologise... we moved onto other topics anyway. He kept denying that he complimented me too and saying him touching my horns and face was because he was trying to do his science stuff he normally does, and that the poison made him misspeak... stuff like that. I don't think he knew he upset me after he started yelling. I don't like showing a lot of emotion in front of him.
[WONDER WHY]
I've been really emotional lately anyway, so it's okay. It's not his fault I'm like this. It definitely started before he showed up here.
[He whines when Wolfwood squeezes him, but otherwise stays still and simply lies against him. He wishes he could be peppy and bouncy like usual, but it's starting to feel fake now when he tries. It feels like when he used to act cheerful and smiley but was internally pissed off, unhappy, or otherwise years ago... ugh, he wants to go back to when things were widely "rough, but we were all okay" — with the El Search Party, where the evil forces were at least killable and he used to go to bed relatively assured of their tomorrows.
He sniffles a little, then turns his head to bury it against Wolfwood's lapels.]
[Oh, Ain...
As Ain turns to bury himself against his front, Wolfwood in turn holds Ain close to his chest, bringing his arm fully around him in an actual embrace. He's still rubbing his shoulders, though now he's taken to pressing his lips to his temple, taking a moment to breathe his way through the seething rage he feels towards Add right now. Like. What the fuck. He knows the guy probably struggles with emotions as much as he does but that's an absurd level of fucking it up.]
Emotional or not, that's no excuse to treat you like that.
[He says this quietly, keeping his voice low for Ain's benefit. Ain constantly making excuses for Add just gives him free reign to trample all over him...and he knows the guy will probably do it again to save face or whatever, if given the chance.
His tail lashes once, but after that he cools it enough to wrap it gently around Ain's middle.]
You didn't do anything wrong. You were just reactin' to what he was doin' and sayin' at the time. He can make excuses all he wants, but you don't become a different person when you're hopped up on shit. That ain't how it works.
[Smooches his forehead...]
M'sorry that happened to you.
As Ain turns to bury himself against his front, Wolfwood in turn holds Ain close to his chest, bringing his arm fully around him in an actual embrace. He's still rubbing his shoulders, though now he's taken to pressing his lips to his temple, taking a moment to breathe his way through the seething rage he feels towards Add right now. Like. What the fuck. He knows the guy probably struggles with emotions as much as he does but that's an absurd level of fucking it up.]
Emotional or not, that's no excuse to treat you like that.
[He says this quietly, keeping his voice low for Ain's benefit. Ain constantly making excuses for Add just gives him free reign to trample all over him...and he knows the guy will probably do it again to save face or whatever, if given the chance.
His tail lashes once, but after that he cools it enough to wrap it gently around Ain's middle.]
You didn't do anything wrong. You were just reactin' to what he was doin' and sayin' at the time. He can make excuses all he wants, but you don't become a different person when you're hopped up on shit. That ain't how it works.
[Smooches his forehead...]
M'sorry that happened to you.
No, it's okay. I guess that's what I get for having someone unfriendly show up. I should've hoped for someone else. Ms. Elf is nice to talk to. [Rena would Scrungle you for a long talk about your mental health, do you really want that.] Or Mr. Half-Demon... or Ms. Queen.
[He does not mention Elsword, everyone knows how he feels about Elsword. He would stalk the Elswords interacting like a strange little bug. It would be very bad for everyone involved.]
I'm okay. [girl] It's just because I've had a rough few months, normally I can handle him and everything else going on.
[He does not mention Elsword, everyone knows how he feels about Elsword. He would stalk the Elswords interacting like a strange little bug. It would be very bad for everyone involved.]
I'm okay. [girl] It's just because I've had a rough few months, normally I can handle him and everything else going on.
They're both unseasoned, and the texture is horrible. There's no presentation on the sunny-side up one, but the presentation on the scrambled eggs was nicer. Presentation isn't everything, though, and these are both good examples of that. If you were going to try to prove that fact, I'd give them both an A plus~.
But, I'll give the scrambled eggs a pass because the presentation was at least pleasant. Does that make you happy, Mr. Pushy?
But, I'll give the scrambled eggs a pass because the presentation was at least pleasant. Does that make you happy, Mr. Pushy?
Haha, he loves small animals. He thinks he's a father.
[You cannot take fatherhood away from him :((( lick lick lick]
His name is Dachie. Does your bunny rabbit have a name?
[All said as he's quickly sketching something out, good god does he move fast.]
[You cannot take fatherhood away from him :((( lick lick lick]
His name is Dachie. Does your bunny rabbit have a name?
[All said as he's quickly sketching something out, good god does he move fast.]
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