THUS WITH A KISS I DIE. ᴬᴾ

He lets out a breath, or imitates the action if he had any to spare. Slim was relieved that his startled reaction was being taken…well? It was better than the endless possibilities going throughout his mind that ended with him being made fun of in some way. He’s well aware they wouldn’t be calling him names, but its a habit he can’t seem to kick yet.

“Ah…I-I understand.” His hands intertwine with his own as he gazes to the woman. The poolshark feels a little more at ease, not too terribly embarrassed about this mishap. “I’m certain he would have reacted…far worse.” Slim manages a little chuckle; at least imagining that green man reacting to the hauntings of this place was a little amusing.

“A-And I’m certain this would have truly frightened him!”

      ‘ that's the spirit, chap ! ’ tonality, finesse of tambour, reverberating 'mong the walls gaily ; husband materializes behind the lone swindler ( miser ; hidden currency betwixt affluence ) gloved palm clasping his other shoulder, enveloping, wife assisting. ‘ o ——— just imagine what terrors await his poor soul if he dare return. ha ! i get giddy just thinking about it. ’ maltreat bodily ——— o, they'd never. cerebral torture ; tormenting the psyche was much more enticing. terrorizing.

     ‘ only if he can bear to lay eyes upon a phantasm ever again, ’ bride affixes, hands folded in lap, tail spiraling aloft. akin to epithet, subservient ghouls hide 'round undulating skirts, moving with a ghastly will of [ the skirt’s ] own. ‘ he's simply no fun. ’ lower lip forms a pout. ‘ he traipses across the floorboards and flees at the mere sighting of a shadow ! and without saying hello ! how rude. ’

@bcllroom

“I-I was definitely not frightened by…that…” He tries to sound confident in what he says, but even he can’t believe himself. Getting spooked by something in this home of theirs, it was just so ridiculous. Thats what the poolshark believed anyway. Whoever heard of a ghost that gets frightened in a haunted mansion? And in one he haunted no less!

“Umm…it won’t happen again…” Slim hopes it won’t. He really didn’t need to be jumping at every little thing that resides within this place. Maybe when he was alone it wouldn’t be that big of a problem, but around other portrait ghosts it just made him wish he was back in his room.

      giggle coquettish ——— vampish and coy as svelte digits brush 'pon sanguine lips, lashes fluttering unison to languid pulse of his heart, sangria 'round his thorax. triumphant chirrups and coos singsong 'round her tail as lesser ghouls materialize, eyes peering from forth dominoes festooned with impish intentions. aloft, husband lingers 'mong the chandelier, inspecting areas once shattered from impact. chaos remains not.

     ‘ o, slim ——— pardon my rude behavior. ’ breasts calm, so too her voice. ‘ they had only wanted to play a little trick on their next unsuspecting victim. ’ glances below ——— shy guys. ‘ unfortunately, you had to suffer.

“You seem to really care about your dancing, its good to have passion like that!”

This is just a facade to hide the fact that the child has no idea if they are ignoring his questions or just answering them in a more ‘flowery’ way then what he is used to. He is just trying to go with it, to not seem stupid. Though honestly he has no idea what they are talking about anymore.

He still wants to know what they are, and about how they do their dancing, but he feels like bringing the questions up again would just make it painfully obvious how blind he is.

      ‘ of course ——— child, ’ baritone lethargic, idling 'pon plush pillows, pellucid torso overturns, rheumy eyes level with the koopaling's own. ‘ we take our craft fervidly. you cannot assume virtuosity without devotion to the art. that's why we're the best ——— the champions across these lands ’ jade irises illuminate ; body dissipates, leaving cheshire grin in its wake, canines glistening.

      ‘ surely, you must have a passion of your own. ’ missus warbles, voice tickling 'neath his ear, though she levitates 'cross the room. ‘ do you? ’ blink ; doe ——— eyed. ‘ o, it'd be awfully sad to hear of wasted youth. especially when a throne awaits, yes? ’ greed. certainly this was one of bowser's children ; and the people be damned had they not known of his tyrannical rule.

The grand way of speaking immediately reminds him of Ludwig when he gets into one of his moods, when he is all about boasting of how amazing his musical talents are. As with his elder brother, Larry is rather content with being a listening ear to someone else’s ego.

“You dance? That sounds really great! How do you do it?”

Even though that had not answered his question at all.

      o lord ; o youth ; bathe these spirits in degeneracy, for what they crave ——— lust after ——— is attention ; recognition ; fame. gluttonous indulgences ; desires ascend higher than anything they could achieve. a brilliant trophy, golden hue, glistening 'neath the chandelier, lies within the heart of the ballroom, representing success ——— worth ——— pride. but they want more.

@bcllroom is following Larry

“What are you supposed t’be?”

The prince looked up curiously, a clawed finger coming to his mouth as he tried to deduce what exactly he was seeing. He didn’t quite get where he was even, but somehow this whole scenario was a lot more interesting to him.

      ego inflates, swelling like a balloon ——— and o, the babe's said nothing more than five words ——— seven syllables ——— succulent, saccharine decadence, nearing a grand finale as specter's eyes flash nine shades of chartreuse.

           HE DIDN’T SEEM SATISFIED WITH THE REASSURANCE …  in fact, it could be said that Biff Atlas was anything but reassured, as he wiped sweat from his brow and looked warily at his ( DESTRUCTION ). “Well, I———” WHAT TO SAY? Blasted words, they never seemed to come to him so easily, so naturally, as they did for others. Biff Atlas feared that every wrongdoing, every false move, he made, would be judged, & CONDEMN him to being hated for the rest of eternity … this was only the first strike, though.

                  He looked up at the one addressing him, keeping well in mind— THREE STRIKES, & YOU’RE OUT!! All he had to worry about was avoiding strikes 2 & 3. “I’ll help, if you want,” came the outburst, out of a mouth he didn’t even realise was his own. “I mean, I’m rather good at moving things, and I—” He shut himself up . { GOD, just dig yourself a grave, why don’t you? }

      familiar fragrance ——— wafting rose, teasing 'neath atlas' nose ——— lingers coquettishly ——— kittenish as it 'rounds his muscles, grazing 'pon pectorals, the most delicate of ghastly flesh, for it contains something so sacred : his heart. pert petals, hue akin to sanguine, materialize first ; wide, solicitous eyes ; and carnation cheeks follow suit, crafting voluptuous visage perched 'pon shapely form. shy guys fleck 'round the billowing fabric of her dress, canary irises staring innocently ——— intently.

       EVERYBODY WANTS TO GO TO HEAVEN.        EVERYBODY WANTS TO GO TO HEAVEN.        EVERYBODY WANTS TO GO TO HEAVEN.

@bcllroom.

                “OH!!!!! Gosh, I’m really sorry about that. I’m REALLY sorry about that.”

      couplet pivots 'pon gyrating tails, stares doe ——— eyed, curious. vinyl lies scattered, littering the floor near the once ——— functional phonograph ; and beside them, the miscreant : a gentle giant, matted with sweat and a desire to do no harm. husband materializes beside the muscleman as wife hushes the inquisitive peeps and squeaks from forth enigmatic masks below.

“And it seems to me you’re just one of king boo’s decoys, something he can use to win his revenge plan. ‘Takes one to know one’ takes a whole new meaning doesn’t it!?” 

      ‘ so you are a sort of chauvinist ! ’ he isn't mad ——— o, quite the opposite ——— rather, his voice booms rapturously gay, tongue dripping with malicious poison, warping prior argument betwixt gnarled digits. ‘ nor do you listen. had we the desire to obey his majesty, luigi would not have left our domain unscathed. at least we can make our own decisions, regardless of the consequences.

“You don’t even know him! He’s sweet, caring, honest, and an all around great guy! What, just because you fought him you know what he’s like!? Have a cup of tea with him and chat and you’ll see for yourself what a wonderful person he is!”

      ‘ oho ——— on the contrary, dearest princess, neither my wife nor myself has ever laid a finger on your precious plumber. but alas, we are dead ; and o, now we are degenerates, losing all sense of class and chivalrous notion as we passed, hm ? certainly that must be what you think of us. but i digress.

      ‘ your highness, allow myself to play the role of the devil's advocate as i concur with the aforementioned. luigi does ——— suck, for a lack of a better term. and quite literally, may i add. ’