Chillest of Corpses

Valerie looked up at the absolute downpour happening outside the eave of her shop. Ears were pinned back and a glower was given to Brian. “You aren’t covered in fur, Brian.”

Granted, this was the most energetic Valerie had ever seen Brian. An active zombie that wasn’t out for flesh was something different. Her arms crossed over her chest, claws digging into her fur. Valerie wasn’t a fan of water, sure, but she wasn’t afraid of water.

“I like being wet on my terms, champ.” She grumbled, staring upwards and snarling at a bold drop of water to assault her nose.

Looking back at Brian, he seemed entirely thrilled with the weather. It was weird. Not unwelcome, but definitely strange. There was a moment of quiet between them, enough of the rain making any ASMR junkie jealous. An ear flicked, looking at the zombie with a stern stare.

“You aren’t gonna stop until I get out from under here, are ya?”

“You’re right, but I could get all swollen and bloated n’ stuff, but I’m still enjoying it.” Brian remarks with a smile on his face, opening his mouth as to catch some drops of water in his mouth (mostly a futile act considering most of it falls off the hole of his cheek.). Brian just loves rainy days, they were always so chill, whether by standing down the rain listening to the drops fall, or just staying in having some chocolate and vibing with some music.

Brian kept annoyingly beckoning the girl to join him, truth to be told, the zombie boy didn’t know the cat lady very well, they never spoke much aside from buying stuff from her to raise his chances at scoring. But hey, this could be a chance at bonding and stuff, Brian could use some friends.

Vicky was going full-blown, knees tucked in and slumped shoulders sad-girl before Brian spoke up again. There was a full moment of silent processing as Vicky looked up at the taller guy, before a small, snorting laugh escaped her- quiet at first, as she did her best to hold them back- before burying her face in Brian’s jacket, the muffled laughter shaking her whole body.

Thankfully the both of them were soaked, so if Vicky also let out a couple tears then that was fine.

“Sorry! Sorry- gosh, yeah I was being a bit of a bummer, huh? I just-” She pulled away, wiping at her eyes before leaning against him in a much more relaxed way, “I’ve just been… dealing with some stuff, and I guess it got to me a bit more than I thought- I’m fine! I’m fine, thanks Bri.”

Clumsy or no, it certainly worked- Vicky was smiling once more, huddled next to one of her best friends. Sometimes you just gotta give the old emotional pressure-release valve a quick turn to set your head back on straight, and Brian certainly was the maintenance man for the job.

Brian’s smile got more relaxed as he saw the girl laughing and leaning into him, almost relieved that his attempt to cheer her up didn’t led to an awkward situation. But honestly, Vicky were always so happy-go-lucky it wasn’t a challenge to make her happy, one of the things he really appreciate about her, and is a bit envious of, since Brian isn’t nearly as energetic. 

The zombie boy rested his cheek on top of her head as he looked up, thinking about Vicky had just said, the male had no idea that she was going through a rough time. Brian would try to talk about it, but he’s not exactly the ‘good with words’ type, that usually falls upon Amira or Vicky herself. Brian is more of the chill guy who makes people around him more relaxed. “Tough days, huh? I gotcha. But hey, we’re a team, right? The Undeadies, through thick and thin and stuff...” Brian spoke, trying to be as supportive as he could, even willing to lend an ear if needed, though he might not know what to say. “So um... y’know, need to talk about stuff, my ears are still attached.”

      “Brian.” Not exactly the warmest welcome from the Merprincess, but… Not the harshest either. It was unpleasantly middling, tempting neither extremes, polite yet indifferent. The most he got out of her was her swishing her tail to the side, curving around to her side oppositemost Brian. Definitely standoffish, but… This was Miranda. As far as her grudges went, this wasn’t the worst.

                                     “So it has. And what have you been doing?”

@biteyourcrush​​:

"I think my socks are soaked..." Sadly mumbled by one Victoria Galatea Schmidt

CAUGHT IN THE RAIN SENTENCE STARTERS

@purrency​​

❝ Why are you standing in the rain? ❞

CAUGHT IN THE RAIN SENTENCE STARTERS

“Why not? It feels great!” Brian gaze up, closing his eyes as he felt the small droplets of water falling onto his face. As a drying, decaying corpse, humidity was sorely lacking in his body, aside from the gross decomposing parts, so standing in the rain was like drinking a nice cold beverage, only for his entire body. It was like one of the few ways that the zombie could actually get some high as a zombie.

@atropaanimus​​

❝ You’re soaking wet. ❞

CAUGHT IN THE RAIN SENTENCE STARTERS

Brian instinctively hid his bare chest with the soaked bomber jacket in his hands. Well, this was embarrassing, Brian thought it would be funny to prank some drunk off their asses humans by pretending to be the Swamp thing, but the moment he comes back, his crush catches him taking moss off of his exposed ribs. “Oh Milo, hey...!”

“... I’m doing a Swamp Thing... um... prank...” Brian rubbed the back of his head as he looked away from the cute embodiment of death. “You know, the Swamp Thing, the comic book... character...”

“Yeah sure go for it!” Django’s been eating some ang giving away a few all day anyways. Share the wealth after all or something like that!

“Sweet! Thanks!” Brian promptly grabbed one of the burgers and took a rather large bite off of it, putting his hand on the open side of his cheek to make sure it doesn’t fall out. 

A light flush of embarrassment dusts her own cheeks, avoiding eye contact as magenta eyes keep themselves anywhere but the other.

Uggghhhh… Why did he have to bring it uuuuuup…

“Oh, yeah. Very nice. ‘Hey, I missed ya’! Except, well, I didn’t because I couldn’t, but, I bet I would if I did!’“ Airam would bluntly point out, but, she DID hold a bit of a smirk as she finished.

She gave a low scoff as she shifted her weight with her hips. There was a pause as she tried to FORCE the acknowledgement. “But, yeah … I will.”

Brian gave a knowing nod toward the girl, Airam was never the type to get all touchy-feely with people, so of course that she backtracked. But alas, it’s because of that\ closed off personality that made her admission be a lot more meaningful. 

Brian stood quietly for a couple of seconds, the zombie man isn’t really the type with a lot of game, that combined with the fact that he’s been asleep for god knows how long rusted the remaining skill he had. 

“Hey, you’re hungry?”

Update: Still pulling along a big wagon of burgers! There’s nothing sinister going on here, nope absolutely nothing!

“Well there goes my plans for tha’ weekend, thanks.”

Pff.

… Oh jeez.

This was a little AWKWARD.

The answer was, well, yeah. She supposed she did. But she wasn’t very much an ‘emotionally vulnerable person.’ The realization that, damn, guess she kinda did miss him, huh, makes her uncomfortable.

“Well, who else around here is gonna give some reprieve with these overly obnoxious and rabid assholes, huh?” Airam would go and shrug off.

“Very funny Ai, guess I gotta get used to-Wait...!” It took him a few seconds to process what she just said, finally figuring out that this was her way of saying that she did indeed missed him. Well... that was unexpected, the zombie was hoping for a snarky quip or something of the sort, but nope.

A small purple-ish flush appeared across the man’s face, one hand of his hips as the other rubbed the back of his neck. A small smile on his face as his rotten optics gazed upon the girl.

An odd sound that could only be described as a lowly growl could be heard from the hellish being.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUUHaaaaaaah...” The frightening sound slowly dissipated into a much less scarier one, almost like a... yawn?