CITRUS

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--Are now on an indeterminate-to-permanent hiatus.

I have no time (or desire, really), to focus on these blogs again, and they’re henceforth being retired to discord-and-art only roleplay characters.

❛On th’ surface. Ireland,❜ he replies simply, letting head rest against the other’s lap. Pear might be biased, but so is Dingo. Though, he might just be hopefully in love and just refuses to fully accept it yet, even though it’s bluntly obvious to an outside view.

At least, he’s happy.

❛Yer free ter’ check th’ place out once it’s done.❜

“Yeah? I’d like tha’, if ya don’t mind me visitin’ from time to time.”

Dingo’s head rests on his knee, and he continues to pet along the back of his skull. Staring at the other man’s face, he notices at last that the scar that was once just above his tooth, now spreads across his face.

“When’d ya get tha’? When you did tha’ fight for captaincy?”

 The pets are appreciated, tail thumping lightly against the ground, softly grinning to the other, ❛Oi wus wantin’ it ter be a surprise.❜ he grunts quietly. 

Dingo’s used to being on the floor, never really was bothered by it either. It left room to be able to comfortably rest his head in someone’s lap and get some good pets. The surprise has since been sown since this interaction, but he tried so hard to keep it a surprise. Oh well.

“Yeah? Well, if its for smiley jackass, he’ll love it, I’m sure. He likes everythin’ ya make, I’m sure.” Pear’s kinda biased that way. 

Citrus continues to pet the others head.

Pyro lets out a little ‘oh!’ when he sees Hayseed peeking out. Oh. Oh no, that’s cute. He hadn’t expected the little guy to be in there. He stares back for a moment, before looking back down to his guitar, focusing more on what he’s doing, blushing in slight embarrassment at the extra eyes on him.

Pup gets up and crawls over to rest his head on Pyro’s leg, now able to clearly see Citrus, and notice his fellow bitty atop the swap skeleton’s head, under his bandanna. He stares at the two, before his eye sockets slowly close again, lost in the music.

Hayseed crawls out a little more, and now rests atop Citrus’s head, tiny hands tucked into the pockets of a fittingly small jacket. Then, he begins to sway.

Pyro hums, closing his sockets, “*i like listenin to music with ya..” And it never got boring, honestly. Just spending time near Citrus made Pyro’s day so much better. You see, he’s very gay.

He listens closely to the notes Citrus plays, before following along, while still holding onto the song he was just playing, creating a nice mix of the two.

Pyro suddenly perks, looking over his shoulder at whatever caught his attention, continuing to pluck at strings. The little bitty version of Cujo, Pup, was climbing into the couch. Pyro stares at him for a second, watching as he settles into a spot and quietly stays there, simply listening to the music.

He smiles, turning back to Citrus. “*looks like we got an audience…” His voice is quiet, just loud enough for Citrus to hear him over their combined music, and he nods over to Pup. Said bitty is curled up, eye sockets closed and tail tapping lightly against the couch. He’s very much enjoying this, as is Pyro.

They’re both gay, honestly.

Citrus smiles, seeing the way Pyro looks so relaxed, so content to be playing music alongside him. The fact that his tiny companion seems to be enjoying the display as well is only an added bonus in Citrus’s mind.

“Hayseed likes it too, I think.”

“Course. It’s been a while, and I thought we might wanna do something aside from jus’ listening to music for a change.” Instead, they can make it.

The keyboard rests in front of the couch, and Citrus lets his fingers dance across it, soft notes filling the living room. Idly, he hopes their impromptu jamming session won’t disturb the other residents of Pyro’s new home.

⋆ yep. next step’d normally be sleep but eh

⋆ that ain’t. really workin’ right now

⋆ little wander around outside on the other hand? soundin’ pretty good

⋆ thanks for the suggestion, bud

glad to try an’ help, bud.

똥

⋆ already tried the drinkin’ thing, bud

⋆ just sort’a made it worse. heh

ah. drinkings a coin flip, same as smoking.

A quiet voice down by his elbow draws Citrus’s attention down to it. He’d ended up going to the balcony for a change, to have a smoke, and enjoy the quiet of the evening. Somehow, Hayseed had followed him out. 

Probably slithered under the crack in the door. 

“Yeah. Just needed some fresh air. You should go back in, though. Cold’s not good for serpents, and you’re more snake than bones.”

‘I’ll be fine. I got a coat on.’

Hayseed didn’t plan to stay there for long. Only until Citrus went back into the house. Still. It was chilly, which is why the little creature snuck its way into the pockets of the taller skeletons unzipped jacket, to hide from the chill.

“If ya say so. Won’t be out here much longer. Almost done my smoke.”

‘Okay.’