child of god

this time its ghost slumpin’ into her, long arms tangling themselves around her waist as he digs his head into her chest ( nice ), “lik’.. a week ?” 

“ if they stare i’ll just add ‘em to the bunch, ” somethin’ like joy drips from his tone even through his inability to feel it, zayvin shrugs his shoulder bringing the strap of the back up for better security  ─  in one of his hands he holds one of the stolen controllers, the tip of a dirtied bloody fingernail twirling with the joystick.. the hungry call of the hounds stomach isn’t lost on the demon either, it rings in his ears like the overly sweet call of opportunity, “what, don’t chu wanna play with me ? i’ll even share my snacks.” he says in his friendliest falsetto.

“ oh hey doll ~ ” he looks a mess, dirt on his face with the smell of death so strong it looks like stink lines are comin’ off his head .. he’d been busy keeping his energies up, but now he’s got a backpack slung on his shoulder full of human treats to live off of, with all this free time it was only right he visit his favorite pound puppy  ─  “ guess who stole a playstation and two controllers ? ” @sacrillege​

ghosts forehead moves to nuzzle against lenore’s own, giving her a lil smooch to her bedhead, “ yeh, bit i really mean it this time. ” done packin’ each an individual pipe, a free hand moves to press the end of one to lenore’s lip, other arm coming to rest across her shoulders; lighter held tightly between his knuckles ─  “ bein’ in me company fur th' night ain’t enough ? ” of course not, he knew it wasn’t going to be that easy, “ whatcha want ? ”

“  if ah knew ye weren’t gonnae help ah woulda left ye in the car a’ weekend. ” he’s only half jokin’  ─  a grunt as he drops the heavy bags he’d been carrying and sets them down ‘pon the grass before sittin’ his ass down on the rotting trunk of a fallen tree .. they’d finally made it to their campsite, and while they still had a fire to start and a tent to pitch up, ghost was more than ready to begin their summer camp activities  /  from his backpack he pulls a ziplock bag halfway full of shrooms, as well as a few chocolate bars ( to help with the shrooms awful taste ), “ ye wanna twix ta go with it, or a hershey ? ” he ain’t waiting tho, and has already begun to shove one of the mushrooms into his mouth. @nitebit​

“ it’ll be fun, ” he mumbles, trying to sound convincing as he goes messin’ with the pipe in his hands  ─  fingers pinching and pressing together the loose mix of powders he has guarded in a small plastic bag beside himself  /  just a lil somethin’ to lift the spirits .. and hopefully convince the hound in helping out with his endeavors, “ gon’ be loads ah deid bodies ta pick pocket an’ uh, munch on. ” @sacrillege​.