* you filthy glitch

              “ * of course. ”

      he says this like this is something he should have expected.             but truly - isn’t it?          ( part of him FIGHTS not to flinch.                                                    two stabs into his ribs from another child                                                    has left him scarred - HIM.                                                                                                                  PATHETIC. )

               obsidian phalanges dust off his clothes; smile unbreakingly wide. he could leave what he’s happened to stumble upon and GO. after all, he was on ‘vacation’ - but no. instead, he allows for the comforting feel of dozens of cobalt strings, live wires of MAGIC, to curl over his arms and legs. PREPARED.

         for a fraction of a moment - obsidian eye-sockets slit into something so venomous he might be someone else, nothing but HATE making his phalanges twitch with the need to string. them. up.

                                 but he... refrains. features pull back into something less hostile,                                        loose strings curling around his bones almost protectively.

you’d also be sorely mistaken

             “ * hm. don’t look like a normal sans, do you? ”

    a bitter, strange laugh that doubles over in a strangely feminine overtone - only to keep on with that feminine voice, prior baritone LOST. iris’ colored and shaped in different manners roave dev curiously, power twining in viti’s very existence, blue strings coiled around and between his ulnas and radius’ like live snakes. he’s not very sure where he is, but he’s INTRIGUED.

                “ * don’t you look absolutely pathetic. ”

          viti’s voice is surprisingly gentle but unsurprised in general as to where he finds himself, or what finds him. whatever this creature is, it’s nothing that begs the focus beyond how new it is, the short ebony skeleton offering a curious tilt of his skull.

      an inquisitive look that borders invasive;                         ruby & cyan flecked cheekbones arched high, brow bone furrowing as if studying far more than the appearance of what was offered. no, he was looking past morty. to the aspects of everything around him, within, behind - as he was made to do.

dropped all my threads here too! go like the starter call! meanwhile;;

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