MOVED TO @RELAPSENT!

a picture of me wishing i could make pretty graphics for myself and then wanting to die when everything comes out ugly 

           in all honesty,  she isn’t listening to a word he’s saying,  but rather watching the specter she’s been chasing zip around his house.  holtzmann mumbles a few incoherent words,  fidgeting with her gun on her pack,  as it seems to be stuck on a patch.   ❝   y - es,  definitely,  i’ll make sure to l - et them KNOW !   ❞   with little to know warning  ( aside from the  RISE  in her voice  )  holtzmann gracelessly pushes past him and makes her way into the home.  she’s never been in such a extravagant place,  but decides against marveling at the expensive decor.  she has a ghost to catch,  thank you very much.  

         missing yet another social cue,  holtzmann takes abby’s more serious nature as yet another opportunity to joke,  tossing the phone from hand to hand.  ❝   qu - ick question  -  would the world end if i,  hmmmm,  accidentally called dominos and ordered three large extra - four cheese pizzas ?  ❞   a beat.  another mischevious smile.  ❝   asking for a friend.  ❞

         she walks at a pace much slower than chell’s,  eyeing each and every fragment of discarded debris on the floor.  her pouch may or may  NOT  be filled to the brim with various parts  -  but holtzmann never knew when they could come in handy.  in a moment of her usual grace,  the scientist trips over a stray wire,  twisting her body so that she lands on her pouch.  the sound echoes all around,  and she can’t help but laugh.   ❝   ma - ybe this is my body’s way of say - ing that i need a REST !   ❞  

STARTER CALL !

me: thanks

i forgot i redid all my icons thats so lit