"We weren't supposed to have a second chance..."

He’s gonna streak through the whole town don’t test him.

There he goes, streaking through town. 

huh :0 interesting! u can always disable it? unless tumblr made it a feature. and if none of that is applicable/its just for my blog it might just be because i use it which i dont think has ever been a thing (re: people seeing you use xkit extensions) but maybe its a new feature, who knows LMAO

“you could say that. never been here before, don’t know what’s goin’ on around here, so on so forth.”

He shrugs off the feeling of insult for the moment, deciding the best use of his energy isn’t anger, “names Iret, what’s yours?”

❌  Huh. Well, the reserve is where us metadoras are kept safe, with our caretakers.

Cross looked down at the skeleton curiously, blinking. He tilted his head to the side, watching him shrug. Well, he didn’t seem angry anymore, so that was a plus.

❌  X, but people call me Cross.

… Tiny one.

“certainly not your nicknames, thats fer sure.”

Ah, oh no, it happened again. He didn’t mean to make the other angry. He’d have to find a better way to greet the small people then. It seemed like a bad thing to say, even when there had been no ill intentions behind it.

❌  Sorry.

are u talkin abt the mutual extension thing or the reblog symbol bc the mutual one is an xkit extension :0

He snorted. “Yeah, you look like you’re a Cross.” It was the monochrome that gave it away. “Other than your comment earlier… its nice to meet you.”

Cross blinked in confusion, but brushed it off. Instead, he tilted his head and shrugged his shoulders. He hadn’t meant to come across as derogatory when he called Slate short.

❌  Sorry.

“My name would be nice.” he scowled lightly. “It’s Slate. Technically. But that doesn’t matter- just call me Slate.”

Now that that was out of the way, he seemed to relax a little. “And you?”

❌  Slate.

He said, a goofy smile on his face. He sat down beside the other, and still, towered over him.

“Well this is the first time I’ve seen a walking, talking…. You.” Slate that wasn’t even clever. But he did huff and crossed him arms. “Don’t call me short. Please.”

Cross looked at Slate curiously, as he huffed and crossed his arms. Not call him short? But he was short! But he did seem to not like it, when he called him such, so he wouldn’t.