#devindicta

         When the haunt feels that pulse in his pocket, he immediately jolts to a stop. A spark of hope shocking through him as he rapidly digs it out, ever gently once he has the object in his large hand. Careful with this special item, as if it was as delicate as glass. His eye sockets seeing no other change, and bone expression falling.

            Queue the very slowly rising but eventually loud shrieking as Arthurs brain turns on the panic mode.

we're just playin babe, don't worry bout it

A SUDDEN PINK MIDDLE FINGER APPEARED (lov ur blog)

>kiss on the cheek but the “kiss” is actually a book and it’s to the gut at mach 4 speed

     ( Ah, so close and yet so far --- )

       ( Actually no, it wasn’t close at all. He’s gonna cry and die. )

“Surprisingly, not the first time this has happened...”