#dgrayd

He  wondered  if  that  was  perhaps  a  pre-empted  idea  of  what  today's  adventure  was  or  a  genuine  task  he  wishes  to  partake  in  .  Curiously  he  approaches  the  buck / @dgrayd ,  wanting  to  help  ,  despite  his  usual  nervous  deposition  to  get  back  to  his  fort  .  He  had  to  make  interaction  with  the  rest  of  the  cast  sometimes  .  Weren't  they  the  whole  reason  he  sought out every day  still ?  --  Maybe  --  𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆  𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄  𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓  .  Hm.

❝   Well  since  I  couldn't  help  but  hear  your  announcement  ...  mostly  because  you  said  it  out-loud  !  Maybe  I  could  help  you  ?  !  ❞ 

he'll shuffle over towards the other, nearly tripping over his too long jeans. he'll chew on his bottom lip as he looks over peter curiously, as if looking for something. "did you---....bring any new comics?" // @dgrayd

nonsense - sabrina carpenter

He leans over, eyes glazing across the various RELICS that had been displayed for all the see, blinking a few times for a second before letting out a quiet sigh and shaking his head.

IT'S NOT the realm he's exceedingly familiar with, no, his domain rested more with that of what was present in his brother's museum, but with an exhale he shakes his head, flipping through the pages in his notebook before shaking his head.

Meme || Accepting!

While Darla may be able to seem ok her biggest tell is she will suddenly break stuff. Phone in her hand? Breaks it. Glass cup? Yeah, she's smashing it.

When it comes to both of them the environment WILL change. Lights will break or just no longer emit light. The temperature will change drastically in one way or another. Things will even explode or go out of control. Tv's, waterlines, lights, cars. Anything and everything can and will break or explode near them when they are angry enough.

"It's hard to smell anything over the smog and garbage around here."

A small wrinkle of his nose as if his own words had reminded him of the smell in the air. The one that clung to Possum Springs like a plague. Gregg probably would not have noticed it after becoming used to it over the last couple of years.

❝ AIN'T YOU MISSIN' SOMETHIN'? ❞ HE'S POINTING at the cowboy hat he'd brought for him. Amusement is written all over Rian's face at the sight of him, his own rodeo belt buckle shining in the light of the room. Well, if he was going to come to the farm, he wanted him to dress the part.

A look to her left, and then her right; cue those pinwheels scoping his body from top to bottom and then confusion nestled in her chest. If this was a joke, it went over her head and she responded genuinely.