#dumpsterchad

Along comes a clown, scurrying down the crowded boulevard. In his claws there is a carefully wrapped bundle. He found the glasses, god help him, and now he had to deliver them to the increasingly familiar dumpster.

Did he feel a twinge of guilt about scraping them up a bit against the bricks of the sewer wall? Yes, but then again he was the one who spent hours trudging and searching for these damn things. Spamton could have gone down there and gotten them himself.

Once it comes into view though, he bounds up to the metal hull and bangs on it.

Send a 🌷 and Rudy must say one(1) nice thing about your muse

Rudy stares at the little man who just gave him a "compelling" sales pitch about essential oils. Something about them "removing" his "toxins" or whatever...

Oh, now I remember how I know you!

angst starters! | accepting

Noelle stood there, legs shaking. She clasped her hands against her chest, feeling the thorn ring's sharp points digging into her finger.

She never would've expected those words to come from the very salesman that had been responsible for her acquiring that ring to begin with, but... here they were.

"...Can I?" Her voice came out as a whisper.

"H-Haven't I gone too far?"

send one for Rudy’s reaction to your muse (bloated-ass starter edition) ▄ = telling them a joke

"Uh... come again?"

The so-called "joke" had something to do with "Krispy Kreme" and "frozen chicken," but it made no sense. Worse yet, he was doing that... glitchy... talk... thing he does where it sounds like he's censoring himself.

"Buddy. Krispy Kreme donuts and frozen chicken taste awful together."