#fatalinnocence

He looked at the invitation himself, but it meant nothing to him. Was she sad she couldn’t make it or something? “Do you wanna talk about it…?”

“I--” She didn’t really, no. Especially not with him, not that he had done anything wrong. But she knew to tread carefully; she didn’t want to hurt his feelings. Of course that was a major catch-22, really. Talking about it could just as well be more dangerous than rejecting his offer. But she could... try to skirt around the real issue. 

  You aren't even trying

pulls out a knife

mcgalcmania

You aren't even trying

pulls out a gun

poisoncraft

You aren't even trying

pulls out a koffing

“I’m pretty good! And it’s nice to hear you’re doing pretty well!” Still smiling, genuinely happy to see Alex. The grunt was such a nice guy!

“That’s good, Sir! So... has anything interesting been happening recently?”

He opened the tin, holding it out to his brother. “I just started making them for Jared, and then I kept making them, and then… there’s three more tins…” His smile is sheepish now, but still there.

“No you’re not~!”

“Y’WANNA BET?”

“Oh, Proton Sir! Uh--”

Hold up. This wasn’t their Proton, was it? Still, no excuse to be rude.

“But… isn’t all of this your fault, anyway?”

“Nope~!” He lunges forward to grab Ghost by the collar before changing his mind and picking him up to carry him over his shoulder. “C'mon, Ghostie, let’s go~!”

“P-PUT ME DOWN!!”

The tiny grunt flailed his limbs frantically in vain. Trying to get the executive to let him go. He was willing to risk the pain the drop would give for his freedom.