#garoette

“there wasn’t a joke. i just want a fork.” @garoette​​

“..... go away.” if those ghouls didn’t stay with the other girl... they’d surely attach themselves to her.

howl  sat,    half-lying  on  his  side,    w̲i̲t̲h̲ ̲ ̲o̲n̲e̲ ̲ ̲l̲e̲g̲ ̲ ̲s̲p̲l̲a̲y̲e̲d̲  &.    his  black-blue  feathers  split  awkwardly,    crusted  with  blood,    around  his  head    (  he’d  hit  that  when  he’d  come  crashing  down,    too  ).    he  was  very  certain  the  answer  to  that  was  a  loud  &.    resounding  NO.    his  leg  hurt  so  badly  that  it  would  be  a  miracle  if  it  weren’t  broken,    or  at  least  severely  damaged.    dark  feathers  still  itched  at  his  neck,    his  temples  &.    arms  &.    legs.    everywhere  he  could  spot  ;    n̲o̲t̲ ̲ ̲o̲n̲l̲y̲ ̲ ̲t̲h̲a̲t̲,    but  he  could  already  guess  his  clothing   hold  his  dignity  together.    in  his  throat,    his  voice  warbled,    then  quieted  when  he  swallowed  against  it.    ❛  …  n̲o̲,    ❜    he  admitted,    looking  a  bit  embarrassed  with  himself.    he  stirred  as  though  trying  to  cast  a  spell  on  himself  that  would  make  him  walk,    but  nothing  happened.

♡ │starter for @garoette !

“are... you okay? here! please take my handkerchief. i know it’s not much but.....” isshiki pauses, reaching through the pockets of his pants for the aforementioned object before offering it to her. “do you need anything? some water maybe...”

"beer pong huh? i'm a little more classy than that. i like wine pong, usually on friday nights. i livestream it to all my thousands of followers on the insta."

“i mean it.”