#great0ld0nes

  ‘  When you turn around to glance behind you, who do you see facing you?  ‘

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「 ★ 」   ⋮    Ａ Ｎ Ａ Ｔ Ｈ Ｅ Ｍ Ａ．   ⋮  ━━ They FLINCH slightly at the sight of the slimy tentacle; past memories and traumas still haunting them as it wriggled about. To even be NEAR this guy was a GUT - WRENCHING challenge in itself. Still, they speak.

                  ‘ So… an OCTOPUS then ? ‘

        HELLO. MONEY DAD IS HERE.

Howard is just kind of…standing there. Waiting for his next command.

          “You there!! -- I saw in this ad here-” he holds up a coupon clipping he tore from a magazine, “They have these flashlights on sale, buy three get two free! Oh, and this~ This buy one get one free deal! For a frying pan!” 

           casually slipping out a wad of cash he hands it to Howard.  Grin on his lips and eyes filled with a child-like excitement. 

the amusement stays, but something in his demeanor changes as he slips into that old speech as well. “ you know i don’t give answers that easily, cthulhu. ” the words and lovecraft’s true name fall from his tongue in that glottal language, laced with a sweet poison that matches the dangerous glint in his eyes. “ but! if you must know... ” he’s slipped into english again, reaching one hand out to idly smooth wrinkle on the lapel of lovecraft’s jacket with a leather-gloved hand. “ this rag-tag bunch positively reeks of chaos. ” his voice is hushed, like it’s a secret to be kept within the family ( however distant from each other and human family dynamics they may be ).

Nonverbal RP Starters: Accepting!

He wasn’t sure what did it; the sheer amount of food that he had been pressured into eating, and the lack of self restraint on his part to say no (and, perhaps, his stubbornness and pride which refused to allow him to let Margaret have the upper hand in yet another stupid argument), the fact that some of the food did not agree with him, or a mix of both. Either way the end result was him excusing himself back to his room, specifically his bathroom where he was currently doubled over, clutching the toilet bowl for dear life as his stomach revolted against him.

This was why he didn’t do parties, especially fancy ones that he could not turn down the invitation. Something always managed to go wrong, no matter his intentions and self restraint in the beginning.

At the very least he was alone to suffer and that no one could see him in such a mortifying state, or so he thought until he felt a hand rub his back.

Looking up, he noticed that Lovecraft had followed him back. Honestly he was the last Guild member that Nathaniel would have imagined to see, especially in such a state, but before he could even say anything, another wave of nausea sent him back to looking over the toilet bowl.