#mollyclaw

Oh shit damn yeah. I totally forgot about the Big Empty/Big MT. Thank you lobotomites.

I’ve never really given it any thought.  Maybe as a kind, decent person.  Not many of those around.  Although it’d be a bit of a lie.

His lips are cracked and dried, and a lovely shade of a greenish brown. They are not as soft as his lips before, but as of this moment, he is still thankful to have lips. They are prone to twitch into smirks and scowls at a moment notice, but a true smile with those lips is much more rare.Sometimes he licks a bit at his lips if he feels some rough dead skin on it, but its not often enough to be a habit.

"Ummmm...." Frown passing over her features as her eyes fell upon... What could she call it? Why couldn't her own legs move? 

She quickly threw a few sticks of dynamite into the cave as they took flight, and nearly lept down the cliff to get away. The explosion rumbled, and could be heard from a fair distance away.

"Hey, sweetie. How'd ya end up out here with--whoa. Think you got a little somethin' on your face there." The man gestures at his own face for emphasis, blinking. "That a rash? 'Cause if it is, I don't want it."