#mor0se

❝ yeah ! uh, i just wanted to tell you that . . . ❞ the confidence she'd been able to muster up is gone now, wasted on a bout of hastily spoken words she didn't even hear. paris' voice fades off into a nervous smile . . . a face that implies that she's rather new to whatever it is she's trying to do. they wish they could just turn their brain off and on again like when your phone screen suddenly goes blue. that would make this a lot easier.

but they don't know anyone here. and they told themselves [ and jackrabbit, as the pup is a very good listener, ] that they have to work on their social skills cross - country if they ever want to make it big once they reach LA. paris takes yet another deep breath.

❝   yowch ! who shot the sun outta your sky, raggedy ann ? ❞ her giggle can only be described as acidic . . . fitting, considering how conversing with her in capacity is about as pleasant as biting into a lemon. calamity has always taken extreme pleasure in taunting the various contacts jimmy hires to do whatever kind of low - down shit he does to make his cash. it's rare, though, that these contacts are women, let alone women that look sharp enough to stab him right through his empty skull. the mere sight of maeve is enough to entice [ and ignite something truly annoying, ] in her. she wraps her faux fur coat further around her and kicks her heeled feet up on the table between them.

" no , no , " she tsks her tongue , letting long fingers drag along the now decaying leaves as she willed them to wilt , " that's not right , they can't do that . " there's a slight imperative in her voice : as if humans were ever so set in their ways . but they were supposed to be predictable , so who was aiding this ... this forgetfulness ?

val doesn't usually talk to the vampires when filming, sure a discussion here or there, but really nothing substantial outside of sound checks and the magic of the sound packs. they're a little caught off guard by @mor0se's question, blinking once, then again.

“how many people have you killed? how many?” / from nadja to val

" you mean like . . . do you want me to count or more of a ballpark number ? " it's a joke, though as soon as question leaves their mouth they're sure nadja won't take it that way. val is suddenly intimately aware of the lack of cameras in the house.

Farah was just standing there, watching the sunset. It was no different in the First World than in the Otherworld, but it gave her a sense of peace she had little of these days. She looked over at Zelda, hands in the pocket of her coat.