#nowletsplayagame

If I Think They Are: Ugly || Plain || Alright || Cute || Freaking Adorable || Pretty || Beautiful || Hot || Stunning

If I Would Go On A Date With Them: Not even if we were the last two one earth || No || Maybe || Eh….Sure || Yes || WILL YOU MARRY ME

If I Trust Them: Not At All || Not Really || Kind of || Yes || With My Life

If I Care About Them: Not At All || Not Really || Kind of || Yes || Deeply

If I Would Sleep With Them: Not Enough Alcohol in the World || No || Maybe if I were wasted || Maybe || Eh…Sure || Yes || TAKE YOUR CLOTHES OFF NOW!

My Comfort Level With Your Muse: Keep a Distance || Okay You Can Stand There, But Don’t Touch Me || Let’s Get Coffee and Talk || Let’s Cuddle || I Can Change In Front of You || Let’s Take a Bath Together

@nowletsplayagame

Arganan chuckled as he wiped the blood off his face with a handkerchief, the sword attached to his belt stained red to the hilt. All these sinners, really...they needed to stop trying to attack the Twin. It wasn’t like the Twin had done anything wrong. The sinners were just too absorbed in greed. 

But now people were not just attacking Twin, but Arganan as well. Hey, it wasn’t his fault that he was allowed to run the candy booths and eat whatever he liked while no one else but the carnies were allowed to take food from the booths. Sucks for the sinners, but fortunate for the carnies.

But blood tended to get on the candy once he was finished with punishing the sinners trying to steal from the booths. Unfortunate, but he could wipe all the blood off, right?

It was a regular thing.

But fighting over something like food? Really? They get blood on the food too much. He sighed, the handkerchief in his hand now suddenly free of bloodstains before he started wiping up the chocolate bar.

“If that’s what it’ll take to raise hell, then … then it’s worth the fight.” He remarked, more to himself than to the Twin nearby. 

Oh wait. Twin was here. He blinked once, then smiled.

When the Painted Doll left her tent, she certainly didn’t expect to see the Twin, of all people, loitering nearby. Tensing a bit, she looked him up and down with a cautious air. No Carnie was truly trustworthy, of course, but Twin had always unsettled her more than most. It’s hard to recover from a bad first impression, after all.

This was such a strange place, thought the thin man as he wandered the almost empty twisting paths of the carnival. He had no idea what had happened or how he had ended up here, nor how he was meant to get out or get home. There were a few people around, workers here he presumed. He had attempted to talk to one woman dressed all in pink, to little avail, as well as a man dressed like a tatty clown, even giving him a coin, but he hadn't understood the message.