#psyvalry

Welcome back to scenic Isola Radiale, Bede!

You’ll be staying in TOWNHOUSE 227!

You’ll retain everything you had previously.

Enjoy your stay!

Dropped!

it’s the family problems and being lowkey gay

“ i get that this might not be the best time for you, but you don’t need to be so rude when it comes to doing harmless things. “

the statement slips all too easily from his mouth, the sheer frankness of it seeming shockingly out of character. oscar rolls at his shoulder as he looks to the other individual, blindingly pink and purple and stained with a less than pleasant attitude. it reminds him of a few people, actually, but for some reason this one had been less than tolerable this time around. did he sleep wrong? did he step on a lego? did he actually want to start a fight for once? he sighs as he rubs one of his hands against his neck, somewhat of a whiplash compared to his biting remark. still nervous, huh?

“ this is public property, you know. you’re not the only one who can hang out here.  “

Savior's Respite. At this point, who knows what Clive's doing with his life here, wasting time by wandering around aimlessly, pondering about what could have been. Just like this, he was lying by the flowers that surrounded this remarkable cliff, despite the time — This Place had a soothing effect, so thinking was much better here than the isolated, small flat that's driving him nuts at this point. Sure, he might not be alone here, but they minded their own business, and it was quiet enough for him not to give a damn. Emphasis on was.

Torn out of his thoughts by some obnoxious commotion, a group out of 6 — or 7, give or take — broke the silence of this rather peaceful spot, as if it's a public street like any other. Swiftly taking on his signature cap and standing up, checking just what the bloody hell is happening—

(1) 'OH, LOVELY! We're FINALLY here, everyone!~' (2) 'We should set the campfire nearby the cli—' "EXCUSE ME?!"

@psyvalry​ said;

🍦 - Have you treated yourself to something lately?

Friday Muse Questionnaire

"Not...really?"

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[❆] That hair, those eyes- It couldn’t be... She felt her heart freeze in her chest. They wouldn’t recognize her of course, they had been much too young. Letting out the breath she had been holding, she slowly approached them; despite her nerves, her grace and poise was undeniable.

“Child, hasn’t anyone told you it was rude to stare?”  Maybe it was his pink hair, or grey skin, or maybe even the gold lute he kept on his person at all times.  But, he was quite...The spectacle to gawk at, in all honesty.