#pueravem

im p sure I’ve answered this before but I’ll still copy-paste it anyway hgjkdfhdgjksfh

my friend @pueravem came up with it !! I thought it was a really cute nickname that wasn’t super demeaning (like “Pittoo”) so we went with it, and so that’s what my friends and I call Dark Pit now.

— ✿         Quiet footsteps sneak through a small makeshift camp, passing tent after tent till she finally reached her destination. Peaking her head in, cyan eyes blink innocently as they fall upon silver locks. Robin. He’s already reading a book- much heftier than the ones she reads.

It became common practice, for her to sneak into his dwelling in the middle of the night, while all the others slept. He taught her, at this time. How to read, that is. 

“ R-Robin !! ” She whispered excitedly, eager to see the man. She made her entrance as swift and silent as she could, standing beside his chair with a large grin on her face. In her hands, she held a small children’s book they’d bought at a local village for her to learn by candle-light.

“That’s not an answer!!! OK get over here we have to test this out”

“This is not funny, Robin! You could get hurt; I could get hurt.”

   -- “... Oh.”

The angel just kinda... peered at the writhing mass of exoskeleton and legs, narrowing his eyes a bit. Hmm.

   -- “... These are cute!! Where did you find them?”

[‐ 7] ______________________________

Professor Venomous checked the address written down on a slip of paper once more as he approached the doorstep a rather lavish penthouse. His newest business associate, by the name of Grima, told him to drop by to discuss their newest strategy on unleashing an organic, biochemical weapon onto their unsuspecting foes. His associate supplies the money or necessary equipment, and Venomous crafts it with his superior knowledge. A match made in hell, truly.

With a quiet sigh, he jammed the note into his lab coat’s pocket before reaching forward to press the doorbell. He heard the jingle for it play as he awaited for a response. After a few moments, shuffling of feet was on the other side of the door. When it opened, he expected to see Grima. Instead, there was a young man with pure white hair. A genetic oddity, truly. The scientist’s curiosity was already piqued in the other. What made his locks that way? Was it natural? Altered? 

It mattered not. He’s here on entirely different business. It’s time to stay focused.

❝...I am looking for Grima.❞

He announced blandly, gazing downward to the other intently before away. Why wasn’t he moving? What sort of minion was he  to not do as man says?...The other IS a servant, right? Perhaps not, by the looks of it. It seems he actually resides here. Must be a relative of Grima’s, then. Odd.  The Professor was never informed of this.

After a good few minutes of awkward silence, the purple-skinned man decided to slowly lift his hands to gesture. Venonmous knew little sign language. It’s worth a shot to see if the stranger across from him is deaf.