#thcrian

          “  I’ve heard that this place is haunted. These are rumors, r-right ?  “

“Ei, cuidado!” Ele gritou, depois de quase ser pisoteado. A culpa era dele, não tinha como ninguém saber que ele estava ali, mas mesmo assim, o susto o fez transferir a bronca para a outra pessoa. “Eu estou aqui, cuidado onde pisa!” Disse, voltando ao seu tamanho normal, sem se preocupar se estaria ou não assustado quem quer que fosse a dua frente.

   A few steps back, hands still up. “Please no eating? Please? I don’t taste very good. In fact! I taste like poison, and stuff!” 

“Ei, isso ai garota praiana, precisa me ensinar a dançar desse jeito.” Doris era literalmente um peixe fora d’água e movia-se tão ridículo ao som da música tocada no suposto luau que por ventura tinha encontrado. Não conseguia resistir a música e pessoas tumultuadas, era curioso e ainda que achasse os humanos inferiores eles eram divertidos e adorava curtir de seu tempo com eles. Quando ele a viu a garota loira e forma como se movia seria pouco dizer que tinha ficado empolgado e mesmo que mentalmente pensasse que ela tinha urgentemente que tomar um bronzeado, ainda o desejo de se mover livremente como ela era maior por um momento.

@thcrian howled for a starter.

         “Uhhhh ----  yeah.  Something like that.”  He’s no more sure about this than he is the other with him, but what more of a choice is there?  What other alternative, as his resignation’s not well concealed, and as he trudges forward nonetheless ; an end is an end is an end.  “Look, I just want to be in and out as quickly as possible.  No more, no less, done.”

        “All cards on the table that she’s with ’im because she took a peek at his bank statement before they came ‘ere, and now everythin’ he says is a fuckin’ riot -- see! Look at that laugh, faker than whatever the Kardashians are injectin’ in their arses.” As if it was his right to pass judgement on any performative chemistry between a couple within immediate view, especially to the nearest pretty stranger as a means of conversation. “’Course he ‘int got the slightest clue. What do you think? You, uh, more charitable with your character analysis?”

“To be frank I tend to strive for mediocre people tend to expect less.“ The lack of concern for his own self worth and capabilities was there. His response was completely genuine even as he half attempted to offer his cigar to the woman beside him.