“Good afternoon Rufioh.” 

A chipper greeting is given (or as chipper as Kankri could manage) from the redblood himself. A slight tug upwards at the corner of his mouth, as if he almost smiled, but stopped himself.

Then after scooting over on the wall he happened to be sitting on, he gave a small pat beside him. Inviting the other to sit with him.

It was a pretty nice night out to cruise around, Mallek, for once, was feeling a lot better with the little reprieve from his work. Even if it may have happened in an unsavory way. Still- It was nice. And the fact he was going to visit his matesprit right now too only made him feel better. So after skating about a block through town, Mallek eventually came up to Dammek’s fortress. And after grabbing his board up and making his way up to the door, he gave a few lazy knocks. Waiting quietly until Dammek opened the door.

“Hey, don’t worry ‘bout it man, accidents happen.”

When the rustblood bumped into the taller cerulean-blooded troll, one would have probably expected a harsher response. Or maybe not even a response at all. But just a quick snap of the other’s neck before calling it a day and walking away.

Cobalt’s could be all sorts of fucked up, especially if someone had the misfortune of meeting one and knocking something very important of theirs out of their claws.

Instead though, this particular troll simply slips the other a grin, before reaching down into the grass and scooping his phone back up.

“I got a hella nice phone case. So it’s all chill, see?” He chuckled a bit at that, but when he noticed the other still seemed fearful of what he’d possibly do to him. He eventually goes to stick his phone in his pocket and tilt his head.

“No need to look so down. I’m not gonna hurt ya just because I got a case of slippery nubs.” He gives a wink when he says that, before eventually shoving his hands in his pockets.

@timecapsuleparadoxes​

sometimes the best inspiration = right in front of ya;

haven’t sketched in a few wipes; and i probably didn’t do bambi justice by a long shot;

     Alright, so Dirk isn’t normally a coffee dude. Normally he’s the kind of dude who stays up until four in the morning slamming energy drinks and working on projects that require a sharp mind and steady hands, but today he had to go out for groceries before the store closed. After one of those all-nighter type shit deals, and in the early afternoon no less. Needless to say that put his sense of humor ironically just on the other side of not funny when he slumped into a chair across from an unknown troll, knocked his drink over by jostling the table on accident, and made a rather uncouth joke about breaking off one of the guy’s horns to end his own suffering.

     Now that guy was low-key freaking out and verbally tumbling over himself headlong, and Dirk felt like shit for leaving his usual antisocial bubble. “Okay, first of all, calm down.” He sighed, holding out a hand in a placating gesture. “You’ve got nothing to be sorry for, but I think my wallet totally owes you several boonbucks to replace the coffee I heartlessly murdered. And I’m not normally an ‘out in public at all unless it’s to do zany shit in the eternally watching public eye because I’m basically a god and they look to me for guidance and entertainment’ kind of guy myself.”

Mettaton normally didn’t mind interviews. He’d been on countless talk-shows and the like before now, and he was not one to be shy or awkward about them at all.

However, the idea of doing an interview for a... Gossip magazine. Well-- He was a bit hesitant over the idea at first.

Sure, drama brought in ratings, he knew that first-hand. However-- Drama about himself was a different story entirely.

Still, he wasn’t one to turn down an offer to talk about himself, so he decided to bite the bullet and give it a shot. Who knows, it might be enjoyable.

“Greetings beautiful~!” The robot gleamed as he spoke, one gloved hand going to take her’s into his own and give it a kiss.