#walkerwhisperer

@walkerwhisperer // random inbox memes .

crouched beside the campfire, arvo pokes and prods the fiery embers, trying to keep it burning, but--he's a bit distracted, as, well. for what must've been the hundredth time, he has to push dark, unruly locks from his face, huffing a bit in annoyance. james must've noticed. 💊

" ah? " arvo perks, before pausing, clearly thinking on it, before--what the hell, a shrug, " well i do not see why not... is better to get out of face, no? " 💊

a sigh, as he places the twig he'd been using as a stoker down, and sitting in front of james with a creak from his makeshift leg brace. a pause, before the turns, looking back over his shoulder, expression playful. 💊

         IT WOULD TAKE HER some time to get used to all of that. the crutches, the moving around. she had to pace herself. she could only move around for twenty minutes to see aj before she got tired all over again. she wouldn’t let herself SLEEP though. 

“What can I do for you?”

It’d taken him a while to realize he hadn’t been alone, honestly. Really, Louis didn’t even know who it was. He could just hear the creak of  someone shifting their weight on the floorboards, signalling to him that this session of playing himself wasn’t as isolating as he expected. He wouldn’t look up from the keys, expression unchanging. What was the use in hiding it, after all? The way he was playing already made it fairly obvious that he wasn’t in the best of moods.

          Once again, Willy finds himself staring. It’s become common occurrence since James’ arrival to the school, and no matter how many times he’s told by the others to quit it, he simply can’t help it. He doesn’t want to help it, as there’s no room for doubt in his overactive mind that the mysterious boy with the weird and wonderful walker-skin mask is the absolute coolest person he’s ever met.

          And so, he stares; an ever-burning curiosity burning within his big blue eyes, his own chores of the day long forgotten whenever he finds himself within close proximity of the other. No less than a million questions run through his mind at any given second, tingling on the tip of his tongue that all frustratingly become lost in the desire to impossibly ask them all at once.

          As soon as James happens to venture closer, there’s nothing Willy can do to stop himself from darting towards him. “Hi, James.” It’s blurted none-too gently, the young boy displaying about as much grace as an oncoming train. “Uh- what’s up?”

“That thing has to stink,” Duck found himself blurting out as he’d caught himself staring at James’s mask. Anything was better than letting the people around him know just how much it genuine freaked him out. How it made it stomach turn at the thought of wearing that thing, and the fact that Clementine had somehow been convinced to wear it herself before. No, he just... Duck couldn’t stand the thought of it. 

scenario: [ james has a ridiculous injury that he doesn't want to explain to ruby. ]