#welp!!!!

*Sweating nervously*

perhaps mapplethorpe was really playing with fire here. though, a part of him knew that he'd just wake up at the bonfire. he always did. the entity obviously wanted to keep him around for whatever reason. their very own doomed jester. a form of entertainment. hell, he had the gull to boop the smiling mask in front of him. he liked frank. you know, whenever he wasn't threatening him with a knife. ( maybe in a different world, they could have been friends. )

his smile only falters a little bit whenever frank grabs at his wrist, a grunt leaving him whenever he's suddenly spun around and his arm pinned to his back. he'll blink rapidly, head turning as curls fall into his face and obscure his vision. he'll wince at the pain shooting up his shoulder, fingers flexing as he was bent slightly forward. "i don't know. kinda cute how you wanna touch me so bad." he's going to probably regret that but he'd be damned if frank got the best of him. // @fmorrison

"i took therapy once," he begins slowly, meticulously, head cocked to the side in an almost animalistic manner. his behavior is akin to an animal so it's not really that big of a surprise. he's always leaned closer to the edge of the sword, teeth bared for all to see. how close is one willing to step towards him, like a lion in a cage ?? it matters not if they know how dangerous he is; it's always a game of chess with this one, just waiting to see where you land on the board. he leans away, hands placed precariously in his lap as a predatory smile dances across his face. he's playing a game, even now . . . he wonders if she knows. "he said i was crazy, so i snapped his neck and drained him like a caprisun."