I'm Not Bad. I'm Just Drawn That Way

♥ “Not if you don’t want to,” Valentino responded, pouring a second glass for himself and leaning forward on the glassy bar top. Was he really doing this again? The answer was yes. He was. “Tell me a bit about yourself, pintosa. What is your grief?”

♥ He shrugged in assent and grabbed a bottle from the top shelf, “On the house,” he said with a wink as he flipped the bottle through the air in a fancy loop. It would be very tricky for anyone but him to pull off, but he would never drop it. Val poured the drink for the young woman and slid it over. “Don’t down that one so fast, doll.”

Rhiannon Rabbit as Poison Ivy

Look like the innocent flower, but be the serpent under’t

♥ “Honey, liqueur doesn’t drown hurt, it hides it.” He glanced down at her hand on his and knew what game she was in, whether she was playing it consciously or not. And he was ready to play. He was not often proud of how relationships, if you could call them that, went with him these days. Generally he’d woo the girl, and be the perfect, albeit distant guy, then end it all. He never took it overly far though. He wasn’t quite that level of ass. But he was an ass nonetheless.

“Woah that’s insane. I’ve seen crazy stuff before but nothing as crazy as how that sounds.” Elliot said, his eyes widening as he thought about cars that could talk and bullets that had personalities. Nothing about it sounded realistic at all but that was the special thing about growing up where he did. Life was full of surprises and he absolutely loved it. When she finished talking, he laughed and shook his head “Nah, you’re good. I’m used to it. My sister would talk forever and a day if I let her.” He said, grinning as he leaned back and looked out at the park, admiring the beauty. “But it’s cool that you found something like that, something that gives you hope. I think everyone needs something like that.”

“it is crazy. toontown. there’s no logic or reason for anything it just is. espeically when the toons inherited the deed, they have nothing to fear in toontown. it’s in the this world they do. the chaos isn’t the same and they prefer the crazy.” her beloved home that she was trying to save from itself. toons didn’t have the same justice as humans and she was here to change that. although most of the time her objectives were skewed. she smiled at the boy, gentle and demure. “i think it makes me wistful rather then hopeful but i suppose it doesn’t matter. do you then? do you have something just makes you grin from ear to ear?”