02-02-2020, 06:04 PM
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— eyes fluttered open, blinking tiredly. he slowly sat up from his spot in the living room. he seriously needed to stop vegging out on the couch. in his mind, it was the perfect spot to observe others (it wasn’t so easy to observe others with your eyes closed, though). eyes wandered around, seeing it was already dark out. damn. getting up, he initially planned to head towards his room. the commotion in the kitchen managed to catch his attention, however, and he deterred from his original plan.
“lighten up, petey,” he lightheartedly hummed, lightly slapping the man on the back as he walked into the kitchen. he couldn’t help but look over his shoulder and grin at the man- someone he probably should’ve been more scared of than anyone else, yet someone he teased just the same.
gaze wandered over towards whatever evelyn was making. “whatever you’re making, could you make enough for two?” he was starving- at this point he’d fight her for whatever food she came up with. there simply wasn't time to make it, himself (he would dramatically try and defend if she told him to).
— eyes fluttered open, blinking tiredly. he slowly sat up from his spot in the living room. he seriously needed to stop vegging out on the couch. in his mind, it was the perfect spot to observe others (it wasn’t so easy to observe others with your eyes closed, though). eyes wandered around, seeing it was already dark out. damn. getting up, he initially planned to head towards his room. the commotion in the kitchen managed to catch his attention, however, and he deterred from his original plan.
“lighten up, petey,” he lightheartedly hummed, lightly slapping the man on the back as he walked into the kitchen. he couldn’t help but look over his shoulder and grin at the man- someone he probably should’ve been more scared of than anyone else, yet someone he teased just the same.
gaze wandered over towards whatever evelyn was making. “whatever you’re making, could you make enough for two?” he was starving- at this point he’d fight her for whatever food she came up with. there simply wasn't time to make it, himself (he would dramatically try and defend if she told him to).
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[size=10pt]*･ﾟ[abbr=24 years old, male, flintlock]✦[/abbr] COME ON AND BARE YOUR TEETH
[size=10pt]*･ﾟ[abbr=24 years old, male, flintlock]✦[/abbr] COME ON AND BARE YOUR TEETH