I'M NOT PERFECT [p] GHOST

[BUCKY]

WHATEVER IT TAKES !!!

STARK F. MALE. SHADOWCLAN. VISIONARY.

Odd.

He was quite active in comparison to the normal mammal though he was a machine so, he didn't require as much sleep as others did was what he supposed or it was possibility that he was too stubborn of actually sleeping in the first place or he forgot. Either way, he seemed to be up during night binge watching the cheesiest romance movies that actually took most of his attention and he watched them until dawn or if he was lucky enough, the afternoon. It was his escape from leaderly duties and a pleasurable guilt even if he probably didn't know those feelings that was how it would be described. It was odd seeing the couple drinking alcohol and he got these horrible cravings for a glass of champagne even if he wouldn't be able to taste it due to his metallic tongue. What a bummer in all honesty then again, the smell itself would make him take a few steps back. He was the iron giant of the joint and if anyone had any sense of anything then they would know not to mess with Stark even if he was the least violent Shadowclanner at the time. The sound of pawsteps made the robotic beast peak out from his garage trying to see who it was and called out with a small frown "Hello?"

Maybe it was a familiar face?

[member=2602]GHOST.[/member]

#psychosocial.

[GHOST.]

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† I AM THE SON OF ONE BELOW †

//yessssssssss

Ghost wasn't sure why he was here. He had hurt Stark, and the mechanical beast made that pretty clear. While his intentions were no malicious, he supposed the only reason why he had come to Stark's place was because he didn't really have anywhere left to go. Everyone in his church as pretty much missing at this point, and almost all of his old friends had left him. Where they went he was unsure of, but it was becoming increasingly difficult to make new friends. Not to mention, Celica was gone, Sabi had made her choice, and all that remained was a heartbroken Ghost. Pathetic.

Upon hearing Stark's words, the priest, raised his head sheepishly, wondering if he should just go back. "Sorry... if I disturbed you. Just wanted to stop by." One could probably smell alcohol on his breath, but certainly not enough to get him anywhere near drunk-- just enough to make him feel a little less pitiful. Though, the presence of alcohol did a good job of making him even more pitiful, and Stark would probably be mad he hadn't shared.

＃forsaken

[BUCKY]

WHATEVER IT TAKES !!!

STARK F. MALE. SHADOWCLAN. VISIONARY.

It was Ghost but he smelled like alcohol which made him wince on the inside yet it wasn't enough for the other to be completely drunk or for the robotic beast to send him away if it ever came to that point. It was true that the other had hurt him when he had wandered over to Stea Bastion though he's realized that it was difficult for him to stay angry at anyone whose wronged him once but, he was certain if he was wronged more than once then there would certainly be something done to that individual. He remembered vaguely the first time that he met the other was when he returned in the form of a tiger just like now, Circusclown had stepped down from his position of leader leaving Stark in his place. Anyone else could have became leader someone with experience or knowledge of doing so, hell, he had one month down already yet the memory of Ghost speaking to him for the first time made him think. He had been called authority which he had told the other he wasn't soon introducing himself and the other doing the same. Ghost. He knew plenty about Ghost, he was his best friend, a cultist, enjoyed having a drink or two with Stark, and didn't really like kids. Stark was no cultist, he enjoyed drinking with his friend, Ghost was one of his best friends, and he liked kids even if his own probably loathed him.

They weren't that different.

That's probably why Stark had felt so comfortable hanging out with the priest and why he got so angry when someone spoke shit about Ghost non-stop like Dean or Seafoam. But Ghost wasn't the only one who got shit from anyone, Stark had gotten plenty of shit but it was mostly due to him fucking up several times over and over again. Broke up with a girl, what a shame. His son hates him and Rocksalt, what a shame. He forgot most of his memories, what a fucking shame. Ghost wasn't interested, huh. Probably because of his horrible reputation with relationships though he returned to reality with a small frown on his maw. In these past days, he had forgotten completely of his first relationship ever aside from that he noticed how he felt weird around Jäger, Ghost, and some of the other guys though mostly those two. He didn't know why he felt so peculiar around them mostly due to his emotions being scattered into the unknown and leaving him without much emotions. He flicked his metallic tail finding his voice and nodding slowly "N-no, it's fine. . . I was getting lonely. . . Come in," It was true being in the garage by himself always gave him this lonely feeling sure, someone would stop by every once and a while but not like he had when he visited Ghost's church. He didn't even have Frootloops around anymore, which was a bummer. He faintly smelled the scent of rain nodding slowly to his friend.

"It's going to rain soon, hurry and come inside."

#psychosocial.

[kahilfa]

[s]gay

[MarMar]

[s]gay

[GHOST.]

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† I AM THE SON OF ONE BELOW †

It certainly was a sorry-looking place their leader had made a home out of. It made him feel a little bit guilty for taking what was arguably the best building in the city, but that was besides the point. Stark was... actually inviting him in. Despite his prior harsh words, the metal beast was actually bringing him in. As Stark spoke, he gazed up at the sky, spotting dark storm clouds moving in from what Ghost was pretty sure was the east. That meant heavy winds, and a lot of rain. Ghost nodded before hurrying inside the garage where Stark stood. "Thanks." He replied with little emotion, moving to stand in the most open area of the garage. This was his first time being in Stark's place without a point of being here, so he was a little bit lost on what he was supposed to do or say. In reality, he kind of just wanted to hang out with his friend. "Sorry I just came here unannounced... I don't know. I guess I was bored. Had stuff on my mind."

Bored was a strange word to use, but it was a mask he was using to hide his true emotions-- and, in truth, it was a mask Ghost secretly hoped Stark would see right through. He wasn't interested in semantics, however, and figured he'd be best off just hanging out with Stark to get his mind off of things. Was he using Stark's obvious "fondness" toward him to his advantage? Perhaps, but he was pretty sure the metal man wouldn't mind. "Well, you aren't alone anymore. What were you doing before I got here?" He asked, gazing toward the leader as the beginnings of a smile formed upon his maw.

＃forsaken

[BUCKY]

WHATEVER IT TAKES !!!

STARK F. MALE. SHADOWCLAN. VISIONARY.

It was a temporary home if he was honest with himself, after all, this was a place that he wouldn't completely demolish due to being a robot. He didn't want to crush his original home with his large size and weight, he took a deep breath thinking the smell of rain was relaxing though that was probably only him as he flicked his metallic tail briefly in a moment of thought. Hearing the thanks interrupted his thoughts making him reply in a calm voice "You're welcome." He took notice of the little emotion that began to make him concerned since he figured that he was the only emotionless prick around here though he figured that he could share that title with Ghost, they were best friends. "It's fine, Ghost. Just inform me of surprise visits next time or not, I love surprises. Do you wish to speak of said stuff or do you wish for them to remain unspoken?" His ears angled forward at the sound of the growling thunder did he blink remembering when he had been shocked by lightning at some point turning him into this. A robot without much feelings to give or receive. The robotic beast examined the others expression feeling his concern growing as he tilted his cranium to the side before he spoke "Bored doesn't seem to be the issue. Tell me, friend. What irks you?"

He could see past that mask despite how he wasn't able to express how he felt most of the time yet this feeling of concern kept nagging him as he glanced over in the direction television "Cheesy romance movies." He uttered almost quietly walking slowly towards the mattress staring at the screen for a moment only to pat a spot next to him as he spoke "Join me, Ghost." He offered a smile towards the other, of Ghost took advantage of his "fondness" then the robotic being would likely be a bit hurt by that though it wasn't like the male knew of his own emotions for the dark furred male. He took a moment to roll off the bed and buried himself in his mountain of fuzzy blankets letting his metallic tail thump against the ground waiting for Ghost to approach him.

#psychosocial.

[GHOST.]

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† I AM THE SON OF ONE BELOW †

Ghost wasn't going to talk about his stupid problems. Well, he didn't want to, at least. Stark would have to squeeze them out of him if he really wanted to know. "I'm fine." He responded almost immediately, looking toward his paws. He didn't really care enough for his own problems, so why would anybody else care? After all, it wasn't Stark's job to solve his problems. Only he was capable of fixing his own shit, though serious ritual and enlightenment practices. That was the only way. He sighed, looking away before Stark piped up once again, requesting his presence on the mattress. Hm.

"All right, well, I won't interrupt you. We can keep watching." He murmured, crawling sheepishly toward the metallic beast. He was considerably smaller than the leader, and thus he wormed his way through the blankets right up next to Stark. He could say that the other's mechanical body didn't provide much comfort, but that wasn't entirely true. The priest breathed calmly as he leaned slightly against the leader. He was rather cozy between Stark and the mass of blankets, and listened carefully as rain began to gently pelt the top of the garage. Well, it was looking like he'd be stuck here for a little while.

＃forsaken

[BUCKY]

WHATEVER IT TAKES !!!

STARK F. MALE. SHADOWCLAN. VISIONARY.

It wasn't his job to solve problems of his friends but as a friend, it was his job to make sure that his friend was well even if it meant neglecting his own well being before said friends. He could squeeze it out of the other if he wished yet he felt like he would be prying which wasn't what he necessarily wanted, he didn't want to end up making Ghost not like him. The immediate response made him blink his eyes once trying to figure out what to say and if he should apologize for prodding the other though he said keeping a quiet tone yet it was still gentle in a way "If you insist but, you know I'll be there for you. . . Whenever you need me, Ghost. . . Even if I'm not the most emotional at the moment. . ." He wish that he could be more understanding towards emotions and feelings, he was slowly being able to understand facial expressions but that was it so far. He still didn't understand his own feelings as of yet especially when he was around Ghost, the smaller male always gave him this weird feeling. Jäger had made him feel the same way yet the snow leopard hadn't been around so, the robot had been growing lonely as of late even if he would admit it.

"Of course, though if you want to see something else don't mind telling me. . . I won't bite," It was meant to come off as playful as he made a clanking noise as he opened and closed his mouth quickly letting the sound resonate throughout the garage. He couldn't feel much physically though the feeling of something warm on his cold steel made him feel like something was burning inside of it. An odd feeling really yet he didn't utter a single word watching the screen seeing the romantic atmosphere and the couple relishing in each other's presence, it made him have this feeling of want as well as longing. He couldn't deny it. He bit down on his metallic tongue attempting to curl his metallic tail around Ghost without much thought, he briefly glanced down at his forepaws "S-sorry if I'm cold. . . I wish I could return the warmth. . ." Not much people liked Ghost but, that didn't matter to him. He liked Ghost maybe more than he should have.

#psychosocial.

[GHOST.]

[align=center]

† I AM THE SON OF ONE BELOW †

While Ghost was hardly thinking in a romantic sense, he could say he, too, longed for what was shown on the television screen. He hated the feeling, though-- the feeling of longing, like something was fundamentally missing. The male smoothed out his fur, feeling some static electricity sparking between him and Stark, likely due to whatever processor was keeping the mechanical beast running. "Lousy fur... always getting fucked up." He murmured, continuing to try to lick down his fur and get it to stay. However, it was no use. He sighed, sitting back down and sinking deeper under the covers, with just his skull head poking out as he observed the show.

As Stark's heavy tail moved around him, he felt oddly comfortable with the position he had gotten himself into. He chuckled quietly at the chomping sounds made by Stark's steel teeth. The cheesy movie continued to roll as usual, causing Ghost to laugh at a couple of the more ridiculous scenes. "Love is an illusion, Stark. Don't forget that." Maybe it sounded like a joke, and it probably did-- but Ghost, for one, seriously believed it. And, of course, it was topical to the movie. Though, that didn't mean he wasn't impressed by the fact that they were able to have two actors portray such an elaborately hoaxed concept.

＃forsaken