my middle name is strict protocols, liam [ ha ha ] objectively speaking though face paint is kind of thick so yeah i’d go the chocolate route way more fun to clean up too
Rusty, your first name isn't even your first name. I won't believe these lies.
[ have his insensitive jokes come up anywhere else yet, because those are still a thing. ANYWAY he did start it, and with gumption!! ]
And that's how you get ants.
[ i refuse to believe they don't watch archer like, all the time. ]
Not that that matters, since the mold on my bathroom ceiling smiled and made an obscene gesture at me today. Ants would just be scuttly little friends in comparison.
Oh, no no. Priority one is one of those hokey jointed skeletons I can use as a dartboard. Finger painting may have to wait.
[and what a shame that would be! ANYWAY, liam goes about the business of scuttling rustyward, tossing off another message about the proper way to school one's mold before he starts speedwalking.
he is, of course, cold, but savannah remains quite temperate even after halloween and so it is only a familiar and beloved black hoodie that garbs him this day, though it too has patches, not unlike ones mentioned in a totally different thread. they’re just patches that were cut from pieces of the previous black hoodie, and appear therefore to have been sewn by someone with three thumbs on one hand and a pirate-style hook for the other. shut up, it’s comfortable. as liam himself looks remarkably, given how perilously close they are skirting to doing like, cute, not strictly-condom-based actives together because they are fun, o god. it’s being retroactively established that one of them always brings the shitty coffee; this time it must be liam’s turn, since he has two styrofoam cups, both large enough that he could personally wear them as a hat.
this necessitates that after rusty buzzes him in liam jam the doorbell with like, his elbow, but he is becoming slowly, steadily, a little warily used to how Rusty for some reason finds his unrelenting awkwardness like. good. or something. ]
Hey.
[he takes the opportunity to kiss rusty swiftly when he hands him his shitty coffee, which ISNT A HELLO KISS HUSH YOUR MOUTH. there’s tongue, so a mere hello kiss this cannot be. ]
They were all out of coffee, but not to worry: I come bearing 7-11's finest motor oil.
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objectively speaking though face paint is kind of thick
so yeah i’d go the chocolate route
way more fun to clean up too
[ implications abound. liam started it!!! ]
1/2
[ have his insensitive jokes come up anywhere else yet, because those are still a thing. ANYWAY he did start it, and with gumption!! ]
And that's how you get ants.
[ i refuse to believe they don't watch archer like, all the time. ]
Not that that matters, since the mold on my bathroom ceiling smiled and made an obscene gesture at me today. Ants would just be scuttly little friends in comparison.
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1/2
[ please, liam's insensitive jokes can be a theme anywhere and everywhere. also, i don't doubt this for a second. ]
remind me to give your mold a talking to next time i'm at your place
my mold respects me
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screaming monster displays are priority 1
priority 2 is a mask test
priority 3 is finger painting
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[and what a shame that would be! ANYWAY, liam goes about the business of scuttling rustyward, tossing off another message about the proper way to school one's mold before he starts speedwalking.
he is, of course, cold, but savannah remains quite temperate even after halloween and so it is only a familiar and beloved black hoodie that garbs him this day, though it too has patches, not unlike ones mentioned in a totally different thread. they’re just patches that were cut from pieces of the previous black hoodie, and appear therefore to have been sewn by someone with three thumbs on one hand and a pirate-style hook for the other. shut up, it’s comfortable. as liam himself looks remarkably, given how perilously close they are skirting to doing like, cute, not strictly-condom-based actives together because they are fun, o god. it’s being retroactively established that one of them always brings the shitty coffee; this time it must be liam’s turn, since he has two styrofoam cups, both large enough that he could personally wear them as a hat.
this necessitates that after rusty buzzes him in liam jam the doorbell with like, his elbow, but he is becoming slowly, steadily, a little warily used to how Rusty for some reason finds his unrelenting awkwardness like. good. or something. ]
Hey.
[he takes the opportunity to kiss rusty swiftly when he hands him his shitty coffee, which ISNT A HELLO KISS HUSH YOUR MOUTH. there’s tongue, so a mere hello kiss this cannot be. ]
They were all out of coffee, but not to worry: I come bearing 7-11's finest motor oil.