She takes a seat, ordering herself something to eat, working on something as she does.
She smiles softly back at them, her eyes loving as she begins to lead them back to their shared home “Sounds fun, indeed.”
His own eyes are a soft golden color, filled with uncertainty, in himself more than in them as he blushes more and more, his ears turning red “Adorable?… T-thank you again.”
He sits next to her. Why am I so tall, and did you leave the cat at the lab?
He scoops her up bridal style and away into the safety of their bedroom (implied, please. I'm just meh RN)
"Those eyes aren't helping your case, such a wonderous color.."
“You are tall because you are only a child in mind. As for that, Nine is undead, they will be fine, a left a rat in the fridge.”
(It’s all good bro, either way is fine with me. Take care of yourself.)
He rubs his hands together, thinking about his own eyes and theirs “Y-yours are too… really pretty.”
"Oh, I'm sure you coouulld..." He says in an almost sing-song voice. "You see such beautiful things, Jack. And I can give you more. Or... I could take them away."
He puts his paws on Jack's shoulders, beginning to massage him. "Can you feel that, Jack? The hands of a lover, rubbing your joints, your muscles, and your bones, Jack? The affection of someone you can trust, Jack? The feeling that you are safe here? Because I don't." He pulls away. "Because I am afraid every stomach-churning second I spend in this realm. Because I am ugly, and deep down you know that. Because I wrang out every drop of beauty I had for power. Because I am a god, but a god of nothing. Because I. AM. What did you see, Jack? Was it the truth, or just another illusion?" His breathing is unsteady, but the only thing that can be gathered from it is that what he's feeling right now is very intense.
The rush of emotions is a bit much for Jack; the feeling of safety and comfort, ripped away and replaced with a sense of unease and dread. He slouches a bit and cracks his neck.
He stands up and approaches Podmorski with paws up, trying to appear non-threatening. Once close enough, he puts them on their shoulders, eyes a bit dim. "Why are you afraid, hun? And why does beauty equate to the ability to be loved?"
He doesn't feel like anything. There is no tactile sensation whatsoever, just an awareness that he's blocking movement. But he's shaking slightly. "Because, Jack, I'm not real anymore. My flesh deteriorated into nothing when I was ten years old. I exist as a feeling of unease and a love of violence. The grass shivers where I tread. Animals flee from my scent. They know what to expect. You don't. I don't. I do not call myself a nightmare because I come from a bad dream. My existence is a bad dream, and one that the universe can't wake up from." He chuckles, attempting to force himself into mirth. "I would be such a great deceiver, could I hide my feelings better. But I can't."
He takes a deep, shaky breath. "Do you know how painful it is to watch you? To know I can't keep you without breaking you? I don't even know what I am, who I am, Jack! How could you understand? That's why I make the machines, Jack."
He sighs. "I'll hear you out, but I refuse to commit to anything."
“All I wanna do is draw business in to your location. I’ll help advertise and stuff, and maybe I could even help you dress up your stand. Oh, and speaking of your stand, I can get it licensed and back under your possession.”
He doesn't feel like anything. There is no tactile sensation whatsoever, just an awareness that he's blocking movement. But he's shaking slightly. "Because, Jack, I'm not real anymore. My flesh deteriorated into nothing when I was ten years old. I exist as a feeling of unease and a love of violence. The grass shivers where I tread. Animals flee from my scent. They know what to expect. You don't. I don't. I do not call myself a nightmare because I come from a bad dream. My existence is a bad dream, and one that the universe can't wake up from." He chuckles, attempting to force himself into mirth. "I would be such a great deceiver, could I hide my feelings better. But I can't."
He takes a deep, shaky breath. "Do you know how painful it is to watch you? To know I can't keep you without breaking you? I don't even know what I am, who I am, Jack! How could you understand? That's why I make the machines, Jack."
Podmorski's story does little to shake Jack and he pulls them closer, paws on their back. "You're real, in a sense.. I see you, hear you, feel you and smell you.. you titillate all my senses.. maybe that's not the right word." he clicks his tongue.
"Why do you think that you'll break me, dear? Are you afraid of hurting me?"
He sighs and rests his head on Jack. "Because this nightmare broke me so, so long ago..."
He sighs. "I'll hear you out, but I refuse to commit to anything."
“All I wanna do is draw business in to your location. I’ll help advertise and stuff, and maybe I could even help you dress up your stand. Oh, and speaking of your stand, I can get it licensed and back under your possession.”
"Why?"
“Because your pursuit is noble and you deserve happiness?”
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
He shyly kisses their cheek back, leaning against them, closing his eyes.
He seems surprised by the gift, smiling brightly as he looks at the building before turning back to look at her, he leans down and gives them a kiss, a longer, more impassioned one “You didn’t need to do this, thank you.”
He looks over, recognizing them and frowning for just a moment before taking a deep breath “Hello sir.” He says, his voice a little cold.
“You are tall because you are only a child in mind. As for that, Nine is undead, they will be fine, a left a rat in the fridge.”
(It’s all good bro, either way is fine with me. Take care of yourself.)
He rubs his hands together, thinking about his own eyes and theirs “Y-yours are too… really pretty.”
*yes :>*
*Cut for Salem. Maybe Sam if you feel like playing her. Do you want anyone else?*
She continues to eat, though she does offer them bits of her fish, which she eats as if she were a cat herself.
For a moment, he simply doesn’t know how to react, his blush growing until his entire face is red “Oh… I’m bi.” He just says.
He doesn't feel like anything. There is no tactile sensation whatsoever, just an awareness that he's blocking movement. But he's shaking slightly. "Because, Jack, I'm not real anymore. My flesh deteriorated into nothing when I was ten years old. I exist as a feeling of unease and a love of violence. The grass shivers where I tread. Animals flee from my scent. They know what to expect. You don't. I don't. I do not call myself a nightmare because I come from a bad dream. My existence is a bad dream, and one that the universe can't wake up from." He chuckles, attempting to force himself into mirth. "I would be such a great deceiver, could I hide my feelings better. But I can't."
He takes a deep, shaky breath. "Do you know how painful it is to watch you? To know I can't keep you without breaking you? I don't even know what I am, who I am, Jack! How could you understand? That's why I make the machines, Jack."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Why?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
(Good place to end for that if you want to.*
“Thank you for teaching me that.” He says, looking back down at his hands, “I thought you were handsome, but I didn’t know I wanted…”
Rag makes his way into the demiplane, holding a massive bouquet of flowers in one hand, with a bow tie around his neck.
He lets himself be held, closing his eyes and nuzzling against them as well, “I… thank you… it means a lot more than I thought it would.”
He gives her a kiss, handing her a flowers before processing what she said, looking to the building “My new restaurant?”
Clem has gone into town looking for a suit right before they get married to Lilac.
He sighs and rests his head on Jack. "Because this nightmare broke me so, so long ago..."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“Because your pursuit is noble and you deserve happiness?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Cut for Salem.*
He shyly kisses their cheek back, leaning against them, closing his eyes.
He seems surprised by the gift, smiling brightly as he looks at the building before turning back to look at her, he leans down and gives them a kiss, a longer, more impassioned one “You didn’t need to do this, thank you.”
He looks over, recognizing them and frowning for just a moment before taking a deep breath “Hello sir.” He says, his voice a little cold.
He raises an eyebrow.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels