She shakes her head, while their mouth is opening providing the proper dosage of medicine, “Your doctor girlfriend.”
She nods, opening the door for them, though staying behind it, barely big enough for them.
“That ain’t nothin’ new, I had some real interestin’ places I’ve lived in befer. Now how ‘bout ya lead the way.”
He swallows it, blinking. "I see."
He squeezes through and finds a space large enough for him to lay down on the ground.
"This way." he takes them the way opposite the one he was facing.
She helps them to sit up and waits for the effect to kick in.
There aren’t many places, next to her bed is the largest, this is a goblin’s apartment after all.
She skips after them, happy to follow and probably not get murdered, humming to herself.
"Oh, paracelcus, when did you get here?"
He chuckles nervously. "I... did not think this through..."
She takes her to his upper layer of his shipping container, decently sized and fitted with, all though all of it's tiny, a sitting area, bedroom, and a kitchen
“You didn’t take your meds, and now I’m mad at you.” She kisses them on the cheek.
She continues to stand behind the door, chuckling nervously with them “I guess you didn’t… why did you come so soon?”
She walks over to the sitting area, Sandstorm following as she sits down on one of the chairs, crossing her legs, “Ain’t this place nice?”
"You're supposed to remind me."
"I... I just felt like it was the right thing to do.."
"it's the optimal Traveling Space." he sits across from her, Dexter petting sandstorm if it lets them.
She thinks about it for a moment before smiling “I’m not longer mad at you, I’m sorry.”
She doesn’t know how to react to that, “… I thought you needed time to think…?”
She smiles at them, and Sandstorm definitely lets them “Why can’t I touch ya? Ya got some special power that makes ya untouchable?”
"I see, well thank you." he hugs her.
"I... I did think, and... I owe it to you and to myself to... actually try.. I cant ignore that.. I feel something for you."
"The majority of my humanity is gone, I am mostly Nightmare now, and can become intangible at will."
She hugs them back, sitting down next to them, “Love you Robin.”
She shakes her head, looking at the ground, “A-are you sure you really want to try…?” She walks from behind her door, just dressed in some simple clothes.
“That ain’t too fun, I like ya, an’ not bein’ able ta touch ya would be real sad, it’s how I show love!” She says, leaning back.
He hears the strumming of an electric guitar nearby. The presence is nearly overwhelming.
He takes out his Roan, beginning to counterplay with the guitar, though it may be considered a challenge, strumming his string as he feels the being. He begins to approach.
The volume suddenly rises beyond what a normal guitar could reach as Atticus plays a riff. The trees seem to burn of their own accord from the sound alone. "Now you try." He sounds calm, casual, even friendly.
He closes his eyes, and his fingers begin to move across the strings, before replying with a singular note of his own, though it doesn’t cause the same effect, or at least not an obvious one, before placing his eyes once more.
The volume suddenly rises beyond what a normal guitar could reach as Atticus plays a riff. The trees seem to burn of their own accord from the sound alone. "Now you try." He sounds calm, casual, even friendly.
He closes his eyes, and his fingers begin to move across the strings, before replying with a singular note of his own, though it doesn’t cause the same effect, or at least not an obvious one, before placing his eyes once more.
He plays a few more notes, like the beginning of the solo, before chuckling. It's still not clear exactly where he is. "Care for a lesson?"
The volume suddenly rises beyond what a normal guitar could reach as Atticus plays a riff. The trees seem to burn of their own accord from the sound alone. "Now you try." He sounds calm, casual, even friendly.
He closes his eyes, and his fingers begin to move across the strings, before replying with a singular note of his own, though it doesn’t cause the same effect, or at least not an obvious one, before placing his eyes once more.
He plays a few more notes, like the beginning of the solo, before chuckling. It's still not clear exactly where he is. "Care for a lesson?"
He sits back down at the base of a tree, “I could always be better, why not, but how about you reveal yourself first?” He offers, one hand tapping the sheath of his blade, attempting to sense where they are.
She hugs them back, sitting down next to them, “Love you Robin.”
She shakes her head, looking at the ground, “A-are you sure you really want to try…?” She walks from behind her door, just dressed in some simple clothes.
“That ain’t too fun, I like ya, an’ not bein’ able ta touch ya would be real sad, it’s how I show love!” She says, leaning back.
He closes his eyes, and his fingers begin to move across the strings, before replying with a singular note of his own, though it doesn’t cause the same effect, or at least not an obvious one, before placing his eyes once more.
*Cut for Salem.*
She gives him a kiss before getting up, going to her desk, “I’ve got some work I’ve got to do. If that’s okay.”
She holds one of their fingers, “We can go back to your place if you want. It’s okay.”
“So can I touch ya now?” She asks, not reaching out a hand towards them yet, “Not goin’ ta make ya be nice.”
He plays a few more notes, like the beginning of the solo, before chuckling. It's still not clear exactly where he is. "Care for a lesson?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
She nods, smiling villainously “Of course you can.”
She helps pull them up, though not by much, going back to the door.
“Depends on what? Come on, give me a hint at least.”
He sits back down at the base of a tree, “I could always be better, why not, but how about you reveal yourself first?” He offers, one hand tapping the sheath of his blade, attempting to sense where they are.
*once again*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Hello Jobah.*
She looks down at them, before running a nail along their back rhythmically as she works.
She grabs some of her clothes, more than she needs at the moment, taking them out with her.
“Where is available? An’ don’t worry, it ain’t gonna be nothin’ ya’ll hate.”
*sounds about right*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*hiya*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Its been too long since we’ve talked.*
*yeah, what, two hours?*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Definitely too long, we gotta cut that by at least a minute.*
*I had to think about it for a second.*
She holds out a vial to them, “Babe? Could you drink this and tell me what happens?”
She definitely would prefer being carried, so tiny in his massive arms.
She puts out a hand, running a finger along their shoulder to their hand, before smiling.