2) What are your characters most prominent physical features? (x)
I’m gonna go with hair.
*she follows behind the nameless young woman then shrugs* Pretty sure it was those gray faces again. Those things are everywhere and have fun tormenting people.
Fuckin’ hell, don’t get me started on those. Don’t you get like, a condition, though? ‘s it jus’ tha’ you can’t sleep ‘till a date?
Mmh, for the most part. It’s not all about the gift-giving, there’s also a celebratory aspect. Not many people decorate their homes for a birthday, but there is a lot of singing. Storytelling as well.
That being said, there are other ways you can show a person how much you appreciate them. Your mere presence, or a hug, or even something small and hand-crafted is enough. As long as you can find a way to bring a smile to someone’s face, it will be enough.
D’you have any Christmas stories? C’n y’ give me some examples? What’s it like?
Wicked… Who d’you see at Christmas? I don’t have ‘nyone I wanna see, but givin’ presents and all sounds fun.
[She’s still grinning. Could probably wipe it off, but won’t anytime soon.] “Oh!”
“Do you wanna, uh, maybe come up to a spot in the woods with me?”
[ Is that a euphemism. ]
”… Yeah. I think? What. Where. Explain?”
❝ Afraid, honey? ❞ — you could say he found it at least slightly amusing. While the crowd wasn’t much, in the bar, it still brought a smile to his lips to have the little amount of present people in complete silence, after his little act of… Passionate anger, you’d say. Surely, he had to work more on that little issue.
[ & ] he though his time with Charles had helped.
things weren’t easy, now.
Icy hues moved to take a good look to the place — a barman was already calling some emergency number, it seemed. Which basically meant cops would be there soon. It wasn’t that he didn’t have the means to fight them, given the chance… But it’d be absolutely unnecessary, and he didn’t feel like dealing with a great amount of homo-sapiens just like the one he had just stabbed.
A stupid, drunkhard pig..
❝ I promise nothing wrong will happen to you, or anybody else. So long you behave, that is. ❞ He offered a shrug, then glanced directly to the feminine figure. ❝ Want a beer? ❞
Honey is an acquired taste, not exactly one of her favourites. Pet names. Could go without. She didn’t reply, but the silence in itself — and just the tiniest shrink in her stature when he spoke — should be just about enough of an answer.
”Yeah.” And a weak, weak smile.
Her heart went out to the man at the phone, and the man with the knife in his hand, and, well, everybody in the bar that wasn’t calling people honey. The door was right there. She could just… run. But on some level it felt like that would be more detrimental to her health than staying might be. Man, bar, drunk people, she’s no criminologist, but it seemed unlikely that assault on a drunkard would go hand in hand with murdered a young woman. Better safe than sorry, though. She squeezed her hands behind her back.
”Mhmm.” She could behave. Yeah. She could do that. And she took a couple seconds longer to answer the second question, before taking a tiny, tentative step away from the wall. “Tha’— tha’d be nice.” If you’re gonna get stabbed, there are worse ways to get stabbed than with a beer in hand.
Ya make it sound like I’mma some sorta animal.
Well I’m not.
Do people shave animals ‘n their sleep?
I was tryna sound like a dumb frat boy or summat.