“Dude, this verse really needs to just… chill.”

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… Fine. He’ll take the necklace, and her hand for holding. Not because he’s scared. Just in case he like trips or whatever.

Maybe he’ll make an appearance today. Maybe.

“The last time I needed approval from anything red white and blue was when I applied for Jaws camp in 1987.”

“Seductive Sunday or whatever.” Flexes unenthusiastically.

“I know I can.”

“… Oh, boy.” He mumbled. Yeah, he knew all about this guy. This would be… unpredictable. “Well, party clown hours resume tomorrow morning.” A resolute nod as he sipped his drink.

“… Well it’s been a week.” Spoken nonchalantly with a shrug. “A few weeks actually… years. It’s been a few damn decades.”

“Oh we don’t have the kinda time for that baggage unpacking.” He chortled at his own expense, shaking his head. “Wanna drink?”

“Yeah I know.” He murmured with a half smirk, then pulled a beer right from the pack and handed it to his new guest. “Quill is fine.”

//Please stop me from making a Dracula account with Luke Evans or an FC I haven’t thought of yet.

//I said stop me and you’re all literally doing the opposite.

//Here.

“Ooooo, third place. Bronze medal. Not bad for my first Peter Olympics… What kinda retro stuff?”

//In my villain era right now. Catch me over on 𓆩 𝕯𝖗𝖆𝖈𝖚𝖑𝖆 𓆪

Making an appearance.

He’s beckoning her with curling fingers, his smirk eager.

//Man, my TL isn’t even about RP or verse talk anymore. What the hell is the point?