i feel like i have to babysit him, [he sighs, putting his weight on his heels.] he’s lucky i love him.

// revamping this acc i miss writing dream

[ eyes lazily turn and brows furrow. ] you okay?

[ shoulders lower and a soft sigh rumbled from the void of his face, and despite the physically unreadable expression, empathy hung heavy in the air. ] what can i do for you?

[ sharp horns press back against george’s chest and he rolls him off with a rough shove, laughing. ] duuuude, mind the horns.

you suck at taking care of yourself, [ the eldritch horror spoke lowly, singsong, sitting up from his lax position and regarding the blazeborn. ] let me see, come on.

kiiinda obvious, [ he hums, almost lovingly, head tilting when black locks brush the cavern that is his face. piercing eyes squint and he pokes him with an ashy claw. ] missed me bad, didn’t’cha?

i think you need mental help

[ clawed hands subside in pockets and drеаm regards his sister, squinting at her. he can hear the sourness of her voice and yet he smiles. ] hey, dris.

idiot face, [ he muses, rolling his eyes. ] this old thing? come oooon. [ a hand rubs the back of his neck sheepishly and if there was skin across his countenance, he’d be flushed. ] missed yours.

ah. right. [ a hum slides through tense air with ease, settling nick beside him and gingerly moving his arm to rest on his shoulder so he could see his side. he doesn’t need to ask permission and just peels darkened fabric away from the wound. ] didn’t mean to do that.

you need my smarts. there’s a difference.

// must. change . layout. Or else i die

can you put that on vhs and mail it to me

[ nimble steps inch forward whenever she stepped back, but he respectfully kept his distance. he knew he looked scary, to her no less. his head cocked in inquiry. ] away. had to do some business elsewhere, nothing of your concern nor benefit. sorry for not saying anything.

old? jeez, you befriend a god once, [ drеаm muses, running a hand through tangled hair, brows furrowing. ] bah. whatever. what’ve you been up to? [ brushing himself off, he sits in front of him, criss cross applesauce. ]

[ the “no face under his mask” was partially true, intangible void hidden beyond porcelain. one hand cupped his opposite elbow, eyes to the floor. guilt reeked off of him in waves. something abnormal to him. ] thanks. how have— how have you been?

sleeping, [ drеаm echoed, voice warbled like a scratched record, peering at the brit with white slits of eyes. his mask was discarded, swirling void faced towards the other. ] you do that a lot. thats the reason you keep missin’ me.

[ a low hum slid from the being at the realization of nick’s ignorance towards his own health, and eyes narrowed with furrowed brows. ] right, [ he agreed, sounding tired. drеаm took a regen potion from his inventory and popped the cap with a thumb. ] sure can’t.

new layout.. updaaaates. i only write c! now. also: MAINS CALL! ❤️ to be a main!