Half-waves at CXV. “Haven’t seen you in a while. Where’ve you been?”

“I’m...sorry...that your version of me wasn’t...” He winces.

“God!! I can’t even take a fucking nap anymore without you stirring up shit! At least give me, like, five minutes! Jeez! Fuckin’ asshole!”

"Please. No annihilating. Not tonight. Let me fucking sleep for once, you jerks."

"More Promptos? Bring it on." #FakeRP

Chucks his fishing pole into the water. “That’s it. I’m done. Fuck fishing. I’m done. DONE.”

"I-I can't believe it--"

He wipes his face again and again, but it continues to ooze. He can’t let anyone see him like this...

“Assclown.” There. He insulted him first.

Holds his fist out for Nᴏᴄᴛɪs Lᴜᴄɪs Cᴀᴇʟᴜᴍ. "Same, dude."

“It’s the Doom Train, bitch.”

//HI I FORGOT THIS ACCOUNT EXISTED

//I could turn this account into something else

“What’d I miss?”

“Not like I did it on purpose...”

Everytime he casts death, it's really creepy because his body just starts to rot

LRT //He wears gloves now and long sleeves because of this. One day it just stopped going back to normal.

“Wall Market’s actually kinda cool...”

Sigh.

"Happy Father's day, Dad...I know it's late, but..."