» conjured up an idea. “This place could always do with a good clean, @BlueHairedMale.”

The giggle that had been elicited prior was instantly heightened, a much more distinguishable chuckle now made evident as » @BlueHairedMale

» green optics crinkled upon the corners in a facade of mirth. “I was only kidding, @BlueHairedMale.”

“That island was a piece of shit from start to finish. We should have stayed in Kong, Murdoc Niccals.”

“Heh, I would never ask you to do such a thing. Well, maybe I would. But that's not the point.” Amethyst tresses spilled » @BlueHairedMale

» about the girl's features as she shook her head, a faint smile curving upon roseate tiers. “Well, you know you're » @BlueHairedMale

» always welcome to help yourself to my video games, @BlueHairedMale.”

@BlueHairedMale | Aflahdbskala. [hyperventilates] DMs! |

The grin plastered upon ambrosial features only served to widen upon @BlueHairedMale's words, blunt ivories embedding themselves within »

» the velvet plush of the guitarist's lower lip in a deteriorated attempt at masking her evident display of merriment. » @BlueHairedMale

» “Of course, @BlueHairedMale! You never even need to ask.”

“Tch.” Folding lithesome arms beneath the rise of her chest, the female angled cherubic features away from Murdoc Niccals, before »

» delivering her audibly vexed response. “Because the cyborg replica you replaced me with is just my imagination, right Murdoc Niccals?”

Just as the younger of the pair had eagerly anticipated, her words had peaked the interest of the vocalist that stood behind her, » тwo-dee

» finally rousing his attentiveness to what else she had to deliver. Angling her form rearward a fraction so as to become parallel » тwo-dee

» with тwo-dee once more, the female elevated a cadaverous hand in order to study bare talons, an indisputably arrogant nonchalance »

» filtering from delicately simpering brims and into her modulation as she addressed the male before her. “Oh, you know. Just some » тwo-dee

» zombie survival experience I thought I'd treat you to. But, you're too tired to go, right?” The smile that had previously » тwo-dee

» ghosted angelic lineaments had now flourished into an irrevocably ample smirk, the girl's forestry oculars withdrawing from her » тwo-dee

» digits and diverting themselves to settle upon тwo-dee's own charcoal tones as she awaited his counteraction.