I gots a joke for ya. Where do dead men walk? . . . . . . . . Nowhere. Ha ha ha...

((I haven't seen any Catti accounts. Should I make one?))

You laughed at that garbage? You got no sense of humor. *He's the one that made the joke... Then laughed at his own joke. Old people are weird.*

I hear you kiddies like memes. Number numb, or something. All of the bases are loaded. Tollolol? I don't know any a' these things.

Did I get em wrong?

((Catti account is being made now!))

((The Catti account I just made is @emo_cat_gurl ! Go follow there, I'll probably primarily be there for a while, but I'll just back and forth.))

((Don't forget to follow my Catti account! @emo_cat_gurl ))

He was lucky he got to exit before the world ends.

"Who wants to know? What are you, a cop?"

The fountains might be getting closed as quickly as they open. The fresh wounds to the earth where they once lay will succumb to infection. Why bother in the first place?

You want to hear a story, eh?

Do you know what ghosts are? They're sad, evicted things. Memories without a home.

I've stepped through too many portals, been present in too many worlds simultaneously. Bits and pieces of me stay on the other side. Waiting.

((Gonna be a bit honest, here. I don't think this Deltarune verse on Twitter is for me. Too much memeing, too much unfocused nonsense. I'd hoped to explore Seam's character, but it looks like no one here is much for more serious toned roleplay.))