stretching

crawling out

appearing behind the reader

casually leaning on @parautility

all the directors are fruits

quiet for a moment, onyx hues move towards the director. face remains expressionless. “really now?”

thanks

cool. the director put it on me.

would you?

go on then

“director.” it responds, voice cold and devoid of any sort of emotion. inky black hues land on her. arms fold behind its back.

appears out of thin air

stretching out stiff limbs and muscles

glancing at him. “i thought you were dead.”

“just a gun? no. I’m more than that.”

“I may not look familiar now but we know each other quite well.”, it gives a ghost of a grin. “you may call me. . dankovsky. you’re in my plane of existence elsewhere, still in the old house though.”

“ah, how unsurprising.”, it lets out a soft noise of content. “wouldn’t expect anything less from you.”

it scoffs as it’s called kid, “it’s like looking at a zoo animal. same treatment really.” it steps closer to the glass, tapping on it with a lanky finger— it seems rather amused by the circumstance of alan being put on watch but it knows it’s necessary.

“mhm.”, inky black eyes never seem to blink as it watches him. “it’s easier to communicate this way.”

/: no words can describe how much I hate having a stuffy nose and like a super minor case of post nasal drip