“Maybe.”
It was true that Kellen missed his mom terribly, but his dad had made it perfectly clear that he’d disowned his son and would certainly be unwelcome at their home, despite if Sera permitted the visit.
Ori rested his chin on Kellen’s shoulder, trying to comfort him as best as he could. He had always been terrible at this, but he could also feel how badly the other needed it.
“Things have a weird way of working out. Don’t lose hope quite yet, okay?”
“I’m not putting up with you. I just don’t know what you want from me right now,” he grumbled in response, still so obviously confused.
“I don’t get why you’re so damn aggressive to me and then get upset when I don’t enjoy it. I just don’t understand why everything feels so fucking weird between us lately, and the way you keep acting makes me feel like it’s my fault for some reason.”
“Just forget it,” she mumbled, rolling over onto her side and curling up a little. It didn’t bother her that the ground was too hard or that there were rocks pressing into her ribs. She couldn’t really feel them through the chaos going on in her head and instincts.
Nope. Except that one time Chance kinda got out of hand, but we fixed that
>.> I’m not entirely sure I actually regret letting Chance do whatever he wanted because he was actually going to do worse >.> <.<
And now he can’t do shit
Guess I need to make a new monster to torture everyone xD mwahahahahaha
Nope. Except that one time Chance kinda got out of hand, but we fixed that
>.> I’m not entirely sure I actually regret letting Chance do whatever he wanted because he was actually going to do worse >.> <.<
Name: Peter “Pete” Elmhurst
Face:
What: Ghost
Duties: He’s dead
Age: eternally 16
Sexuality: Was bi, but he’s dead, so what use it?
Talents: Being Dead
Pete’s been dead since 1997. He died around April 9th of complications from pneumonia. Due to not being able to get enough air, his lungs were damaged and the wait list for a transplant just took too long. He doesn’t really know why he chose not to pass on, maybe he was scared, but he still uses awful 90′s slang.
Name: Aislynn
Face:
What: Werecat::Lynx
Duties: Student
Age: 17
Sexuality: Straight
Talents: Heightened senses, accelerated healing, longer lifespan, shifting
Aislynn was orphaned as a baby. A hunter killed her mother but didn’t seem to have the stomach to murder an infant. August was the one to find her and bring her home. She’s got his kind heart, but she doesn’t trust easily and she blames her other father for that one.
“Cabinet next to the refrigerator. You want it, you can fetch it yourself,” he murmured, eyes closed as he stretched out on the rug like a tall, blonde cat, his shirt riding up a bit and exposing his stomach before he settled in a comfortable position again.
With a whine, she tried to scoot off the couch and fell over, landing with a soft thud. “My body doesn’t work,” she giggled, wiggling about until she could use his stomach for a pillow. “Use the Force, Dae Dae. I don’t trust my legs to walk.”
Yes
You are a terrible influence
-grabby hands-
His name is Pete and when I told him no he said “Dude, I’m dead. What do I care if you say no?” and promptly started singing Man on the Moon.
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