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❝ I have forgotten about thou birthday, please doth accept this apology. I no longer wish to plague thee with the idea that anyone hath forgotten. ❞
 | caught-in-the-shadows-deactivat asked ; ʕ´•ᴥ•`ʔ! |
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Special little note:
Very amazing. Much good. Yus. Indeed.
hELLO CAN I LOVE ON YOU FOREVER ?
Nope, you either give the hat back or the gun comes out.
Nothing but chuckling.
❝ I don’t have time Break. I have paperwork you aren’t getting to. ❞
Break honestly didn’t care, he was too busy having fun witnessing Gilbert’s rather hilarious reactions. “Oh it seems you’ll have to take it by force if you want it back so badly~”
Rather sick of the constant stealing of his hat, and rather exasperated by his lack of concern for duties, it was rather likely that the man in black clad wouldn’t give in to his tedious diversions.
❝ I’m starting to think that wearing a hat is a bad idea. ❞
Nope, you either give the hat back or the gun comes out.
Nothing but chuckling.
❝ I don’t have time Break. I have paperwork you aren’t getting to. ❞
Alabaster and Ebony || caught-in-the-shadows
Ambivalence, that was the first thing that arose when he had stiffened in the midst of the corridor. Irises that glimmered with it’s dim light, honey coating the walls with a single gaze. Eyes barely shifted in their sockets, he had stilled himself as he wandered down the path of endless thought. Remorse had began to cling to him, profusely urging him away from his retreat. Retracting from the premises was his only way of an abstract retort, but he certainly wouldn’t be getting out of his tremendous dope.
Of course, someone had to scatter rumors of a supposed noirette returning to the manor. And not only had that been overwhelming, someone had contorted his words and made it seem like he had done something obscene with a certain head of white. Of course, he had fallen deep enough as it is, and now he would deal with the chagrin that encompassed his very being.
❝ —- What have I done this time ? ❞
If you roleplay an Oz, Break, or Alice.
And ship any of those with Gilbert.
Then I salute you.
And I give you the invitation to do a thing with me.
Just tag me in an open or starter and I’m all good.
-throws this gaywod at you-
-pokes limp figure on the ground-
Is it alive ?
Just barely //shot so hard AHA PUNS EVERYWHERE
Will Gil screeching into his ear do the trick ?
//Puns are the shit. I be drowning in them puns like yo.
If you roleplay an Oz, Break, or Alice.
And ship any of those with Gilbert.
Then I salute you.
And I give you the invitation to do a thing with me.
Just tag me in an open or starter and I’m all good.
-throws this gaywod at you-
-pokes limp figure on the ground-
Is it alive ?
Gil wasn’t sure if he should be taken aback by this action, but he assumed that just wearing a solid, awkward expression suited itself best.
He only hoped he could get Break back for doing such a thing with his stress-relievers, but he knew it would only bite him in the ass if he did.
“…well you wasted something that cost me a fortune to get. How can I not be upset?”
Gilbert was always seemed to be fretting about something, though perhaps Break should have chosen something other than Gilbert’s precious cigarettes. Though, to mess with Liam and Gilbert was like killing two birds with one stone.
All he had to do now was wake Liam.
“I’m sure you save up again, though the time spent clean might do you some good~”
A brief huff and the crossing of arms, it was rather obvious how he was feeling at this very moment. It always ended up this way, and his moaning and groaning about it got him nowhere, and Break was no exception. All he could do is wait out the situation and hope for the best.
‘If only I could do something.’
“It isn’t that easy.”
Complaining through a muffled voice, he wasn’t getting anywhere with this.
That wasn’t the point! He had paid a large amount for those. The prices had been rising and he had been stocking up them.
‘Such a waste~!’
Surely the clown wouldn’t understand his reasons.
Pushing the sleeve away from his lips, he frowned as he watched Break slide the cigarettes through Liam’s nostrils.
“…why do I bother?” Mumbled voice, and an exasperated Gil.
Once the deed was finished, Break turned on his heels, back to facing a rather upset Raven. Gilbert wore an expression Break loved to see, one of aggravation and annoyance. Such a lovely expression, especially if provoked by Break himself.
“Don’t be such a cry baby~” Break mused, taking one cigarette from the three that were still left in the box. The other ones were used for other various things. Walking towards him, Break stuffed the stick in the ravens mouth.
Gil wasn’t sure if he should be taken aback by this action, but he assumed that just wearing a solid, awkward expression suited itself best.
He only hoped he could get Break back for doing such a thing with his stress-relievers, but he knew it would only bite him in the ass if he did.
“…well you wasted something that cost me a fortune to get. How can I not be upset?”
“Break~! Those were my last ones!”
That inconsiderate bastard!
“What do you think you’re doing with them?! Don’t waste them like that!”
Break rushed over, his sleeve covering the Raven’s mouth. Honestly, could he be any louder?
“I thought you were quitting, so I thought I wouldn’t let them go to waste.I guess it doesn’t come as a surprise to know you’ve fallen through that againnn~” He mused before sticking another stick Liam’s left nostril.
Complaining through a muffled voice, he wasn’t getting anywhere with this.
That wasn’t the point! He had paid a large amount for those. The prices had been rising and he had been stocking up them.
‘Such a waste~!’
Surely the clown wouldn’t understand his reasons.
Pushing the sleeve away from his lips, he frowned as he watched Break slide the cigarettes through Liam’s nostrils.
”…why do I even bother?“ Mumbled voice, and an exasperated Gil.
Did Break steal his cigarettes?
The white-haired freak was the only suspect in this crime.
Here you find the hatter using the stolen cigarettes from Gilbert, trying to stuff one in Liam’s nose as he takes a quick power nap.
“Break~! Those were my last ones!”
That inconsiderate bastard!
“What do you think you’re doing with them?! Don’t waste them like that!”