@blxxdnghtss
ya' got some freaky lookin' features, sure you ain't dead?
@snakexsinz- She raised a brow, “is that why I keep ‘accidentally’ killing people.?” She asked bluntly.
@snakexsinz- \\ " that I am, toots. " he grinned as he snapped his fingers, summoning a string of spiders and at the string with a slurp. " been dead for uh— hell of I can tell ya'."
/ / cb + drop, dears.
⠀ ⠀⠀" sorry but the shop is close today, you'll have to come back another day. " his soft low and slightly raspy yet with a twist of soften to it as he came over to whoever had entered his little art shop. the man would have rolled up sleeves and a black vest on with a tie, looking rather formal but no too formal as he looked a bit messy with fresh paint stained onto his wrists. his grey eyes would land at the woman in front of him which he didn't come to close to invade her personal space but stood a good distance from her, he would say nothing left but instead only stare with eyes full of curiosity while something else also crept within them as he never seen this woman before within this little town of his.
@artviper The pale woman who seemed so ghostly, but only the red that was stained on her lips sticked out to make her seem human. It was obvious she was breathing quickly, her chest rising and lowering at a quick pace. She had tears running down her face, and before she spoke she chocked on a sob. “Please,” she says rather desperately in a string English accent, “please, sir, my father can’t find me.”
