@metaltwists
erik, where yer festive spirit ? no costume no nothing ?
@metaltwists ⁀ ྄ᤲ᤺ ( the mutant lightly scoffed, his posture slightly leaning back as he looked at the other. ) a movie ? didn't know those were things yew were into. yew sure you're erik ?
@shiftblame ✧.* eh, no. i don't celebrate. but .. i bought some candy :) i thought we could share and ... watch a movie.ᐣ
| give my new oc some love <33
you bleed with a strange substance —- such magnificent cells.
@dimicos ✧.* ⟨ he brought the back of his hand to his nose, swiping the blood away. ⟩ .. did .. you just compliment my .. cells.ᐣ
what is your mental capacity?
@dimicos ✧.* .. what a forward question. id say.. im stronger than average in that department. all things considered.
* wait , fyi this isn’t meant to be insulting but an inquiry into how mentally strong he is.
help the poor pup, ):
@hyrded ✧.* fine. ill help it. ⟨ with a deep sigh he moved closer to the animal who was sandwiched underneath a car. it had crawled under there and it couldn't get back out. he looked back at the other rolling his eyes before he hovered the car enough so the canine could crawl right out from beneath it. ⟩
do you think one can attaint air?
come on, do it. i know you’re capable of scaring this crowd away.
@metaltwists don’t be offended, they’re too noisy. just look at them chattering so loud, one of my eardrums has burst open.
@hyrded ✧.* i feel as if i should be offended by such a statement. why do you even want this crowd gone.ᐣ
| i might be alive.. cb.ᐣ i miss him
| cb + specify .ᐟ
྄ᤲ᤺ / / * * <3
it had been a few days since the mutant’s release. life had this uncanny feeling to it. freedom felt costly, and it was hard to change the life one previously had. finnigan had taken up the offer to board with the once strange man. however, little progress was made after freedom was restored to finnigan. he still found a way to continue his boxing matches. although, he had taken a slight hiatus from causing mischief.
finnigan found himself bruised and bloodied outside the home of the aforementioned stranger. he had returned from one of his matches; the young man was seated against the wooden logs of the home. beads of sweat dribbled down his face, mixing into his open cuts.
butterfly bandages littered his face. their trail began across the bridge of his brow, to his nose, and down onto his chin. a melted ice pack was held against his eye as he sat there. his mind only reflecting against the last few hours. he couldn’t continue this. . . something needed to change.
@metaltwists ྄ᤲ᤺ " easy there, mate. you haven't seen the other bloke." finnigan quickly retorted. his expression was still littered with confusion. he didn't quiet understand what all of these pieces in erik's house meant. did he steal them ? take them ?. . . how old was erik ? upon the other's return, his poster straightened and he was quick to plaster a smile onto his face. " never had it, can't that bad," he replied, shaking his head at the mention of pain, " 'm fine. don't worry 'bout it. i'll be back in no time at all." the mutant took a sip from the glass. the flavor itself reflected that of semi-sweet apples, grapes, and even pear. it wasn't bad by any means, in fact finnigan even took a longer sip from it. " i would've thought you'd like red wine, this isnt half bad," his eyes carrying back to the fireplace, ". . . um, you have some interesting. . .decorations in yer place."
⟨ he picked up finnigan's glass and his own handing his off to him. ⟩ riesling, one of my favorites. it's very sweet. ⟨ he explained as he returned to his seat, sitting himself down as he sipped more at his drink his eyes on the fireplace yet again. ⟩
@shiftblame ✧.* of course, of course. everyone needs their own escape. i like to read and you like to fight. although it seems you might not be all that good at it. ⟨ erik carried a naturally sarcastic sounding tone, his voice often lacking emotion. but he smiled faintly after the comment which proved it was only a joke. he'd never seen the other fight he couldn't make any bold assumptions of that nature anyway. ⟩ ⟨ the mutant's movements were slow but each one with a goal and purpose behind it. a hand reached up grabbing another glass before taking a sip from his one. he removed the lid and he poured the other a hearty glass of riesling. the wine was placed down with a small clink as he turned his back to the other. luckily while the other decided to get a closer look at the coin he he no knowledge of it at all. ⟩ ⟨ out of context the man's possession of the coin with said symbol on it was questionable if anything. but it held a deeper significance to him. it was one of the last things he had that reminded him of his mother in a sense. not only that but it was the same coin he'd used to avenge her. he didn't bother to clean it up either it has gone right through the skull of the man who experimented on him, who caused him so much physical and emotional pain. it was more of a sick trophy than anything else. ⟩ are you in pain.ᐣ i have some medicine if you'd like it.