hyrded
you’re standing too close. take another step and you’ll crash into me.
testedsoul
hyrded
don’t play with fire, vincent. when it burns, the scars aren’t pretty.
hyrded
your scent.. is different this time. new cologne?
hyrded
&&. sorry, lys. i haven’t been able to get to all our threads but, ill try to get to them asap. i’m packed with work butttt, dropping these to make up for the lack of activity for our threads.
-goldenghost
i don't want my daughter to get false eyelashes, and i stand by that. she is pretty naturally, and most importantly, how is she not terrified of the glue going in her eyes? i take vision very seriously, and she doesn't need any additional cosmetic crap.
* midas rambled on and on while he helped chop the wood for the fire. * do you understand what i mean?
-goldenghost
vincent, there's some VIP's running things on the island.
there's someone sitting in my special chair, and pressing my special button!
-goldenghost
this man! * he then takes a deep breath and attempts to calm himself down so at least he's talking with an inside-voice rather than yelling. *
the button brings up the map and where the agents are. it's important for meetings.
testedsoul
@-goldenghost , whooa, whoa, midas. take a breather. who’s in your special chair— and what’s that special button do? / aw no poor midas ):
testedsoul
/ urgg, the impulse to halt everything with vince until i give him a proper backstory and current goal is very very strong
altrdmorality
what is that.
testedsoul
@altrdmorality , talking to other people. in this case, spying. you know, like listening in on others from afar.
valentine_vixen
i’m beginning to regret ever trying to reconnect with my father. he has single handedly ruined my life from his deathbed.
valentine_vixen
@testedsoul i’m his only child. he left his entire life’s work to me. that means people’s lives and jobs too.
altrdmorality
what doing here.
altrdmorality
( the kid leaves, disappearing into his cave momentarily before returning. in his hand, surprisingly, one tiny little 'bowl' carved out of wood. he uses it to scoop some macaroni, sitting down and promptly devouring it. )
testedsoul
@altrdmorality , real good. * another nod, he sets the packet of cheese aside until the noodles are ready. eventually, they are, and he mixes in the cheese, stirring with his hunting knife. it’s done, and there’s no bowls, so he simply shrugs, * dig in. it’s hot, though. so be careful.
altrdmorality
( his eyes lock onto said packet rather quickly, brows gently furrowing as he studies it. ) no.. or not remember. would be long time ago. is good?
-goldenghost
* midas was asleep on the couch at vince's cabin. he was curled up in a thick blanket with his legs drawn to his chest for comfort. his golden prosthetic arm was on the edge of the couch he was laying on. eventually, with a metallic clank noise, it slid from the couch and hit the floor. *
// context is he's staying with vince for a while after his escape from the underworld
-goldenghost
anything noteworthy to share? * he asked as he walked to the nearby window and stared out at it. when the mug was brought to him, he smiled softly and carefully took it. * thank you.
testedsoul
@-goldenghost , not much. i was just going over some maps. * vince got up, going to pour the other a cup of coffee, * wasn’t too tired, i guess. * coffee poured, he brought the mug over to midas, * here ya go.
-goldenghost
i think i could use a coffee. and i'm doing okay. * he'd confirm. he pushed the blanket off and stood up, stretching until his back clicked. after that was done, his eye focused on his arm on the coffee table. he bent slightly, and his golden hand picked the arm up to begin securing it in place. * so, what have i missed?