☠ nine [translated from eldritch]

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Hello, Network.
Why don't you tell me about your monsters?
Whether they're real, fictional, or people so horrifying that they're considered monstrosities.


( encrypted to norman osborn )

Hi.

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[caprihorn]

_{They are in at being bitching scars.}

[Grinning and stepping in a little closer.]

You could all get at looking a little closer in on them.

[amoray]

[OOH MR. MAKARA OOH]

Yeah, maybe.

[the hand-holding ends when he digs his nails in, because too much sentimentality and he'll just get awkward. and then Gamzee will probably laugh in his face or something.]

Would it be worth wearin' your fuckin' greasepaint for the rest a the day again? 'Cos that shit don't come off.

[caprihorn]

[Good thing that wasn't the metal hand or that might have hurt for Eridan. As it is Gamzee still can't really feel it though and won't notice it being too bad until he has blood trickling down his fingers, so he's just going to give Eridan a much tighter hand hold if he doesn't pull away.

Speaking of metallic hands though, Gamzee's right arm is awkwardly moving behind Eridan in an attempt to pull him in even closer still.]

_{You already got your understanding on that's it's at worthwhile.}

[amoray]

Sure, why not.

[he tangles his free hand in Gamzee's hair, leaning in and , for the most part, closing the distance between them. however, Eridan doesn't make the first move - he waits, to see if Gamzee will.]

[caprihorn]

[He almost grins a little too wide as he feels the hand weave into his hair.

Then he makes his move. The kiss he goes for this time is no less blundering than the first, but it is something much gentler than its predecessor.

Well, as gentle as it can be with his teeth and inexperience.]