lastinggaster:

* [Eight stares up at Flaps in silence while he speaks. His expression is…fairly unreadable, but its clearly made some sort of impact, because he flinches away from the other just slightly.

He doesn’t move, nor speak for a good moment or so after he finishes his speech, staring vacantly at the ground, thinking on his words.

When he does reply, he’s far quieter than he was before.]

* …I don’t know.

* I mostly expected not to make it in the first place?
* I’ve been alone long enough already. I’m sort of used to it at this point anyway.

* [He visibly winces at something, glancing to the side and muttering under his breath.

Null has sat up at this point, watching from a distance]

* [He huffs out a long, slow sigh….. And his expression softens a bit.]

* If you do make it, I do hope you make a point to try and fix the wrongs you’ve done on everyone. You’ve made an absolute mess for way too many people and it wasn’t needed.

* I’m not about to sit here and tell you not to do what you’ve been working towards – god knows you’re too far gone for that – but the damage you’ve done to everyone else is something that you need to go about repairing. Or at least make the effort.

* If you DO make that effort – then you have a safe place here. If nothing comes about, though, you won’t be welcome here again.

lastinggaster:

* MMM. HE WOULD BE.
* HE HASN’T BEEN OFF MY BACK ABOUT IT SINCE HE FOUND OUT THAT TWO WAS MINE.

* [Eight glances back at him with the question, blinking just a tad nervously.]

* …?
* SURE, I SUPPOSE SO?
* AS LONG AS IT IS QUICK.

* [He was already fairly prepared to have himself a lecture, so Flaps asking isn’t too much of a surprise. He nods, stopping beside him, making another glance or two towards the fluffy lump in the grass.

Said fluffy lump opens one eye under all his fur, watching the two skeletons in silence.
…Aside from the occassional comically fake snore.]

* [Ohh, Eight. You poor fool. Flaps makes sure to wind up his shot out of Eight’s line of sight – as soon as he’s fully facing Flaps, he gets socked right in the jaw, hard. Hopefully hard enough to knock him on his ass, at the very least. He looks mad.]

* THAT’S for all the goddamn shit you’ve been putting people through. I hope you’re damn well ready to sit here and listen to me because you are not going ANYWHERE until you do. Are we clear?

lastinggaster:

* I THINK…ABOUT…THREE…?
* THERE ARE THREE OTHERS BACK AT MY LAB, THOUGH, SO I SUPPOSE THAT SHOULD BE ALL BUT NULL. AND TWO.
* I’M FETCHING HIM FROM GEIST AFTER THIS.

* [Oh that sure is…a dragon. Has that always been there? He dosent remember.
Doesn’t care to, either.
Admittedly though, the garden is nice. He almost wishes that he could stay, where it’s nice and quiet…

Null himself is curled up comfortably in the grass, looking fairly out out place upon the green, like a big dark hill;
A hill that is snoring quietly.
And leaving fur all over the floor.]

* …WELL, AT LEAST HE’S NOT HARD TO FIND…

* oh? i had almost forgotten that geist had him, hah. i bet he’ll be pretty relieved.

* [Ah, that motherfucker. What a tool. Loafing around in the grass… But Flaps stops before they get there, and turns around.]

* hey, so, uh. Before you go take him and do whatever you gotta do – could i have a word with you, really quick?

* [He’s stopped so that Null’s definitely at least within earshot.]