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[There’s a lot of things I want to do, and my biggest grievance is that days are far too short for all the shit I want to get done. :’) But I like this scenario. POV shifts sporadically between all three.]
TW: Anything involving Morell usually warrants gore or blood; Socket fucking (sort of??); Patches lives through damage that would maim someone.
“ So, it has come to this? ”
Nebul looks at the monster before him. A frankly pathetic display, as per usual.
The dullahan sways slightly in place, and while Nebul’s sense of smell is greatly diminished compared to that of most living monsters, he can practically smell the alcohol wafting off that green vegetable head. He’s more than hammered, the wraith would be surprised if his coworker was able to tell left from right. Patches won’t meet his eyes, not after boldly draping himself over the shopkeeper’s counter, but the radiant flush of seaweed green on his cheeks speaks for itself. Words aren’t needed for the wraith to tell that this one wants to be taken for a ride, but he’d like to hear them anyway, so Nebul remains impassive until the pressure forces speech out of the other.
“ I dunno… A-Are you busy? ”
Lollygagging. But it’s usually very easy to make him speak.
“ Am I too busy to fuck you? ”
The green monster fumbles, withdrawing from the counter momentarily. Nebul deeply enjoys it when people understand that he can’t be so easily seduced, that manners will get them everywhere as opposed to whorish displays. But then again, the dullahan probably already knew such, maybe he just wanted to provoke the shopkeeper. He won’t put the scientist above that.
Claws tap harshly against wood.
“ Mm- Well… ”
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