004 >> july 26 - evening - text

[hollowleg]

[[ Context for this post! Be aware that it contains violence, body horror, and a bit of gore. ]]

so we have baristas and students and a vet and doctors and all kinds of people in the Secret Number Club. Do we have any dental students? i know you guys need to collect human teeth to mess with in school and i recently came into possession of an almost complete set. almost complete because i think i swallowed some. haha… no, positive. i counted.

i dont think im a vampire. i don't crave blood per se. but i DID eat a whole mutant animal before I realized what was happening. and then…

you know what i don't really want to talk about it.

i just want to get rid of these teeth but i wanted to ask if anyone needed them before i just put them in the garbage.

[then added a little later;]


shit.

i'm scared.

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[hollowleg]

[Shiro answers the door, looking pretty bad, all things told. His right cheek is stained red with dried blood that he couldn't quite get off (after his little nap in a pool of his own fluids) and the rest of him is pale as can be. He also can't seem to close his mouth all the way. He has a half-eaten bag of popcorn in his hand, from Bakura's suggestion]

Hey. Come in.

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[reapsthewind]

[she comes on in]

You look like shit.

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[hollowleg]

Yeth, I know.

[dammit teeth, he can't properly formulate "S" sounds. He walks back to the couch and shoves a handful of popcorn into his mouth, scraping his finger on a fang on the way out. He's done that like five times this evening. He's decided he doesn't care]

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[reapsthewind]

Where do you keep the cups and glasses? We'll drink whiskey and watch bad Netflix or something, and not think about stuff.

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[hollowleg]

Above the think. [he points to the kitchen, indicating the sink. The TV Is already turned on to some bad movie] ThyFy is having a thitty movie marathon. I've been... kinda lookin at that.

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[reapsthewind]

[two glasses, ice, and WHISKEY. yes.]

Shit, let's do it. Sharktopus and Sharknado and Snakehead Terror and all that shit.

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[hollowleg]

[he huffs and takes one of the glasses] Thoundth like a good enough plan to me. [OH ARE YOU EATING/DRINKING? Of course Soba is interested] Came out of hiding, huh? You can't have any of thith, cat. [and he's just going to down the entire glass ok, ok]

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[reapsthewind]

I did bring some sausages, though I figured we'd eat those or something, not your cat.

... I'm not sure why I got sausages specifically.

[hollowleg]

M'not gonna eat my cat, Chrith. He'th interethed in what I'm drinking. Becauthe catth.

[he looks over at Chris] Becauthe thauthage ith good? Get it out.

[reapsthewind]

[aw yeah sausages. there's a couple of different ones actually, a few bratwurst, some italian ones, and then some really funky like, turkey and goat cheese with rosemary ones]

I dunno they were on sale and shit.

[CAT NO THOSE AREN'T FOR YOU]

[hollowleg]

[YUM SAUSAGE. Don't mind him while he takes like... five. And makes quick work of them]

Mmm... it feelth good to eat.

[even if he still feels a bit nauseated]

[BUT ALL FOOD IS FOR CAT??? Shiro has to push him away, to which he responds with a loud meow]

IDK IF YOU HAD REALIZED WHAT ID MEANT?????

[reapsthewind]

... Uh. The brats were raw, Shiro.......

[ :| ]

NO I REALIZE

[hollowleg]

Yeah, and?

[EATING THAT RAW SAUSAGE, NBD.]

My hunger stayth away longer if the meat is raw. ... It doethn't make me thick either. I should uh... cook you some, though.

[he gets his butt off the couch and heads to the kitchen]

Thauthage tathtes better cooked, though. [he frowns as he pulls out his big skillet] I mith eating cooked food...

[reapsthewind]

... well, on the bright side, at least you can eat at all. If this keeps up

[gesturing at arms and stuff]

I'll starve to death because apparently I can only subsist on some shit that doesn't exist.

[PAUSE]

... SO YEAH SAUSAGES. I prolly only need two or three, you can have the rest of the raw ones.

[hollowleg]

Uh... well... hopefully you'll get thome of that thtuff that doethn't exitht before that happenth?

[Shiro puts the skillet on the stove and turns it out, aiming to get it really hot before he puts on the sausages] Come pick out the oneth you want, then.

[reapsthewind]

How about the turkey ones? Those sounded good. And... maybe this spicey one.

[hollowleg]

Two turkeyth and an italian spithe, comin' up. [a little bit of oil, then he tosses them in the skillet, as well as a couple for him (he might as well, they were much tastier cooked).] Ugh... I gotta figure out how to not talk with thith lithp. It'th gonna drive me nutth.

[reapsthewind]

My mom used to make me put marbles in my mouth to try to get my screeching to stop. It didn't help, but I did learn to enunciate really clearly.

Might help.

[hollowleg]

Marbleth? [marbles...] Well, it'th worth a thhot. Gotta learn to tuck 'em in, too. Like I don't attract enough attention anyway. [ALRIGHT sausages are done. He puts them on a plate and brings them to his guest, then sits down with his; both the cooked and the raw] Fuuuuuuuck.