Flips through his old clothes and smiles as he pulls out a maroon tee. "Huh. Forgot about this one..."

💭I got you, Bambino.

💭You go, ladies...

Is carefully restringing an expensive violin.

⁂ Nobody { wins } in war. ⁂ The { Hound } of the Underground. The Patriarch A father figure to { all } a villain to { one } 21+ (N)SFW for triggering and adult themes. Literate/descriptive Novella style. OC's and MV welcome. ❤️ and repost!

Seeing familiar faces. He needs to clean himself up!

He groaned and took the meds and downed them with the glass of water. He tried to find the nauseous urge to vomit. He rubbed his head and looked around. "Bit compact, your place."

Wouldn't want her any other way.

"They're still weirded out I moved. Can't talk them out of it."

He nodded. "On my end, yeah. Family is still... Family."

He holds her tight. "Yeah, well. been getting my crap together for the last year."

He offered his arms open for a hug. “You look good.”

"Hey Blue Bambino."

Halfway there!

"...I can do that. Any particular exercises you'd recommend for a string bean like me?"

"Does it have to be an all-day thing...? I still have music to work on."

"Is it gonna hurt?"

He sighed, with a slight whine. “Well at least I have a good trainer...”

“…So I’m gonna have to lift and run a lot aren't I?”

“Where would you recommend my scrawny butt starts?”

“Damn, I wish I had this shape still….”

"I thought you were bleeding for a second, but that's just your armpit hai-" Instantly punched.

He bows. "Mrs. Kiramman."

||: Same

||: Yeeah... What I'd give for the old days...

||: JFC the shimmer strap... Good times.

||: That was my favorite storyline XD

||: Before I reply... Bless you for remembering the crabs...

"I'll order the largest samplers I can find. Any no goes? Caramel? Mint? Coconut?"

"Oh, understood... You want anything? My treat."

"You uuuh... You good?"

◇ TWIN CITY HOUND ◇ VI OF THE LANES Pit Fighting to Forget Herself, her family, .. » I am at the bottom, it's a long way down I am on the bend, it's a long way 'round Of who I am and what I'm taking 'Cause no pretty face can save me now «

"I think so too. Kinda too much of a primadonna for much else."

“This is why I never got into the sciences.”

“Came from a dream where I sold everything and moved to Zaun-” He paused and smirked. “Oh, wait, that did happen. Kinda like your explosions. Brains are weird.”

“When it's not dark? Nonsensical pieces of music. Going back to school over and over again…” He shudders. “Conversations that go nowhere with my family, like reality.” He sipped from a cup on his table and walked to the piano, playing a tune stuck in head from last time.

“Or at least have someone to read a book to me. My intrusive thoughts are meaner when I'm unconscious.”

“I was comatose for a week after the last bout.”

“…Again?”

"No, I know... Just never thought I'd be starting new hobbies until I was 40."

"Well, the Academy is hiring talent younger than me now... Not to mention hiring more... Well, /less/ socially active musicians. Maybe it's time I move off of the Academy. I'm sure the Council will move on."

He nods proudly. "Yeah, but building instruments seems just as fun."

"I really should have spent more focus on gears and stuff as a kid. Little beyond me."

“That is definitely true. Explains why you always have quick backup plans…”

He nods with admiration. “You are really good at making multifunctional things.”

“That like a sharp walking teeth toy or does it just bite hard?”

“I’m flattered. Sounds like a waste of good fruit anyways.”

“That’s a shame. Rotten ones have softer impact.”