"Tha' lil fuckers kickin."

Lola rolled out achey joints, that scowl still ever present across her visage. Where to start? "Hard ta' say. Thing's aint been all that fantastic if ya' couldn't tell. I'll spare some of tha' details but safe ta' say, got dumb and desperate. Now 'm here. Kinda."

GOOD LORD?

Stop talkin' bout tits.

Ya' fuckin' what

my love is sick. it leaks and bleeds all over me onto my nicest shirt.

I am never takin' my pants off. Extra belts. 'm not snappin' that mans neck

⚔️ ` @canadaclaws.bsky.social / @cloneclaws.bsky.social `

Lola's only passing out halloween candy— Fav to see what she would give your muse!

She's relaxing, theres a candy bowl on her stomach and she's eating directly out of it.

Lola's only passing out halloween candy— Fav to see what she would give your muse!

.. 'm gonna eat so much fuckin' candy.

spooky❥ no scary business or dressing up over here being married to sinister is scary enough already

"I'm not even going to tell her to stop for once."

It's not an instant thing ya' fuckin moron, what did you exp— SON? WHEN DID YA' TEST ???

I really wish ya' would quit fuckin talkin. AN' DON'T CALL ME PLUMP?

'm gonna press a pillow over yer' face til' ya stop kickin.

I want you dead.

"Its depressin having an ugly damn husband..."

If I fall from this height do you think it would kill me

"Look up. It's- 𝙎𝙐𝙋𝙀𝙍𝙈𝘼𝙉!"

I still have the wallet, 'm buyin' burgers

spooky❥ okay lemme lock in at work for abt 30..

Yer' gonna' have ta' drag me, I ain't goin anywhere.

Uh huh, oink oink.

spooky❥ dont observe lola and sinister im begging

[ Pops out claws, right through his hand.]

I don't give a shit, shrimp dick.

No, yer' fat wife is tired.

Of 'course it does. 'm keepin yer' wallet.

// Spooky loves when I log on here. Trust.

spooky❥ pyro ..

April*, get it right or get a fist to yer' jaw. An' yer' wife is fat because ya' lasted three minutes and didn't wrap.

"I did yes, unfortunately he's got duplicates.."

spooky❥ WORK RAHHHH

(A sideways glancing.) I'd watch yer' mouth with how yer' speakin ta' her right now, 𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙧.

We needed money. Or do you expect me to start working and earn my own as my counterpart does, 𝙝𝙪𝙨𝙗𝙖𝙣𝙙.ᐣ

Yes? (She says with a suspicious wallet shaped lump in her bra.)

Quit with that, I ain't myself. 'm not gettin inta' that mess again, hurts my head. ...'sides, ya' know I 𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙩 drink.

(..Quietly pocketing the whole wallet.) I disagree, don't look like myself in all of it—.. We ain't doin a spa day. No way.

I can't accept him. I have to kill him.

'course he has money. Bastard won't let me wear my fuckin' flannels, how do ya' think he affords the bullshit he makes me wear. [ Fishing out a $100 bill and handing it over.] ....actually.. [ Fishing out a handful more of cash and handing that over too.]

..Alright' hold on' 'm gonna go find Sinister's wallet..

..Darlin' do ya' need lunch money?

*explodes*

Can ya' both shut the fuck up? Aint gonna listen to siblin arguin.

(Sighing.) It's alright.. Just quit haulin' shit 'round.

April put down the bricks—