"I'd get massacred, have you seen the kinds of things there are in anime?" Ash giggles, nuzzling under Richie's chin.

"Oh, I know. I say I like school in the same vein as I say I like work. Fuckin' love my job." Ash lifted his gaze to the clown's own, a smirk playing across his lips. "But you believed me, didn't you?"

"I have to share you with so many people, you're lucky I'm not the jealous type." Ash mimes moving the pillows, then snuggles into Richie and drops a kiss on his temple. "I'd have to fight anime."

|| I'm going to sleep now though, or I'll be up all night. (⁠^⁠～⁠^⁠;⁠)⁠ゞ

|| Okay, I'm awake way later than I should be, but I'm watching a stream of my game (I made a game, it's silly) and I'm so invested in the playthrough. 😌

"At this point, most likely. Even the sharpest tacks can be worn down. We can't all have authority figures that understand the word no." He didn't seem bothered by the insult, instead accepting it. But there was a little bite behind his words. "I like school. That's not a bad thing."

//Me at any given point in time.

// ah yes, natty's two brain cells, caught in 4K

"Well, school's finished for the day, and if I head to work, my boss will hit and spit on me, so I'm happy to stay here instead. You can ask the questions if you prefer, I'm an open book." The clown's stutter didn't go unnoticed, but Ash wasn't about to draw attention to it. "A free spirit, then?"

"I see. What's fun to you, if I may ask? No judgement here. If you like blowing up buildings or vandalising property, fair play." Without digging too deep, Ash had begun to get a picture of why Killjoy had accepted Joker's guardianship. "People can definitely be too loud sometimes."

"You deserve to only drink citric acid, not be allowed to speak, and thrown in a closet with nails through the door?" Although his tone began as incredulous, it softened after a moment. "I mean, I'm not here on a rescue mission or anything. Having no strings sounds fantastic, and as misery loves »

"Well..." As much as he felt like he wasn't going to benefit himself or the clown by staying, he couldn't bring himself to leave. "I was on the street once, and I was taken in by a powerful man that's happy to bend and break me to his specifications. Like you, I won't accept help because I know »

"Okay, so kill me. It won't help." Ash took another sip of the lemon juice, actually quite enjoying the taste at this point. "I'm not self-righteous, nor do I intend to do good in this particular situation. I just recognise myself in you. I don't pity you in the slightest, honestly."

"Magic isn't to everyone's taste," Ashley mused, eyeing the pistol but not seeming to fear it. "I understand. Do you want to be left to your fate? I wouldn't have appreciated anyone interfering in mine either, in fact, just someone finding out about it would've been devastating."

I'm more in favour of a retrieval mission than a murder...

With a shrug, he sips the lemon juice himself. It's tart and zesty, showing no anomaly in taste, but after a moment, he fades from sight. Then, reappears. "Your captor's only human," he states softly, his voice barely audible. "If he can't see you, he can't punish you."

"I know Joker's a dick, but his son..." Best not to finish that thought.

He watches the lemonade spill, nodding gently. Then produces a fresh cup of lemon juice, identical to the fallen one. At least, in appearance.

Sneaking a cup of sugar and a flask of water to him to turn it into lemonade.

"Skillful Sunday~"

|| Obsessed with Nate just bonking a misbehaving Richie with a frying pan. 😂

"I'd rather lay my head on your chest." Ash boops Richie's nose with a finger. "But I understand if it's too soon for that."

|| Christmas is being set up today, replies will come later. 🩷

"Hey, please don't be sad..." Ash pulls Richie into his arms, then lays both of them down, nuzzling against him. "We're here now, might as well get cosy. Be a shame for this lovely soft bed to go to waste."

"Inviting me to your room? How bold. A gentleman might get ideas," Ash teases, looking around the cage in awe. "Whoa, you have so many figurines. Are some of these collector's pieces?"

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|| I had a big day, so I'm going to sleep early (for me) and trying to fix my schedule. 🙂‍↕️

|| Richie: *Tries to turn on Ash* Ash: *Rational logic* Richie: Y'know what? That's fair. My bad. 😂

|| Mm, Wiggly talk. Jon Matteson is a crime for making me actually desire the embodiment of a strange tentacled sadistic green thing.

|| I am embodying Jeff Blim's fae narrator and nobody can stop me.

"I've been saving it for the right guy," Ash responds with a shy smile, his face tinting with rose despite him saying that Richie would be the one to blush in an explanation situation. "But yes, if you wouldn't mind..."

|| In the original clip he drops Blinky on the floor and backs away and Blinky is then on the counter staring at him, and if that isn't in character— Nate would kill him for that drop though. 😂

ㅤ Fucks up your day, refuses to elaborate, and leaves. ㅤ

"Maybe that's why. Fresh set of eyes and all that." He nuzzles his nose against Richie's own. "Mind if I lay you down? I won't do anything beyond that, I just... well, I want that Sleeping Beauty moment, I suppose."

"I bet Miss Holloway would instantly know we're dating, she's got a sixth sense for that kind of thing," Ash states with a smile. "You'd fall over yourself trying to make excuses as you turned as red as a tomato."

|| Back to Cinderella's Castle we go. 😌

Ash wraps his arms around Richie, tenderly nuzzling him back. His comment was completely innocent, he merely meant how Richie sounds when eating or drinking something he enjoys, and the alternate interpretation doesn't even occur to him. "You're so cute."

@primordinations.bsky.social "Nate, what's this thing and why did it just appear in front of me?"

Ash caresses Richie's cheek, picturing the faint glow of candlelight against their faces, the lifting of a menu to hide their sweet moment from prying eyes. "I want to hear what pleasure sounds like on your tongue," he murmurs against Richie's lips. "The thought of it has kept me sane."

|| *Sighs and prepares to kidnap Richie*

|| Oi, where are my replies? 💢 I see you all being active, send some sugar my way. 🤭

( Gently shaking a can of pepper spray. ) Maybe you should season him?

Why is Joker licking people? 💧

"Let me protect you, too. Caring is a two-way street."

Yes, and I'm not sure how it's possible either. 💧

Why are you like this—

Then stay out of situations. >:E