[ . . . ] [ throb, throb. reflex calls to him. ] [ ...no. ]

[ ... he's grateful he's left out of the action most of the time. it's not his style. but sometimes he can't help but wonder when it'd be his turn to deal with something himself. does he have the guts? not really. but running away from everything won't solve his problems forever. ]

" ...mm. next thing i c-can actually try and prepare for... halloween, i think. usually the haunt does the decor for me, s-so... " now all he needs is a costume. huffing softly to himself... that's always the hard part.

slowly lowering his phone and stopping a recording. he taps on it to review, but he deletes it basically right away. less of a spitting match than he expected. ... maybe that's for the best.

... more properly perking his head up — " ...ah, is she getting into a size debate again..? " fidgeting with the ends of his scarf. " i'll g–go and get the tape measure. and the camera while i'm at it, maybe. " shaking his head, more to himself than anything. it's not like he has an audience.

... so cold out... i might need a second scarf soon. haha... [ mumble, mumble. something about being embalmed..? ]

[ smug little smile. just got something important queued for tomorrow. what? what's that? it's sweatpants season too? the fact he's throbbing is obvious through his clothes? oh, that must be unrelated. don't even trip. ]

[ rubbing the side of his head. this migraine is making him believe in a true higher power — and it's one that fucking hates him. ... this is clearly the only evidence he could think of. yeah. nothing else. ]

... i w-wouldn't want to admit it but aoi looked, um. really hot in that fight. when she was kinda... [ making a gesture that doesn't LOOK like anything but is intended to reference possession. ]

( ! )

( ...she really is more sopping than i am. ) ( now how's that for impossible odds? )

he watches the slightest twitch of her lips and finds himself relieved that she has the means but simply makes the choice to remain as neutral as possible. there's less guilt - indeed, there was any at all - in being more reactionary, then. " ...hh, th-thank you, miss... " another pause, (+)

[ thinking about cass' ass and pacing around in a circle before laying down like a dog ]

‎ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ‎ ‎ ‎ \\ #𝚁𝙴⫶ℑɴᴛᴇɴsɪᴏɴ // ‎

drumming his thigh. anxiety is kicking his ass... there is hope, though. (in a very, very long horror movie marathon. three days' runtime.)

/ actually that post has some weight. mostly because im pretty sure ive never drawn an ava ass-focus shot that would actually work for this

who knew. girlfriend ass is the cure to most woes. ... i w-wonder if i could've gotten ava to...

well... what the hell, why not. it IS #wagonwednesday, after all.

BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK

/ eepysleepy... replies and etc soon. maybe not tomorrow because i have birthday shit to knock out buuuuut

[ ...damn. there's some weird shit going on with that sword. he's certainly nowhere near hannah's caliber though, so he simply accepts the extra lights as points in her favor. ] a-ah? um. [ he shifts, fidgeting with his scarf. "speak honestly"? darby almost wishes she just cut him open. ]

[ ...well, he would love to have something for this, but watching his clothes get obliterated does tend to leave him speechless. at least this time it was of his own accord. ] i. [ he is, unfortunately, rather red in the face now. so much for that. ] um. th-thank you. i think.

[ that seems to get a more noteworthy response - in the sense that he braces for it, shudders... but doesn't move so much as to make it miss its mark. ] [ ...reluctantly, almost, he speaks. ] y-you can just gut me, if you're- if you're waiting for consent.

[ it happens so quickly it almost seems as though he's nonplussed — glancing at the slash on his sleeve and back to her. "what, that's it?" he wants to say, before realizing that was so fast he very well could have died in that very instant. this seems to placate him. he... smiles, at this. ]

[ ...he doesn't move for a few seconds. when he does, it's nothing more than a slow tilt of his head. as if to ask, "what, me?" ]

[ immediate deer in headlights. ] [ fuuuck. this could be — well, bad is nebulous, there's no telling what this turns into. but he's expecting the worst. ]

[ the slightest shuffle. he's gotta get the fuck out of here before the wardrobe malfunctions again. for, like, the third time this week. ]

/ well good work in exactly 0 lines of actual dialogue darby is now so horny he can barely think

[ if it makes her feel any better, he still jumped! ]

[ ... stabilized. thank god. ]

[ abruptly stopping. ] ... ah. maybe you're right... [ ...the idea that this is just an act and she's fucking with him not only puts him at ease, it has his mind abruptly shooting in the opposite direction. she's kinda hot as fuck for that. ]

... s-she's not going to have to use a gauge, she'd be better off with an, um, with a- with a shovel. [ vrrrrrr. bro it is not that serious ]

[ that might be worse. ] [ ... ] [ ...he's shaking. maybe a little too quickly. it's more like his whole body's vibrating... ]

[ softer, under his breath, ] s-she's gonna windmill me to death. fuck.

[ . . . ] [ ...eyes trained on her. not quite sure she'd use it on *him* but he's not good enough at reading her to figure out if that's an option or not. surely not over a joke... ]

[ eyes blown wide. bristled like a cat, almost. he's really gotta keep his mouth shut. ]

personally s-speaking if a girl like that pointed a sword at me, i'd, um. (mumble, mumble... something explicit, evident by how red in the face he's gotten and how little his words can actually be heard.)

... think i might've h-hallucinated the lady in the dress. [ tsk... ]

...mgh. [ eyes tinted red, darby tousles his hair and forces himself out of bed. ] got an afternoon to waste... ... better get to it. [ he forces a sigh out, rubbing at his face. ]

whatever. i. i guess i can just turn in early tonight.

... ... oh, shit, it already passed...

streeeetch... ... ah. twink midriff. a delicacy. ... but, only for a moment. he adjusts his shirt with a disappointed huff.

... cass never commented on the milking thing. um. it's not a yes, but. it's not a no. [ he makes a motion with his arms that doesn't really seem to suggest anything. ]

[ ...he glances at a bundle of tea bags in his cupboard. ] [ must have missed the memo on that one. ]

... i should milk her too. ( 🤔 )