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expiationlogs2024-07-04 05:45 pm
firekiss) wrote in expiationlogs2024-07-04 05:45 pm
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...I'll do a catch-all later I promise
Who: Guinaifen (firekiss) and Peepaw Miller (melnik), in the world's strangest team-up
Where: A restaurant! Of some kind.
What: In which Guinaifen pesters the old man about terrible ghost stories while they eat food that's to be decided, it'll probably evolve from there, mistakes will be made, I'm sure.
Warnings: Probably mentions of canon-typical violence at some point, and also probably mentions of the basic horror tropes which come with ghost stories and legends (death and betrayal), but I can't imagine it'll be too excessive...?
[-anyway, that's the point in which Guinaifen plops down in the seat across from Miller like she belongs there. Like this is normal, and they do this every day, like there's nothing weird about it. (Maybe like she's going to order food and then sprint, forcing the old man to pick up her tab.) But she doesn't gesture for a menu. She just settles right in.]
Finally! Got a question for you.
[She places the three juggling clubs she had been holding on the ground - plunk, plunk, plunk.]
Do you have ghosts where you come from?
firekiss) and Peepaw Miller (melnik), in the world's strangest team-upWhere: A restaurant! Of some kind.
What: In which Guinaifen pesters the old man about terrible ghost stories while they eat food that's to be decided, it'll probably evolve from there, mistakes will be made, I'm sure.
Warnings: Probably mentions of canon-typical violence at some point, and also probably mentions of the basic horror tropes which come with ghost stories and legends (death and betrayal), but I can't imagine it'll be too excessive...?
[-anyway, that's the point in which Guinaifen plops down in the seat across from Miller like she belongs there. Like this is normal, and they do this every day, like there's nothing weird about it. (Maybe like she's going to order food and then sprint, forcing the old man to pick up her tab.) But she doesn't gesture for a menu. She just settles right in.]
Finally! Got a question for you.
[She places the three juggling clubs she had been holding on the ground - plunk, plunk, plunk.]
Do you have ghosts where you come from?