@Balordonna He groans, beginning the process of plucking himself out of the ground he was imbedded into. Still annoyingly in her shadow.
“Y’mind *MOVIN’*?” He reiterated.
In the process of relocating his jaw after a scuffle, the resulting snap as bones realigned sounding out nice an’ loud.
“Onto the next face to bash in…”
“Either you’ve got a freak’s nose or you’re sniffing yourself, bowling pin.”
The reanimated spat back. Had he any working blood vessels, he might’ve gone red.
“I drink preservatives and wash like anyone else, I smell like a goddamn meadow of roses.”
@TemptressOfBlue —
❝…Oh, right.
Ain’t anybody cosplayin’ as a zombie, but if you gotta know, it probably broke off at some point. Dunno when.
…Now quit lookin’ at it. Corpses don’t need to be self-conscious.❞
@TemptressOfBlue Either through the gradual rot of his brain or just how normal the eroding of his undead figure had become, he’d initially respond by looking at her like she had three heads.
❝Only one horn? What’re ya…❞ His hands reached for his horns, only to realize what she meant.
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