`[Eyebrows furrowed in a grimace while It witnessed the disgusting sight. Though It didn't acknowledge the comment about Its joints.]`
ARE THERE ANY PICKLES LEFT?
`[It asked, beginning to approach her. Stopping by his side, leaning forward slightly to scan the countertop.]`
[Straightening Its posture to be tense as a freshly bought ruler, the unmistakable sound of joints creaking was barely heard, muffled by the fabric that covered it.]`
`[Its pupil followed the drop of the sandwhich, before snapping back to focus on him.]`
WHAT A WASTE OF INGREDIENTS.
`[It spat, eyes narrowing with It stepping in the kitchen fully.]
{ she practically unhinges her jaw. An attempt to open her mouth wide enough to shovel so many pickles in there at once.
.. until she hears mind and turns around, of course. }
GYYAAH. YOU SCARED MEEEE.
{ it drops the sandwich back onto the plate, pouting. }
WE SAW A LITTLE MOTH SPASMING ON THE STAIRS EARLIER. I DECIDED TO CRUSH IT
NOT WITH THE SOLE OF OUR BOOTS BUT WITH OUR INDEX FINGER. VERY SLOWLY. ITS DAMAGED WING FLAPPED AROUND FRANTICALLY
`[The scraping of metal against ceramic tiles harshly screeched throughout, It dragging a heavy leg over the other, until Its steps halted. Peekingthrough the open door, the ever watchful gaze stinged instantly, a faint phantom of a burning sensation.]
{ she’s stood around in the kitchen, quietly humming to herself, making what seems to be some kind of food.. ah. He’s shovelling as many pickles as possible into one sandwich. Of course. }
{ @__FALLICY }