" Not even an incentive ? My my . "
The face makes its smile bigger, and it leans back and downs the rest of its drink.
" You know you can just tell me if you enjoy my company . "
Anti raises his brows, seemingly delighted, before a bark of laughter escapes him.
" My darling dearest , you'll need to put in /some/ effort if you want me dead . "
It hums a quiet, musical 'thank you' as it takes the glass, brings it to its lips, then pauses and blinks at the question.
" What do you imagine I was up to ? "
A grin.
Chase sighs. Loudly.
He still pours Anti a glass. He hands the drink over to it before sitting down with his own.
"So, what did you get up to while you was gone?"
" Of course ! Please don't stop hoping , it brings me so much joy to see you lose it again . "
Ear flick – it smiles, just enough for a hint of teeth to show through, and leans down with a tilted head.
" Inside thoughts , yes ? "
" You didn't think that I just simply up and left , surely ? "
Its expression doesn't wait for a response to display faint signs of disdain. It clicks its tongue.
" I didn't have high expectations , Mister Brody , and yet you never fail to disappoint . "
The corners of Anti's lips curl up, and it makes itself comfortable in the other's personal space, a purr echoing from its ribcage.
" My own god damn efforts , and a very strong desire to come and fuck over your peace . Is that what you want to hear ? "
"It was the most peaceful months of my life." Chase snarks back.
Sighing as the creature circles and leans on him. Swirling whisky in his glass.
"What do I owe the pleasure of this great return of yours?" He asks, taking a sip.
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Okay so, by "big trailer" I meant like a static caravan!
He got it via a favor from a friend and now helps around doing odd jobs for cash in hand.
> He is extremely knowledgeable about trees. He use to love taking his kids on walks to the woods and teach them how go tell the trees apart etc.
> He can also play the harmonica.
> He used to play games
> he currently lives in a sort of big trailer now, evicted from his home
Chase snorts and sets about making Marvin a honeyed tea while making himself a ginger tea.
"I suppose, it is very nice."
He hums, finishing making the cuppas, even adding a dash of honey to his own. A small smile on his face.
"Here we go."
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( they're hovering around him like they straight up went gamemode /creative. marvin peeks their head over chase's shoulder, the ears of their mask flicking as if they were real. )
honey, of course, the *best kind there is.
( definitely *not projection! )