shiv.

#deadlockrp
semi-srs. mdni; dddne.
m/w @creatureonght

[shiv. @creatureofhbit]

ㅤㅤ
“ the baxter society saved my life,
and, now? i'm gonna save yours. ”
ㅤㅤ

[shiv. @creatureofhbit]

@mercilessdevout / changing that subject so fast

[shiv. @creatureofhbit]

Wesley's been askin' 'bout you. Give him a call.

[the venator. @mercilessdevout]

That better be the case.

[shiv. @creatureofhbit]

+ the copious amount of alcohol he buys. Or, the expensive materials needed to maintain his blades, or his bike.

...Yeah. Money's tight, but not that* tight. ]

Cut me some slack. S'hard with this ol' thing.

[ He gestures to his prosthetic. ]

[shiv. @creatureofhbit]

[ That gets Shiv sheepish, retracting his hand to rub at the nape of his neck. ]

...Money's tight. Be tighter if I wasted it on a pack or two every month.

[ Though, there were certainly other things he could rid of if he was that concerned, such as his bar–visits or +

[pocket. @frogaffliction]

— if you can't roll them right.

[ A tease, though it was hard to tell with their bland tone. ]

[shiv. @creatureofhbit]

I can handle myself.

[shiv. @creatureofhbit]

You asked if I needed help. I don't.

[the venator. @mercilessdevout]

Huh.

'N here I thought you were shedding your past self.

[pocket. @frogaffliction]

[]

[shiv. @creatureofhbit]

[ Blink. ]

[the venator. @mercilessdevout]

@creatureofhbit Blink twice if you need help.

[shiv. @creatureofhbit]

showing through the cracked nail-polish. Shiv might be a mighty force when it came to bladework, but, when it came to rolling cigarettes? Well. Not so much. ]

[shiv. @creatureofhbit]

—You smoke?

[ And fill in the gaps he does. Shiv glances over once Pocket settles, extending the cigarette. Messily-rolled, with bits of tobacco peeking out from loosened rolling-paper. If Pocket looked close enough, they could even see the tobacco hidden beneath his nails, +

[pocket. @frogaffliction]

[ Pocket settled themself next to Shiv without a word, staring off wherever Shiv did. They didn't feel the need to say the first word. Shiv never took long to fill the silent gaps. ]

[shiv. @creatureofhbit]

@prefersthedead / yeah thats enough twtrp for today

[GRAVES @prefersthedead]

ok

[shiv. @creatureofhbit]

@frogaffliction / no

[shiv. @creatureofhbit]

[@frogaffliction]

[ Leaning against his doorframe, Shiv brings a freshly-lit cigarette up to his lips. Inhales, slowly, allowing the smoke to find and fill each and every crevice hiding within the holes of his lungs; Exhales, sharply, billowing out through his nostrils and +

[shiv. @creatureofhbit]

/ in terms of rp dynamics pocket is literally his only friend at this moment, bc drifter def does NOT count

[shiv. @creatureofhbit]

/ thinking abt the fact that shiv is like, canonically scared of the day that the baxter society turns on him & the fact he's also prolly extremely lonely bc of it ... also his weapon name & the implications there.... hmmm

[shiv. @creatureofhbit]

It ain't impactin' how I work, so I don't see the problem. Still as good as I've always been.

[GOD'S NAMELESS DISCIPLE † @PXNKWXTCH]

Drop the beer and head back into the field. I don't mind working with your background but a beer belly is insane to me shiv.

[shiv. @creatureofhbit]

presentable. ]

[shiv. @creatureofhbit]

+ the corners of an downturned mouth. Shirtless, he is, save for a greyish-undershirt, yet still wearing those ill-fitting pants of his. He's waiting for Pocket, after all, and even though they wouldn't mind if he looked like a mess, he'd still liked to be.. 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 +

[shiv. @creatureofhbit]

@frogaffliction / i cant find my eyelash fluttering gif but imagine that