ใ THESE HANDS ARE STRANGERS, THEY AIN'T MY OWN. ใ
Lincoln Hope, a fandomless OC
TW for possible body horror and gore.
ใ MY EYES ARE LYING, MY EYES ARE LYING TO ME. ใ
โwhat the fuck are you on about?โ
gigi was getting frustrated. he had no idea who this guy was or how he even found them. all the questions were overstimulating, and heโd been trying to relax.
"and all I was trying to do was have a chill day in hell but here I got summoned."
shrugging his shoulders slightly, he a little twirl.
"guess that's how it is now."
โlook, all i came out here to do was get high and get air. i donโt know what all of this is about.โ
gigi rubbed a hand over his face. in the light of the street lamp, the exhaustion on their face was clear.
blink, blink.
"now you are messing with me, right?"
he folded his arms in front of his chest.
"all of your little species have so many questions be it to yourself, the universe, your dog."
watching the mood slowly take a down curve.
he's sighing, this is threatening to lose entertainment factors.
"you are asking yourself some questions, that's why I'm here!"
his gaze snapped back to them. a deadpan look on the demons face.
"I'm not talking about your whereabouts. but I think you know that, little jokester."