if you waited twenty minutes you would’ve been smelling steak and potatoes. (picking the meat back up, placing it on the counter.) i can try, but i’m running thin on groceries.
(trying to put the volume at half once crazy frog ceases, hand coming up to rub eyes with a sigh.) if fucking crazy frog was the one that blew my speakers out--
(huh. songs not bad at all.)
@HOUSEHAUNTD : an original character crafted for the horror and fandomless verses. banter heavy, low/sporadic activity. will feature nsfw themes: lewd and minors 𝗗𝗡𝗜.
the poltergeist, EJ MARKOVICH (he/him, forever twenty——seven.) previous drummer for FR3AKS, an early 2000's punk rock band. cause of death: accidentally fell off the balcony during a house party.
you’re a strange individual. you could’ve asked me to get it out for you, instead of ruining my lunch. (enfoiré, she thinks. head shaking as she shifts to clean it up.)
and it took me more than five seconds to walk in here. (huffing, shifting to grab something to clean it up with, brushing past.) did you die hungry? how am i supposed to help you, here?
(flickering into vision slowly: crouched by the meat, unfazed.) there's a five second rule for a reason. (poking, finger goes straight through.) ’m hungry, dude. c'mon. c'mon, c'mon, c'mon.
(frustrated little noise, laptop placed aside, raising up and sliding into the kitchen.) it is, and you’ve just ruined mine. i was defrosting that to cook.