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✌️ movin' on over to the same url!!

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✌️ movin' on over to the same url!!

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✌️ movin' on over to the same url!!

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gonna be giving this blog a huuuuge overhaul soon btw :salute:

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Well then-- he figures he must've hit a nerve! Maybe several, judging by the look she's currently giving him.

Head tilted, all the while a grin's been building itself up on his face (he's always such a card! the class clown-- that's who christoph dowell is!) as he waited for her response. Eyes flicked down towards the glass pinched betwixt her fingers -- a thought barrels its way towards the front: he oughta smack that sucker right out of her hand -- before blinking away. All the while, Christoph doesn't deem it necessary to not grin.

"I mean... d'ya want me to be interested?" came the rebuttal, one hand jamming itself into the back pocket of his jeans whilst its opposite comes up to point at her. "Tell ya what, lady--"

"--if ya can convince me why I oughta be supportin'," he pauses to lower his voice a few octaves for... well, for the drama, of course, "the straights then I'll tell ya what little ole me thinks!"

He whistled and turned his head, all the while "swiping" his fingers along his chest in what he assumed to be a rather smooth motion.

"Yer so~ooo lucky that I'm makin' this easy on ya! Normally I can't fuckin' stand those people, bleck, but I like ya... so I'm willin' to partake in some healthy discourse."

This man. . .Did he REALLY manage to miss the entire point of her statement? Why has this metaphorical horse become the CENTERPIECE of this conversation? It's SUPPOSED to be a lament and a hopeful piece about her love-life!

This makes Elaine take a quick swig of wine from the glass she holds delicately between two fingers. Perhaps the raven-haired witch should of expected this sort of reaction when seeing the clientele upon entering this hole-in-the-wall bar. How she already dearly misses the atmosphere of her usual haunts.

❝. . .The horse shall live. Do you not care to know if the prince and princess live happily ever after?❞

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"Yeah, uhhh... Question? Question!"

"Does th'horse havta be, er, "put down"? I gotta know the full world-buildin' y'see..." He gave a slight bob of the head, encouraging her. "Gets me invested, makes me root fer th'little guy even harder, y'know?"

❝Underneath it all, I'm just like a little girl DREAMING about being carried off by a prince on a white horse.❞

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gonna clean up this blog in the upcoming days because ummm <3 there's some associations i don't feel comfortable with anymore :D and i wanna write here more. i miss my ghouly boy

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BILL SKARSGÅRD Behind Blue Skies (2010)

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"Oh, wo~ooow, dude, that is... like, super totally crazy..." Pay no mind to him taking what was, probably, the world's loudest sip of his tequila. "For real, man, that is, uh... intense."

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There's going to be the smallest bit of pause between the other's offer and Christoph's response (it's partially done on purpose but, also, he needs to think about it. free food? that's always a plus. howEVER--) as he rubbed his lips together. Hand lightly knocked knuckles against skin, brushing every so often against closest corner of mouth meanwhile.

"..."

It's then that he leaned forward with a raised head, other arm coming down in a lax bend on top of table with fingers bent as if he were at a casino. Now, he's not saying that he has experience with gambling (tells himself he won't go but, oops, how'd he get inside?) but, well...

"What kinda snacks we talkin'?"

" I'm still quite curious how that whole 'pulling-someone-through-the-tv' power of yours even works. Please indulge me, I have snacks to compensate you~ "

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@lunarscaled

don't people go insane when you pull them through the TV or something

"... No."

A little bit of hesitation (he can't help that he likes leaving them there. they can escape any time they want!) but, overall, he's being... mostly honest.

"I mean-- if I just let 'em fuck 'round and find out, sure. Most of th'time, though, I just... y'know... spit 'em back out. Eventually."

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"Oh-- oh!! OH!! So I pull someone through th'tivo once and I'm a boo-lee but when other people do it, suddenly it's cool 'nd inventive? Psssht! Grow up."

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unfortunately for everyone, including the man himself, christoph is exceptionally good at establishing boundaries-- does not matter whatever prior repertoires there may've been

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lunarscaled asked: what if I start calling you Toph instead to even it out.

@lunarscaled​ ／ unprompted ／ always accepting.

"Hmmm... Huh-- lemme think 'bout that fer a hot sec."

There goes both arms, crossing smoothly and nicely over his chest. Fingers don't exactly grip onto anything as of yet (he's feeling a bit... antsy, and he doesn't have a reason for it. maybe the stars aligned just right or some fuckshit like that. who knows!) even though biceps were in plain view. One foot tapped, be it out of a need for some sort of movement or, perhaps, out of what might've been a tick.

Nonetheless, Christoph's always taking the option of "always be movin'" than any of those plain Jane choices. Being idle just didn't bode well for his line of work anyhow, and he'd hope that that much was painfully obvious.

In spite of his rather deep (nah, just fucking with you.) and pensive thinking, they did manage to draw a sliver of a smile out of him.

For a moment, too, it appeared that one Lyric Gravellese -- wow, never thought he'd see the day! -- managed to leave one Christoph Dowell speechless. All he seemed capable of doing, in that small timeframe, was stare at them with a somewhat goofy smile and a disposition that's gradually edging itself away from tense and, oh, what's a good word... oh, right: tense.

Maybe all it took, after all this time, was just the right opportunity and some elbow grease--

"Nah."

--oop.

Reaching to slap the entirety of his hand over their head, Christoph gave a brief flex with all five of his fingers (he ruffles their hair, remembers how he used to stick gum in emilie's hair.) before whipping their head down in a sharp, but overall harmless jerk.

"Nice try, though, twerp."

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"I think if people're gonna keep callin' me Chris 'stead of m'full name, I'm just gonna, uhh... I dunno... fuckin'... ugh, eh... start bitin' people? Yeah. Probably that."

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"Cheers, lil buddy. Make sure ta mention th'one time I made ya absolutely shit yerself when I walked in without m'thinker."