#rosetintedgunman

[gamethecry]

@rosetintedgunman asked: "D'ya need me to set ya up on a date?" Wilford has a sly smirk as he passes a business card for the Moonlight Roller. (bonus if it's Wilf trying to get Matt to go on a date with his wife/established dating partner)

the detective looks quick to the card thrust out to him , feeling muddled confusion and annoyance well up in his bones at the seemingly laissez-faire nature of the eccentric man before him . matthew had always believed he was a bit on the odd side , having a deep love for theatre always making him more dramatic and emotional than the colleagues he as surrounded by ; but , this man ? he was SOMETHING else . fair fingers close around the card stock , eyeing almost suspiciously before looking back at the ball of pink before him .

his tone is curt , nothing short of what you would expect from a man such as matthew , the detective , as he shoves the card into his jacket pocket . " mr . . . warfstache , was it ? i don't mean to sound like a stick in the mud , but i am not in the mood to be playing matchmaker right now . " his other hand is closed around a missing poster , holding it so it was eye level with the stranger before him . " what i need from you is any clues or answers regarding the disappearance of this man . " a strikingly familiar face to wilford , dear abe , all painted up in a fine grey scale .

" if you don't have any information , that's completely fine , but i do NOT need my time wasted . " if only matthew knew he'd practically been HANDED a clue .

[wisteriagrcve]

@rosetintedgunman echoed - Kitty was… probably busy. Unfortunately for her, a certain soldier had borrowed some of her tarot cards to try and make the base of a card house. At least he was quiet? [ William ]

𝐔𝐬𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬, 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬, 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐚 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝. 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐚𝐟𝐞 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐚 𝐛𝐢𝐠 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐠𝐨. 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐟𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞. 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲, 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐞. 𝐈𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐚𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐧𝐞𝐰𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐞.

𝐖𝐡𝐲 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬? 𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞, 𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐛 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡.

"𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬?" 𝐊𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐬𝐧𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝, 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫. 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐦 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥! 𝐎𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐝! 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐲-𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭, 𝐠𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝, 𝐠𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬! "𝐔𝐫𝐠𝐡, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡!"

[selfmenticide]

There's a string of text messages on Dark's phone from Rose.

"Hey hottest."

"Hottest."

"Hottest."

"Hotteok."

"I forgot what I wanted to ask you but my phone keeps calling you Hottest and it's good it agrees with me!!!"

(rosetintedgunman, who had this actually happen while trying to write out a different ask idea and decided this one was better.)

the dokkaebi felt his phone vibrate once in his pocket , immediately feeling a swell of annoyance bottle up in his gut at the prospect of WHO it could be bothering him at THIS hour . all of his cohorts had his cell number in case something important came up whilst dark was away , and for THAT reason only . the raven chose to ignore it as black eyes read over the book held between grey palms , a soft sigh escaping his lips . then . . . another , and another , aaand ANOTHER .

dark lets out an audible groan , one hand snapping the book shut as he desperately adjusted himself in his seat to retrieve this infernal device from his dress pants pocket with the other hand . black eyes filled to the brim with irritation , feeling the visages around him swell and twirl in muddled annoyance and fatigue , the raven clicks on the screen , narrows his eyes , taps on the seemingly overflowing texts from ONE number , and . . . suddenly , a toothy grin splits his features in two . deok-su was not an expressive man to most ( or overtly negatively expressive more so ) , but for his ROSE , HIS wilford , there wasn’t much he could do NOT to elicit a smile from the goblin .

grey fingers work back to responding , feeling the visages of red and blue cascade around his shoulders to read his words .

[ text : seoltang 🌹 ] hello , my dear . very pleased to hear you and your cell phone are in agreement on something for once .

[ text : seoltang 🌹 ] do you believe you now remember what it was that you wanted to ask me , or shall this be another of my rose’s mysteries to keep ? 🖤

@rosetintedgunman

[xshatteredreflectionsx]

Apparently, someone has taken it upon themselves to take Morgan's camera and desk and turn it into a scene of tiny Lego characters going on a hike to the top of Camera Mountain.

Apparently, Wilford is taking advantage of the light coming through the window to practice his selfie skills.

These two acts may or may not be connected. At least Wilford has brought a good bribe of a mug that has "I've had it to Here" printed on it, with "Here" beside an arrow that points to the bottom of the mug. (rosetintedgunman)

A charming set up, to be sure. The topmost Lego minifig seeming to be the fearless leader of the expedition, boldly bearing a paper -and-toothpick flag with a pink mustache drawn in pink glitter ink.

It was a nice thing to come back to, after the stress of the day. Even Wilford voguing it up in their room was a welcome sight after not seeing him for a while. But they had both been busy, Morgan with their career and Wilford with The Roller and the studio and whatever else he did in his free time.

"I've got lights stored away if you really want to make those look good." Morgan signed. "Really make your pinks pop, you know?"

[wolfvirago]

Why I refuse to let Wilford Warfstache (rosetintedgunman) be friends with Robin:

unprompted asks [always accepting]

She really tried to be an understanding, patient individual, but...

My gods. This was a sin against everything holy.

"Wilford I will burn that thing if you go out in it. That's fucking cursed as shit."

@rosetintedgunman

[the-graves-family]

Wilford passes Ace an empty drinking glass. It seems rather innocent and ordinary... Until Ace happens to lift it in a way that makes the light bounce off it. Suddenly, the glass becomes more like a window, allowing Ace to see the colours of the sky depending on how he tilts the glass. A little bit of magic, yet oh so discreet.

The Roller has become more like a home to him than the actual house he supposedly lived in. At least in the Roller, nobody was trying to hurt him.

Ace blinks as he's passed an empty glass, wondering if he had been fidgeting and not noticed it. Not the first time someone passed him something to stop him from moving his hands so much. Well. Hand.

Inspecting the glass, he tilts both it and his head, trying to see if Wilford had done something to—

Oh.

He forgets to ask Wilford if he's done something, because he's too entranced by the colors reflected in the glass. How beautiful...

Thank you, Wilford.

[pinkxtrauma]

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@rosetintedgunman screaming crying throwing up because I get to talk about my BESTIE

What can I honestly say about Ash that I haven't said before? The work and dedication Ash puts into writing each and every one of her characters is honestly mind blowing. The way she writes thousands of words dossier's on her characters, drabbles, tons of art, and just little tid bits everywhere just..wow. I often forget that Markiplier owns these characters because I genuinely associate them (particularly Damien, Wilford and Yancy) with Ash.

Ash, you have been my good friend through tough times. I know that recently we've not written or spoken as much but it seriously doesn't change that I really appreciate you. I appreciate everything you've done for me. You've been very much involved in my journey creating Ki and if it wasn't for you, I probably wouldn't have her the way she is now. You've been a big part of that for me alongside Jess and Amy. I cannot put into words how much that means to me and I still love reading everything you post and interacting with you.

Also we have written my longest running ship. 5 years! Ki and Wilford are soulmates. It is also vastly understated how much I love Damien too, every version. I honestly never get bored or fed up with writing with you. We've had great times and I cherish them so much <3

[splitsuit]

There's a pinata that looks like Playwright hanging on the branch of a tree. It's stuffed with bright red confetti that will make it look like it is gushing with blood when hit. Whee! How fun!

"C'mooooon, ya gotta go feral at least once. Especially on yer birthday!!" (rosetintedgunman)

Happy Birthday | @rosetintedgunman

This summer was mild , to Dark's surprise . Warm wind breezes through the big leaves on the trees . And in one of these trees , hanging from a sturdy branch was the rather TRUE TO LIFE paper and thin cardboard version of Playwright .

He was given a slim bat to knock the doll into how many pieces he so desires ! Gripping it tighter in his hands , he turns to Wilford who ONLY encourages him more .

It was his birthday , why not give it his all ? Just for today .

Wide eyed and ready , he made the first swing to the body first . While nothing had come out yet , he had dented it heavily . A black flame rises in his eyes as he relentlessly pummeled it until it was only hanging from it's head . A rush of the red confetti pools out , and Dark is genuinly smiling .

❝ Okay , that WAS actually fun . ❞

[briingmayflowers]

@rosetintedgunman​ "May! May! Hi! :D " (Wilford, rosetintedgunman)

“Wilford! It’s May...and I’m May!”

[the-crypt-of-randomness]

Oh no. Wilford has appeared, and he’s holding a bland bucket. “Good evenin’. I see y’ve been volunteered fer th’ new Jim Studios project. Welcome ta Gunday, th’ water pistol war. I have here yer assigned water pistol an’ water balloons. Keep ‘em safe until I give th’ all-clear, but start thinkin’ of ideas. We’re lookin’ fer th’ best scenes ta showcase visually.”

The bucket is placed at Random’s feet. Inside, there’s a brightly coloured water pistol that almost looks like it was plucked out of a cartoon, along with a bundle of ready-made water balloons. “Th’ contents won’t run out on th’ day, but they will if ya use ‘em before Sunday. Y’ll get more instructions on th’ day. Good luck!” 

A blink, and then he’s gone. (rosetintedgunman)

@rosetintedgunman  

Random is initially spooked when Wilford appears so suddenly, so it takes her a minute to process what he says. Before she can muster up a response, the bucket is at her feet. She stares at the contents, then at him as he continues. 

“Um, okay, Sunday. Got it. But what–”

Annnddd Wilford is gone. Well then. Her gaze falls back on the bucket, and a sly grin forms on her face.

A pistol war, huh? This is gonna be fun.

[crushng-a]

The Roller is alive. Upstairs, there are couples of all kinds making the most of a a day out before whatever else couples do on Valentine's. Two for the price of one would be an ideal chance that Gin would be a fool to miss out on. But they ARE a guest in the Roller. Besides... they're busy.

Namely, they are lounging on a couch with Wilford in the basement bowling alley. It wasn't due to open for a while yet, so the pair could sit and enjoy milkshakes while being forgotten about the world. Eventually Wilford propped his feet up other table and turned his head to Gin.

"Yer a good kid, an' I'm proud of ya - glittery black-hole-ness an' all. There is a happy endin' out there somewhere fer ya. But until then, I wanna remind ya that here can be where it is fer now. Oh, that reminds me." Rolling to put his weight on his right hip, Wilford began rummaging the back pockets of his trousers until he pulled out a small box. Inside was a silver necklace with a small model of a pair of roller skates dangling off them. It was hard to tell what colour they were, as the hue shifted depending on how the light bounced off them, but the white star mark held firm. "No matter what timeline yer in, no matter where ya end up goin', y'll always have this little bubble ta come back to." (rosetintedgunman)

IT’S LOVE DAY!

the best day of the year! best holiday of all time and space, with the most important annual traditions! (candy & sex! — duh.) oh, and kisses. and teddy bears! and making ridiculous scenes in upscale italian restaurants!

also, candy. so much candy. sweets and sours and sugars and caramels and cakes and cookies! mochis and gummies and boobies and chocolates and taffies and toffees and ice creams! and milkshakes. that’s an important one, because the best milkshakes in all the multiverse come from one of gin’s favorite stops.

AND THE ROLLER IS ALIVE!

(eye candy! eye candy everywhere!) that’s not the point. unfortunately. the point is to see wilford.

wilford the warfstache, who might well be a cupid himself, between the pink hair, the bear hugs, and the penchant for bringing the sweetness out of anyone. or maybe he’s the easter bunny. all those pastels. eh. jury’s out! it’s two timeless time-travelers reveling in time apart, together! and there’s few who gin would rather do it with than wilford. few he respects enough to even consider it. not just anyone has this much power and this much class!

and it’s love day! so he has a bright pink milkshake and as many candy hearts as the bartender could cram on top. he’s been making a game of seeing how many he can stick to his tongue at once, LOL and TXT ME and BABY and I♥️U, before they start falling off or he has to wet his palate.

sometimes wilford’s a sap. happy endings are still endings, after all, and gin’s not nearly done with writing his story! but aside from a disapproving sucking noise on his mouthful of chalky candy, he stays quiet. there’s a gift involved.

cool metal pools in gin’s palm, charm first, followed by a thin chain. the charm, a pair of skates, s h i m m e r s as he turns it back and forth. it’s like an opal, all multicolored and flashing fire. it’s hard to tell what it might be made of. rose gold? that’d be seasonal! or sterling silver, perhaps? (no, sterling’s the chain, not the ball!) (it’s not a ball, it’s a charm! doofus.) (heh. balls.)

gin smiles brightly. “i never doubted it.” he fastens the clasp in the back with a couple of tries, narrowly keeping his milkshake glass tucked between his thighs without incident. the skates rest at the base of his turtleneck, on perfect display between the flaps of his khaki lapels. he toys at the necklace with a finger, staring down at it as its many hues cast rainbows on the seat below.

“it’s, um. it’s funny, you know? everyone else … isn’t always there. they’re all temporary.” it’s more than just mortality that plagues him. the very fabric of existence warps and tears. people change. disappear. get misplaced. he’s too early, there’s no one to miss. or i’m too late. too late. too late. sometimes it’s as if you never existed at all.

(can you see me here, ? or am i out of your reach?)

gin shakes his head — shakes away the dread. “i’m just glad the roller’s easy to find, that’s all.” i’m glad to have you, wilford. i don’t know where i’d be without you.

i hope the necklace stays a while. i like it a lot.

[oliver-ashcroft-documents]

Oh no! Oliver's notebook appears to be bulky and weird. It was so bulky, it looks like someone puffed it up with water.

But.... wait. Oliver's notebook is also over there and unharmed. So then what is the "notebook" sitting on the table? It appears to be... a cuddly toy version? Why would someone leave that there? (rosetintedgunman)

@rosetintedgunman // the misplaced attorney

Oliver, at first, was a little panicked when he saw what looked like his notebook looking like it had broken the laws of physics. When he came to the realization that, no, his notebook was still laying on the table of the place he was staying in, and this was a plush version of his notebook, he grew more confused than anything.

Picking it up, he noticed it was soft, almost like the fur of a teddy bear but shorter and smoother to the touch. The attorney looked it over. Up close, it looked like a simplified version of his journal, and it only opened in half to a similar soft inside. All together, it was a huggable plush. He smiled a little.

Whoever left it for him, they'd be happy to know that he's cuddled up with it after a long day of traveling. It's a very cozy toy.

[selfmenticide]

@rosetintedgunman | cont'd [ x ]

time was a tumultuous thing , it was . it seemed like no matter how long time passed though , some things would stay the same . a door opened , a smile that graced his mornings leaving through it with the promise of being back , and dark waited ; but , of course , he kept to his duties , kept to being busy , kept to watching over the muddled demons that beckoned and acted on his call . one would think with time that perhaps the raven had gotten closer to his goal , closer to getting his beloved item back , closer to finding SALVATION ; but such wasn't the case , and now without a rock to lean on the dokkaebi found himself more irritable at his failures .

the creature was grimly reminded of his stone , his pride , a man he'd cast aside prior ideals of to be infatuated with when he was faced with his own variation of the mustached man . an uncouth being guided only by the prospect of causing mayhem , by seeing others weak and unfavored , even if that meant those directly close to him . deok-su missed rose , missed his uncouth whimsy and upbeat nature when they shared the same room , missed the way he lit up every place he walked into , and time only made this feeling grow stronger .

deok-su was not unaccustomed to walking through a door and ending up in the wrong place , when he wandered absentmindedly he found himself walking to others like himself , iterations of creatures he'd seen time and time again . difference between him and rose was his brain was present enough to refocus on getting back to his home , his quaint void he'd crafted into a homey apartment to give the air of being ' settling down ' . the time between when his lover had felt and had returned felt like nothing at all , but dark was acutely aware of the months , possibly years , between their last meeting .

the pet name fills his ears like a symphony , whatever remaining blood coursing through his body coming to tint his monochromatic features as he watched sturdy arms lovingly welcomed him in . dark took no time in waiting , easily closing their proximity so icy arms can wrap and coil around the taller man , the visages that stuck to his form ghosting their touches over any part of rose they could , showing just how greatly distance DID make the heart grow fonder . cold hands brace against wilford's shoulder blades , face burying into his neck as he kept his lover close . he smelled of sweet candy and a deep sea , something that easily drew deok-su to relaxing into the other's form completely .

rose's words make deok-su chuckle , whilst the plagues of his mind wish to feel anger and rage , feel as if he had been abandoned , all the raven can do is feel nothing but joy at the essence of swirling pink that was HIS rose encapsulating his form . dark gives the taller man a tight squeeze before pulling back so he can meet wilford's gaze , a monochromatic hand raising to push his hair back and cup his stubbled face . " never apologize , my love . " the dokkaebi leans onto the fronts of his feet so he can press a kiss to the man's cheek , voice tender as he pulls away . " i am more happy to see you've made it back in one piece more than anything . i do worry of what may happen to you when you leave that door . " deok-su thumbs his cheek lovingly before bringing his hand to rest onto rose's shoulder .

" you have no idea how much i missed you , rose . " the shimmer in his eyes is evident enough as he looks over the raven's feature's , a lovestruck smile finally gracing his lips . " please , " he pulls away , a hand coming to take a hold of one of rose's , " while we have this moment , why don't you relax , tell me what you can recall of your journeys ? you ARE home , after all . why not get comfortable ? " deok-su chuckles , squeezing the other's hand .

[xshatteredreflectionsx]

Oh no. Wilford has appeared, and he’s holding a bland bucket. “Good evenin’. I see y’ve been volunteered fer th’ new Jim Studios project. Welcome ta Gunday, th’ water pistol war. I have here yer assigned water pistol an’ water balloons. Keep ‘em safe until I give th’ all-clear, but start thinkin’ of ideas. We’re lookin’ fer th’ best scenes ta showcase visually.”

The bucket is placed at Morgan's feet. Inside, there’s a brightly coloured water pistol that almost looks like it was plucked out of a cartoon, along with a bundle of ready-made water balloons. “Th’ contents won’t run out on th’ day, but they will if ya use ‘em before Sunday. Y’ll get more instructions on th’ day. 'Course, wirh everythin' y've been through, I'd bet ya can come up with some great ideas. Good luck!”

A blink, and then he’s gone. (rosetintedgunman)

Wilford snapping in and out of reality whenever he wasn't abnormal. At least he hadn't raided Morgan chocolate stash on his way out (yes, they knew. You aren't slick, Warfstache). A part of them wanted to try and see if the bucket of water-based artillery really would run out before the allotted time, but Morgan would practice restraint. If there was indeed doing to be a free-for-all summer war, than Morgan would not be caught on the back foot, no sir.

[abe-reporting]

Abe's only had a blog a few hours and he's already accidentally flirting with people? There's a chuckle as a drink is left beside Abe, complete with a bright orange paper umbrella that didn't suit. "They're gonna walk aaallll over ya, buddy. Just accept that yer work is gonna be interrupted a lot." (Wilford, rosetintedgunman)

Abe is rubbing his forehead, and a prominent vein near his temple is throbbing. Now, when Wilford appears, he hardly flinched. Used to the random pop ins from the pink mustachioed man.

"Yeah, I'm thinking you're right..." Heaving a sigh, he eyes the drink with a raised eyebrow before glancing at Wilford. Not bothering to remove the umbrella, he takes a sip. It was five o clock somewhere, right? "Thanks, Wil."

[the-graves-family]

There's a dark grey hoodie. It's a little too big, but it's warm. It definitely didn't belong to Ace, for he had never seen it before. However, his name was written in marker on the inside label, so it seemed like it was his. But he'd never seen it before. Maybe it belonged to a different timeline. But it is here now. And it has his name on it. So it is his now. (rosetintedgunman, for whatever setting since he isn't actually there so it makes no difference.)

So. It's not his hoodie.

It's nice, and big, and soft, and it has his name on it, but Ace has never seen it before. He's certain Aaron would never get him more clothes, especially nice ones, and wouldn't tag them like this.

He runs his fingers on the fabric, and has to resist the urge to shove his face in it. It feels nice. Nicer than most he has.

So. It's his hoodie now.

He just has to keep it a secret.