#shattered bomb 💣 // whitty

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*cri*

Whitty looks concerned. “A-are you ok?”

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“I- h-hey it’s ok...”

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~She nodded, and scrolled through her phone. After a moment, she snickered, though there was a bit of a sad undertone.~ Hell yes. Man, if T was here... ~With a sigh and a small, sad smile, she played the song. Heat Waves by Glass Animals.~ -Music Anon

Oh lawd. Whitty simply sits there for a bit... oh... oh dear that'd depressing. He proceeds to pat her softly on the head. ------------------------------------------------------ Pain and suffering but this is a bop. "Did... did you lose someone special to you? Sorry if it's too personal you don't have to answer"

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Character Info

Name: Whitmore (Angst Only) Nickname: Whitty, Whits, Watmire(That was an inside joke-), Spite(angst) Age: 24 Height: 8’11 Sexuality: Biromantic Demisexual Gender: Agender Pronouns: He/They/It

“......” *Seems he doesn’t want to talk about the dart gun on his hip Name: Gabriel Updike Nickname: Gabe, Spiteful(mm angst), Old man (All the angst), Wee woo(inside joke) Age: 34 Height: 6’5 Sexuality: Pansexual Gender: Bigender Pronouns: He/She/They “O-oh... uh... nothing special really-” *He’s lying through his teeth about this oversized hoodie

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"I'm headed straight for the floor" "The alcohol's served its tour~" "And its headed straight for my skin..." "Leaving me daft."

"And Dim"

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~She nodded to Whitty.~ Yeah. Just some old memories. ~To Updike, she half-shrugs.~ 'S alright. No use dwelling on it, I guess. -Music Anon

“Ah. I see.” He nods solemnly. Memories... they were always something, even bittersweet ones.

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Was there... no use? Even she wasn’t sure. He just missed his... other half. “Yeah, I suppose...”

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~She looks up at Whitty at the pat, giving a smile to him.~ Ah, I'm alright. ~To Updike, she nodded.~ Yeah, I did. It's... Their name was Tye. ~She was silent for a moment.~ I loved them, but they died before I could tell them. ~She blinked away the tears, wiping her face with a small smile.~ Ah, that's a bit depressing though. Sorry. ~Popstar by New Hollow began playing.~ -Music Anon

"You sure?" ----------------------------------- "Oh- I-I'm so sorry to hear that." She knew how the other felt... and he hated it. No one should suffer such a heartbreak like that.

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~They each get another hug and gently pulled to the nearest couch. Quietly, she muttered,~ Gods, the Mun really is an angst goblin, isn't she? ~Louder, she spoke up.~ Right, so, what kind of music do you like? My taste is the definition of tone whiplash, so... -Music Anon (>:>)

"Ah. I usually like heavy metal- or hip hop." -------------------------------------------- "I don't have a preference really..."

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(I'm perfectly okay with this actually) ~Hugs given, and she pulls out her phone and pulls up her playlist.~ Do you wanna take a self-care day? Just chill, maybe watch a cheesy movie or something? -Music Anon (Eyyy it's ya girl, Moony- The snake pfp one, apparently there's two of us which is cool)

(OH! HI BESTIE :D) "Self care? Pfft ah that sounds nice... I remember when he wouldn't practice it" -------------------------------------------------------

Hug appreciated. "Self care... I should do that... he used to scold me all the time for not doing it..."

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Hi. You seem sad, would you like a hug? I could show you some cool music, too, if ya want? -Music Anon (Hey bestie >:3)

(IS THIS A MOOT OF MINE??? /nm /gen) "Music? That sounds nice..." -------------------------------- "I... haven't heard any in a while- and h-hugs are good.."

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*Yeets both of them a cookie and runs away*

Whitty blinks, holding the cookie in his hands... he bites down on it. When was the last time he had one of these things? Who knows?.... he should ask Hex for some of these... later.

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Gabe blinks and catches the cookie before it hits the ground, tears pricking the side of his eyes. He used to love these...