thisloathsomegargoyle

[thisloathsomegargoyle]

rip erik you'd have loved shadow the hedgehog

Erik cocks his head. "...Pardon?"

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Is the coffin comfortable?

Erik shrugs apathetically. "As comfortable as it can be," he states.

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Favourite type of alcohol? I like white wine.. :)

- @sweetest-soprano

Hm....I prefer red wine, but I don't mind a white wine, either. Other spirits are also acceptable.

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”Hey Erik, if you’re wondering I’m doing well with my singing lately, still learning but working on it!”

Erik wishes you all the luck in your endeavors.

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Wouldn't you like to know.

Do you know the Daroga’s real name ?

Naturally.

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What do you think is the most outrageous thing you’ve ever asked the managers ?

There is no single answer to this question.

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What do you think of the word 'unalive' ?

I think that it is a stupid, made-up word. What are you on about??

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Do you know the Daroga’s real name ?

Naturally.

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so do you and Raoul still have beef?

I– Erik has never had beef with the Vicomte. We have never shared a meal, Erik would never do such a thing. Perish the thought.

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did you hear ? raoul was an accident.

This doesn't even remotely surprise me.

[I fear you've just given him the ammunition to be incredibly obnoxious.]

(mod note attached)

hello all I am alive. I have deadass been so busy with college shit that I have not had the energy to run these blogs but it is ok because I am back

apparently 10:28AM in a random hotel in Kentucky was the appropriate time for me to come back to these blogs lmao

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Merry Christmas, Erik!! I have something for you!!

[I hand you a wrapped box. Inside is a stuffed Christine doll.]

[Yes, I know it's two days after Christmas when I'm answering these, I've been busy being festive smh]

Oh–

[He unwraps the box, looking at the doll curiously. Then, he sets it on his organ nearby. He doesn't say anything, but you can tell he appreciates the gift.]

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what would you do to Raoul if you saw him rn

What wouldn't I do?

[🤨]

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are you a skibidi sigma

I hope you stub your toe several times tonight.

[...Alright.]

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Hiya

Get out.

[Damn, okay. He did NOT appreciate seeing another version of himself.]

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[Your Phantom cannot be reached at this time. He's too busy furiously shouting in– well, truthfully, I'm not too sure what language he's losing his shit in. It's hard to tell.]

Heey *smacks your ass*

[phantom.exe has stopped working]

.....

[Oop, now he's reaching for the nearest lethal object.]

Do NOT–

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Erik stands there, a curious glint in his good eye as he watches Julien laugh and then stare silently. At the question, his visible brow raises slightly, his head cocking like a dog's.

"I suppose," he states.

He offers no sort of 'what about you?' in return, evidently finding no purpose in such a thing. It's hard to tell if he's even interested in the conversation beyond the small boost to his ego that he previously received.

ooc: aaahhh thank you! I love writing him a lot, so I'm glad y'all think I'm doing a good job!

I find you brilliant.

Well, of course, Erik is quite clever, no?

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Hmph, well, Erik does not teach just anyone.

Hello! People said that you’re a music teacher?

Perhaps Erik has dabbled in the field. What about it?