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not saying im doing any better // p - beck - valo-kas - 03-31-2018 the mud was cool here, almost firm ground until you found your paws sinking into it. valo-kas foraged like a dirty, oozing hog, shoving their face into it to pry free the squirming bodies of worms that hid there. it was part of the look. the nasty one. sure, worms were also tasty, but the look mattered too. like any good venomous beast, valo-kas was brightly colored, leaking a bubblegum pink Do Not Disturb sign, but people were stupid. people would ignore red flags. they’d even ignore pink ones. too many weirdos had a thing for bad people. gross people though? yucky ones? not even the freakiest hybristophile wanted to be around a bastard that was disgusting. valo wasn’t sure what had put that line of thinking in their head. after the memory loss, they lacked context for so many things. they didn’t want the answer, though. feared it would be a helluva lot worse than the habit itself. whatever their old mind knew, valo-kas didn’t think it was any of their current mind’s business. valo-kas sucked down a pair of worms and gagged when they got stuck. spat the tangled bodies, gooey and glossy with blush-colored mucus, onto the wet ground only to eat them again, making sure to chew this time around. they knocked against a very muddy basket, the contents covered in a layer of bog muck. the gator offering basket, complete with bottles and scandalous poetry rendered illegible with drool and murk. the search never panned out, but whatever. valo-kas stuck their face into a hole they scraped into the earth, nosing into the soil for another worm. [member=67]beck.[/member] Re: not saying im doing any better // p - beck - beck. - 03-31-2018 Re: not saying im doing any better // p - beck - valo-kas - 04-01-2018 “[color=salmon]ooh, buddy. have a nice trip?” valo-kas paused their rooting to gurgle the joke in beck’s muddy direction. “[color=salmon]i’d lick you clean if that would, y’know, help at all. but it’d just turn ya pink.” they sighed as if that was really a kind of tragedy to them. the glutton stepped over, swamp earth squelching between their toes. it felt safe out here, safe in the radioactive filth. more home than they had known in...in how long? fuckin’ memory. they sat with a soft, wet sound, a three-eyed squint focused on the ghost. how’s it feel to be dead? they wanted to ask something that would make this meeting between the two of them unnecessarily uncomfortable and cruel. valo-kas was unnecessarily uncomfortable and cruel, and they didn’t know why beyond the firm belief that that was how it had to be. that’s just life, baby! “[color=salmon]better clean off quick, you look fuck ugly like that.” it wasn’t really the truth, but it was sonething to say. maybe i’m bad at talking to people. hm. a definite possibility. Re: not saying im doing any better // p - beck - beck. - 04-05-2018 Re: not saying im doing any better // p - beck - valo-kas - 04-09-2018 “[color=salmon]ehehegh,” the sound that left them was akin to a small stalling car, laughter impeded by a net of rosy moisture. “[color=salmon]like that’s hard?” fortunately for them, the personality valo-kas was stuck stagnating in had bypassed self-conscious hatred of their appearance in order to sink straight into an earnest and vicious acceptance of it. not everyone could be beautiful, or even just average looking. that wasn’t how the world was and, despite their foggy memory, valo-kas was positive that they had this world thing pretty figured out. “[color=salmon]yeah, and? you’re dead.” ah, the ultimate trump card. you’re dead, na-na-na. simplicity, thy name is valo-kas. oh, that these too, too sick burns would flourish. they blinked, their third eyelid twitching a split second faster than the lids of their normal eyes, and shook with another laugh. “[color=salmon]’sides, if the worst thing about me’s a little bit of goo then i’m doing pretty good, i think.” the worst thing about valo-kas was absolutely not just a little bit of goo. they knew that. but nobody liked it when their conversational companion unbuckled an admission of unknown duration’s worth of accumulated faults and insecurities. dumbass brainlessness and the perceived inability to be self-aware was one of their many charms, after all. valo wouldn’t jeopardize that. |