09-09-2019, 05:43 AM
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thank god image couldn't throw up. the whole 'being dead' meant that he didn't really get sick or feel sick, just.. tired. mirror, on the other had could get sick, he could get sick from disgust, but being attached to half a rotting body did wonders to keep mirror from doing so. he guessed he was glad for that at least. however, he wasn't glad that his brother drug him along to see this sight. it almost made both of them gag, but image had to hold back, his ears pinning back as he moved his head forward to get a better look at the scene, considering his brother wouldn't let them get any closer.
he wanted to make sure that this stranger- red, apparently- would be ok. "wi-"
"will he recover alright?" mirror spoke over him, cutting off the question he had been about to ask. let me speak, i just want to talk, image thought desperately, snapping his jaws shut and pulling his head away before turning it to the side. he wanted nothing more then to just ask his questions, be helpful where he could, but he knew that that wouldn't be happening with mirror around.. and it wouldn't be happening with himself around either.
"it'd be quite upsetting if that wasn't the case." oh, you know you don't care, just stop talking! his thoughts were practically screaming, screaming so loud that they hurt his head. it was an odd feeling, pain. however, he guessed he couldn't complain about pain when red was so badly hurt. then again, his half of the body was slowly rotting away, so maybe it was a bit warranted.
"ca-"
"we would be happy to help if you need it, im sure." for once, him and mirror were on the same page. for some reason, that warmed his heart- but he knew it wouldn't last long. then he heard the snap of a leg being set and his head stuttered back, fogged pupils shrinking. god, what a disgusting noise.
thank god image couldn't throw up. the whole 'being dead' meant that he didn't really get sick or feel sick, just.. tired. mirror, on the other had could get sick, he could get sick from disgust, but being attached to half a rotting body did wonders to keep mirror from doing so. he guessed he was glad for that at least. however, he wasn't glad that his brother drug him along to see this sight. it almost made both of them gag, but image had to hold back, his ears pinning back as he moved his head forward to get a better look at the scene, considering his brother wouldn't let them get any closer.
he wanted to make sure that this stranger- red, apparently- would be ok. "wi-"
"will he recover alright?" mirror spoke over him, cutting off the question he had been about to ask. let me speak, i just want to talk, image thought desperately, snapping his jaws shut and pulling his head away before turning it to the side. he wanted nothing more then to just ask his questions, be helpful where he could, but he knew that that wouldn't be happening with mirror around.. and it wouldn't be happening with himself around either.
"it'd be quite upsetting if that wasn't the case." oh, you know you don't care, just stop talking! his thoughts were practically screaming, screaming so loud that they hurt his head. it was an odd feeling, pain. however, he guessed he couldn't complain about pain when red was so badly hurt. then again, his half of the body was slowly rotting away, so maybe it was a bit warranted.
"ca-"
"we would be happy to help if you need it, im sure." for once, him and mirror were on the same page. for some reason, that warmed his heart- but he knew it wouldn't last long. then he heard the snap of a leg being set and his head stuttered back, fogged pupils shrinking. god, what a disgusting noise.
tags | updated 9/9/19:
BROTHERS IN MORE THAN NAME / ☆☆☆