11-03-2020, 03:40 AM
pills don't help, but it sure is funny! ☆ ☆ ☆
MICHAEL TOWNLEY
THE TYPHOON
DEALER
Honestly, it was of no surprise to Michael that Rosemary enjoyed Halloween quite a bit. He hadn't known her as long as some others, but her witchy aesthetic was pretty obvious to everyone around her, so the bobcat found himself grinning at her approach, and chuckling at her costume. He looked her over before nodding approvingly, speaking with a cheerful little snicker, "Hey there, witchy Rosemary. Nice costume... very fitting." He licked his fangs for emphasis that his was the same, although getting a taste of berry juice along with that was hardly a downside. He then turned, his cape shifting a little in the wind as he led her inside, "Come on, then! You know there's gonna be plenty of tricks in store, when you leave two thieves and their family in charge of a haunted hut." Already as he pushed open the front door, there was a rush of wind and the sound of squeaking from inside. A cackle echoed throughout the house, and the dealer couldn't help the urge to smile, knowing his husband had timed that painstakingly perfectly.
Leaving the door open so that others could freely come inside, Michael led Rosemary into what had formerly been the living room, but what was now transformed into a homemade graveyard. There was bits of dirt and rock carefully strewn about, along with messily painted gravestones sitting around with pun inspired names. The ceiling was covered in dancing colored lights, meant to represent a sort of sky above. As Michael stepped forward, he announced with an amount of dramatics that showed just how much he was enjoying himself, "Welcome to the graveyard. The land and domain of poor and unfortunate souls, just waiting to rise back up and take us all over. Like... now." He said the last word with a heavy amount of emphasis, and the fog covered dirt in front of one of the graves began to move and shift, with several of Michael's rats bursting forth from it. His beloved pets swarmed around his and Rosemary's feet, squirming and squeaking loudly as they showed off their costumes – little fabric tubes around them, with painted on bones meant to make them look like skeletons.
Leaving the door open so that others could freely come inside, Michael led Rosemary into what had formerly been the living room, but what was now transformed into a homemade graveyard. There was bits of dirt and rock carefully strewn about, along with messily painted gravestones sitting around with pun inspired names. The ceiling was covered in dancing colored lights, meant to represent a sort of sky above. As Michael stepped forward, he announced with an amount of dramatics that showed just how much he was enjoying himself, "Welcome to the graveyard. The land and domain of poor and unfortunate souls, just waiting to rise back up and take us all over. Like... now." He said the last word with a heavy amount of emphasis, and the fog covered dirt in front of one of the graves began to move and shift, with several of Michael's rats bursting forth from it. His beloved pets swarmed around his and Rosemary's feet, squirming and squeaking loudly as they showed off their costumes – little fabric tubes around them, with painted on bones meant to make them look like skeletons.
☆ ☆ ☆ gimme, gimme some of that vampire money, come on!
— Reggan
— Reggan