He stays up quite late. Avoid dreaming, and that sort of thing.
He doesn’t usually wear long, flowing outfits, but… today? Why, sure!
Today, the body strongly objects to waking up…
The motel maid, oh the little maid.
Atop a little hill, where her story was retold.
Below were cries and siren lights, oh a bloody scene unfolds.
The motel maid, oh the little maid.
A little bride, oh a wedding she'd never hold.
#REVERSE1999 | #R99RP | #MVRP
|| old heads will remember when he was just a dumbass with a villa and too much free time.
“Ah, then perhaps… I have given a poor first impression with our initial conversation? I assure you, I’m not some… mindless cannibal.”
He considers himself very mindful. The second part, well… the less said the better, he reasons internally.
“I just enjoy playing the fool sometimes. Bit of fun.”
“Ah, come on now… It’s just fooling around. In poor taste?” Such an awkward turn of phrase, given their last conversation, that it might even be deliberate on his part. “I’m not that easy, I promise. Only about 75% of that or so.”
Swooning.
“Hey, hey, my heart can only take so much, you know! I already said you win!”
“Seduce me.”
“Wow, you’re good at this. Okay, you win.”
He didn’t even wait for a response…
“You know, I used to look much more different before I became Long. It’s true! I wonder if I still keep any photos…”
What is up, my fellow mortals
“Haha, maybe not all the time… but I think we’re having an interesting conversation right now, so it’s worth it now and again. Do you agree?”
“Unfortunately, yes. Busy is the most charitable way to describe it. Business doesn’t run itself I’m afraid. I’m sure you know how that feels.”
He runs a hand through his hair, allowing a moment of weakness to sigh meaningfully.
“And it’s only semi-occult business at that...”
Unhelpfully, Hoxton always has three answers he decides between when asked this question…
“Well, my line of work requires a lot of ambiguity. So, I try to have fun with it.”
He wears a smug smile, but only because he thinks he’s so clever for his wordplay.
“It’s nice to see you again as well, Eli. It’s been a while, yes, but time’s nothing to me. Just sand in a glass!”
“That’s the beauty of it, I can decide what it means at the moment of. I could be talking about scoops of ice cream, or cigarettes, or genitalia, or even dry martinis.”
“I don’t have one often, but when I do, I have two.”
|| yeah i had made a whole entire google doc(key) for submitting my oc and got stonewalled by the rule LMAO
|| I finally found an active discord rp server for a verse I really like and it turns out they don’t accept OCs and it’s been fucking me up ever since.
"I could never work as a mortician again. I would just get too hungry."
|| Honestly warms my heart to know that stand is still getting use-
Another lazy day, is it?
Mmm…
|| Alas, I have just fumbled the bag of eons…….
“I admit, my portfolio of tasted friends is currently still less than my portfolio of known friends. Even so… if someone else hears it, that’s the second trick of the phrase: it’s an effective conversation starter. People can’t seem to help but take notice when they hear ‘delicious friend.’”
“Few bitters are oft worth the tasting, but - but - ah, never mind. I’m afraid metaphor’s run away from me this time.”
Ah, well.
“Good morning. I hope your dreams were pleasant and sweet. Unless you don’t dream, in which case… I hope you ate a delicious breakfast. Unless you don’t eat either, in which case, I don’t fucking know.”
