𝙅𝙖𝙮𝘽𝙞𝙧𝙙🪶

.. Ask Kyle

Okayyy, yeah. That’s fine.

Jason’ll just.. lay down properly and not look at him.

“… If that’s meant to be reassuring, Roy, you’re missing the mark.”

He’s… slowly laying back down. Under the blanket. Still watching Roy.

“I fed you. You ate. If you try and bite me again…..”

Squinting over at the zombie…

The now clean and less grotesque zombie— he got him a toothbrush and shoved him in a shower earlier.

That went well.

“You’re being awfully quiet.”

// PYROJFFJ

// FULLY forgot i have a mid term in the morning

Yeah. I’m going back to bed.

“That’s your own damn fault”

“Not while you’re looking like THAT, Royboy.

Not super into the skin you have stuck in your teeth.”

// PLEASE

// the ZOMBIE still being able to say fuck you is SO FUNNY

“I get you don’t HAVE a brain, Roy, but eating SOMEONE ELSE’S won’t FIX that—“

“YOU—

Don’t TALK to me.”

“DON’T throw up on that carpet, Dick Grayson”

“Why don’t you just eat a BURGER, Roy, damn it—“

“Fucking—“

Alright, Jason’s yanking him back from it—

“It WAS an arm.. Dickie. Was.”

“I need EVERYONE to stop talking—

Roy, spit that out—“

Shit, that’s nasty

Oh he got off the leash—

DON’T SIDE WITH HIM. HE KNOWS WHAT HE’S DOING, DICK

Well maybe this damn BULLET will help you think of something ELSE

It’s the CONTEXT OF IT, TIM

// im so glad🥺

JOKERIZED. AFTER THAT CLOWN TALK

He DESERVES it— come ON

I’ll take the damn fries, and still shoot you for it

Maybe I just like being contrary with three hundred year old vampires—

… doesn’t mean anything.

I’m going to PRETEND none of that clown shit is happening

Well, Roy screwed his head back on right, so he’s got that going for him—