— 𝑳𝑬𝑶𝑵 𝑺𝑻𝑹𝑶𝑯𝑳.ᐟ.ᐟ

...

[ Glaring at him for a moment longer. Then he just starts walking again. ]

[ Throwing his hands up in the air. ]

Would you bloody say something??

You— What? Really, is it a fight you want? Do you have a problem with me for whatever reason?

[ Hands on his hips. ]

For God's sake, man, what do you want?

[ Glancing back again. Immediately scared for his life. He stops in his tracks and turns around again. ]

[ Glancing very briefly over his shoulder. Walking away slightly faster ]

...

[ Really awkwardly turning to walk away. ]

... Uh. Alright. Um, well then...

.........

Um. Is— Is that a no? Do you need something?

[ Staring back, eyes wide. ]

Er— Can I help you??

] i keep coming back to giggle at this . genuine actual flashbang dude

] metaphor late game spoilers if u gaf about that . some strowills i drew last night after watching my mom play through the sanctum

] edits based on how i draw them

I am Jack's overwhelming sense of inadequacy.

] come back. Come back. i was late to the metaphor party... ccome back...

] imagine being named zorba. i'd be pissed off and gay too

[ Idly glancing just enough to catch him in his peripheral vision and immediately jumping half a foot in the air ]

Wha—!? Hello??

] logged back in because i missed him.

] edits based on how i draw them

] I MADE HIM WHITE ON ACCIDENT. THIS IS SO FUCKING SCARY

It's, uh, fine. 💧💧

] /J TO WHAT

Ah— Hah. Right.

] i think they are laying down. how about the shoulder .

I... suppose.

... It's hard to be confident in that.

... Mmh.

[ He's quiet, for a little bit. ]

I don't know... Maybe.

You've only just met me, really.

I like to think I don't, no. But... well, still. It's something I admire about him.