twinbarrels:

>Sigh and lean forward, pressing your forehead against his shoulder.

ii worry about you a lot. 

no matter what you 2ay, iit ii2 a problem. iit’2 all you do anymore. ii can’t even tru2t you wiith rhiiley. your own fuckiing kiid. 

iit break2 my fuckiing heart okay.

>Giving a sigh yourself, pressing lips to the side of his rather fluffy hair. 

What how can you not trust me with Rhiley? The hell have I done for you to doubt me? 

Have I endangered his life or my own? Or done anything dangerous really while drinking?

>Another sigh falls from your lips as you grow silent. 

Sol, it’s all I have from that normal life we used to have. You and Castor can drink and I don’t see why I can’t. Yeah, I drink a bit more but I haven’t done anything to have you doubt my abilities or to worry.

(Source: turntechzombiekiller)

twinbarrels:

>Click in agitation.

dave…

>Realize your point it mute and he won’t listen.

whatever.

No what.

Tell me whats going on in that head of yours, penting up shit is bad.

>Frowns at and strokes his cheek.

(Source: turntechzombiekiller)

zombiegeneticist:

>Frowns, winding his arm back and punching him back

RIGHT.

SORRY, I FORGOT TO GIVE YOU THAT EARLIER. THANKS FOR REMINDING ME. 

>Laughs and throws another jab at the troll.

Oh what the hell was that.

You’ve got the arm of a toddler, fuck, I think Rhiley punches harder than you.

twinbarrels:

dave you know me.

ii don’t freak out or poiint out thiing2 ii know aren’t a problem or even the tiiniie2t of ii22ue2.

2o me 2ayiing 2omethiing about thii2 2hould be hiittiing you liike a traiin.

>Shove him away softly.

thii2 ii2n’t ju2t a ‘creature comfort’ anymore. iit’2 a diilemma. 

we have a kiid now 2tupiid fuck get a hold of your2elf.

>Frowns and leans forward to press lips to his forehead.

I think you need to calm your bosoms for five seconds about this.

My drinking isn’t a problem and if I thought it was I would quit at any time. It’s just a comfort for me and one last piece of civilization that I still have.

There’s nothing to get a hold of because there’s no damn problem. Now hush your pretty face.

(Source: turntechzombiekiller)

zombiegeneticist:

>Screeches, holding his face

DUDE WHAT THE HELL.

You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that.

Pint sized little asshole.

twinbarrels:

no iit’2 that 2hiit you’ve been driinkiing.

>Scowl, but let yourself be pulled back.

whiich remiind2 me. maybe you 2hould 2top iit. the driinkiing…

Why?

My drinking isn’t a problem, and it hasn’t been a problem for the years that we’ve known each other.

I enjoy it and I don’t think I should have to stop doing so, I’m allowed a few creature comforts in this shithole.

(Source: turntechzombiekiller)

ofbrightlightsandmachines started following you

 taxadermicgadbout started following you

>Raises the weapon, taking a step back to match the other as he moved in closer.

Woah there, I’ll tolerate you as long as you are at a good ‘I can’t even touch you with a stick’ distance

dissociativelibra replied to your post: Dave, what is there to even do around here? I’m so bored that I’m turning into one of the undead already.

RUD3 >:I Are there at least any board games or anything to do? If not I’m going to draw on everything with chalk.

We have strip poker.

Haven’t played that in a long while, but that def won’t be happening with Rhiley around.

I highly suggest drawing all over the grumps stuff then. I’m sure all those fun and exuberant colors would cheer his sorry ass up. 

>Oh god this again.

>Edges back from, gun coming to rest loosely in your hands.

…Hey there buddy.