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 Posted: Fri Sep 12, 2014 9:53 pm
Are you sure? -pokes ectoplasm-Doctor! It's been awhile. How have you been?"Well, as totally legitimate ruler of the ribbon kingdom...I guess your duties are to bestow ribbons on the deserving and protect them from misuse?" Minty sipped, enjoying the hot liquid, "Sweets, darling, this blend is perfect. Where do you get your tea?"
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Posted: Fri Sep 12, 2014 10:09 pm
Uh, no, not particularly. But when am I ever sure of anything?
... /wiggles fingers a little faster in response to the poke/
Would explain the floating thing, though. /to make my point, I float a few inches above the ground/
/floats over/
... ... ... I'm a ghooooooooost!
OwO
... /ahem/ How are you?
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Posted: Fri Sep 12, 2014 10:13 pm
Never. You are never sure of anything.
-sticks hand in Ves's tumtum-
It would. Also perhaps the excess external blood...
Is that yours or someone elses?
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Posted: Fri Sep 12, 2014 10:16 pm
Correct! ... Maybe.
/looks down/ Oh. ... That... doesn't seem normal, does it?
... I'm assuming that it's mine! Doesn't seem to want to come off. I was taking it as a fashion statement.
I was feeling a little... blue. /eyebrow waggle/
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Posted: Fri Sep 12, 2014 10:19 pm
I am unsure if people can normally stick their hands in your tumtum.
How did you try to get it off?
Ghost showers?
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Posted: Fri Sep 12, 2014 10:24 pm
To be fair, how many people have tried to stick their hand in my tumtum? Most people just pat it~!
No, I tried regular showers! They don't feel that good when the water goes right through you.
Not to mention, I didn't realize I had this much white in my wardrobe.
Have you ever seen me in this much white?
... Wait, there was maybe that one time...
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Posted: Fri Sep 12, 2014 10:29 pm
Sooo...you weren't like this yesterday...how did it happen?
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Posted: Fri Sep 12, 2014 10:42 pm
Wellllllllll, you see...
I may have been a little preoccupied. Not that the preoccupation was what, you know, caused... /gestures at blood with a shrug, idly tugging at the hem of my top with a frown/
Apparently, you shouldn't let your guard down when there are hungry, or maybe angry, werewolves about. I don't really know werewolf body language, I'm just a simple occasionally-person-occassionally-deertaur.
It wasn't Big Blue, though, this time! So I'm not really sure where the antlers came from. I wasn't a deer at the time, hehe~
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Posted: Fri Sep 12, 2014 10:44 pm
Ves...did you try to frickle frack a werewolf? When they were all were'd out?
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Posted: Fri Sep 12, 2014 10:47 pm
"Only a little preoccupied? I'm offended." He crosses his arms, "Last I saw you, you were a wobbling puddle of post-coital bliss...and much less bloody."
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Posted: Fri Sep 12, 2014 10:48 pm
Minty Andee Ves...did you try to frickle frack a werewolf? When they were all were'd out? (-writer chokes on her potato chip at that mental image-)
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Posted: Fri Sep 12, 2014 10:51 pm
The Master -Anon Minty Andee Ves...did you try to frickle frack a werewolf? When they were all were'd out? (-writer chokes on her potato chip at that mental image-)
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Posted: Fri Sep 12, 2014 10:54 pm
Minty Andee (Thank you, thank you, I'll be here all week! Also please don't actually choke and die on your food, I'd miss you ; o ; ) (I'll try, though it's super easy for me to choke on things right now. I have a cold so it's hard to breath and eat at the same time...)
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Posted: Fri Sep 12, 2014 10:58 pm
(awww, poor babbu. Get lots of sleep and liquids!)
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Posted: Fri Sep 12, 2014 10:59 pm
"No! Not a werewolf! It wasn't deer mating season, so..." Her voice gets a little quieter, and she leans in closer, one hand moving to her mouth as if to tell a secret: "... well---" However, that sentence is immediately cut off as she startles, both of her hands clapping over her face as she notices the newcomer. Were she not a ghost, it might have done something, and her surprised squeal of "Velvet!" would have been muffled, unfortunately, such wasn't to be.
Were she anyone else, or were he anyone else, she probably would have had a somewhat more coherent response, but instead her response was little more than to make a flustered sound and stomp her feet before attempting to peer at him to see if he was still there.
He was still there, oddly enough. People didn't just disappear. Weird, right? "I'm sorry?"
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