tiktiktikboom:
dontstabmebro:
tiktiktikboom:
dontstabmebro:
tiktiktikboom:
dontstabmebro:
*the corners of his mouth lift up a little at being called “sir”. Out of all the exotic names people thought up for him in the past, “sir” always felt the strangest*
How have you been doing for yourself?
Quite all right, sir. A-and yourself?
Good. My foot got caught in a sewer drain the other day and when I tried to pull it free my leg ripped off.
But other than that.
Oh my goodness! Y-you’re all right though?
Of course. There are certain advantages to being a corpse.
W-well, I suppose so. How have you been filling your time? It’s been quite a while since I last spoke to you.
Working with Hank on paranormal cases. Which actually entails a lot less work than you would think, but a lot more running.
A whole lot of running.
I’ve also been brushing up on my cooking skills. I hope to venture out of breakfast territory one of these days.
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dontstabmebro:
tiktiktikboom:
dontstabmebro:
*the corners of his mouth lift up a little at being called “sir”. Out of all the exotic names people thought up for him in the past, “sir” always felt the strangest*
How have you been doing for yourself?
Quite all right, sir. A-and yourself?
Good. My foot got caught in a sewer drain the other day and when I tried to pull it free my leg ripped off.
But other than that.
Oh my goodness! Y-you’re all right though?
Of course. There are certain advantages to being a corpse.
tiktiktikboom:
dontstabmebro:
*the corners of his mouth lift up a little at being called “sir”. Out of all the exotic names people thought up for him in the past, “sir” always felt the strangest*
How have you been doing for yourself?
Quite all right, sir. A-and yourself?
Good. My foot got caught in a sewer drain the other day and when I tried to pull it free my leg ripped off.
But other than that.
((brb in about an hour y’all))
*the corners of his mouth lift up a little at being called “sir”. Out of all the exotic names people thought up for him in the past, “sir” always felt the strangest*
How have you been doing for yourself?
Two Gingers and a Zombie
notagirlsname:
hannawolfcross:
dontstabmebro:
Just as he’d suspected; high traffic. He counted them out on his fingers and raised an eyebrow. “There must be a lot of fights for the bathroom.”
He took a seat next to Hanna and cracked open the book, mostly to make it look like he was doing something while the two other people ate. He’d comprised a few lists of Things To Do While People Around You Eat. “And yes, there’s a Disney version. Of course they changed it around so that Esmeralda and Quasimodo don’t die in the end, but it does pretty well for itself, especially with Frollo. It sort of shoots itself in the foot with the dancing, singing gargoyles though.”
“May the mouse burn in hell for butchering all those classic tales… And living with Uncle Worth isn’t so bad. He’s actually a lot cleaner than you’d think. And eh, not really? We have a few bathrooms. The biggest fights are over cooking, really. There’s only three people in the whole house who can cook. Lexi, my partner, and Miss Odette. And they all have different tastes. Though, it’s usually Lexi or Miss Odette who cooks since my partner works a lot.” The werewolf smiled and started papping the zombie with his tail. “So how’s work, Hank?”
“Depends on which you mean. Retail is as much of a bore as ever, but at least it pays the bills, heh. But I love my detective job! By the way, sorry it made me miss our original hang-out date,” Hank smiled sheepishly. “One of my neighbors thought she had a poltergeist,” she explained. “Turned out to just be mice in the walls.”
“I really wish we’d figured that out before we tore down one of those walls.”
Pap
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The zombie looked over and saw Hanna’s tail. Then he turned his attention back to his book and, without saying a word, slowly reached a hand out to scratch at Hanna’s ears.
You must have to put up with a lot of fangirling from your writer, don't you?
Actually, she seems to be preoccupied with Worth most of the time.
But there are odd moments when I find her looking at me in a way that makes me a bit…
Uncomfortable.
Two Gingers and a Zombie
notagirlsname:
hannawolfcross:
dontstabmebro:
He nodded to Hanna with a small little smile. “We don’t know each other well, actually. Apart from the fact that I am who I am and he is who he is. But he was spot on with the book. I actually prefer the novel to the Disney version.”
He paused for a moment, looking over the book’s cover.
“And yes, I’ve seen the Disney version. This is a big house you have Hanna.” Big, and it had a lived in look. Not messy, but it had the look of a house that had some high traffic. ”Who else is here?”
“My sister, Miss Odette, her two kids, my partner, and my Uncle Worth. We also have people who stay for a few days and then leave. Heh. And there’s a Disney version of the book? I almost want to see it to see how badly they fucked it all up.” Hanna grabbed his cooler of raw chicken and ate that, leaving the cooked food for Hank. “I hope you like the food, Hank. Gnee!”
“Dude, are kidding? It’s delicious, and it’s free. What’s not to like?” She bit into a chicken leg, grinning around her mouthful. “So, living with a Worth, huh? That must be… interesting,” Hank chuckled.
Just as he’d suspected; high traffic. He counted them out on his fingers and raised an eyebrow. “There must be a lot of fights for the bathroom.”
He took a seat next to Hanna and cracked open the book, mostly to make it look like he was doing something while the two other people ate. He’d comprised a few lists of Things To Do While People Around You Eat. “And yes, there’s a Disney version. Of course they changed it around so that Esmerelda and Quasimodo don’t die in the end, but it does pretty well for itself, especially with Frollo. It sort of shoots itself in the foot with the dancing, singing gargoyles though.”
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Two Gingers and a Zombie
notagirlsname:
“You must know him better than I thought!” Hank sounded impressed. She had been extremely happy when Hanna had told her the zombie could tag along. Since they’d met she had grown very attached to him, and it was a bummer having to goanywherewithout the dead man by her side; but people who weren’t familiar with the supernatural themselves could be a lot less welcoming. Usually they would tell “the normals” that zombie was in a band and his green skin and sunken eyes were just stage makeup… but it was still hard avoiding suspicious looks.
“And thanks, I love potatoes!” She plopped herself down in the nearest chair and grabbed a plate.
He nodded to Hanna with a small little smile. “We don’t each other well, actually. Apart from the fact that I am who I am and he is who he is. But he was spot on with the book. I actually prefer the novel to the Disney version.”
He paused for a moment, looking over the book’s cover.
“And yes, I’ve seen the Disney version. This is a big house you have Hanna.” Big, and it had a lived in look. Not messy, but it had the look of a house that had some high traffic. ”Who else is here?”
