【 @penofhope.bsky.social 】

* i know you're one of those, uh, darkners... but, i've heard what these kids said about you.

* safe to say, i don't want to end up like modern art by the time i fight against you.

* if i had a heart attack, there wouldn't be someone to guess, heh.

【He looks outside the windows, birds are singing... Flowers are blooming.】

* i guess i gotta do something, since i'm here...

* ... this would be a good place to serve judgement, dontcha think?

For a moment, Arch dosn't move, or flinch, or anything. Outside of the bare minimum, he may as well have been a mannequin.

And then, he suddenly turned towards the old man, and it was like he was full of life.

It wasn't that, though. Just LIKE it.

"Hey there, stranger. What are you doing here?"

🎹 OPEN CALL TO ANY AND CALL KRIS-ES.

Please come into my DMs. I have so, so many fucked up ideas.

Arch walks smoothly into the room. What kind of room doesn't seem to matter — he ambulates almost unnaturally well from one to another.

Now he's just ... standing in it. Not quite in the center, but close. Like a perfectly engineered point, designed to draw in a conversation.

How very Arch of him.

“Yeah, I brought him back into this place to try getting his attitude problem worked out but uh… he has different plans I guess.
Different.. fighty plans.”

"I don't care if you're some 100 year old guy, or a literal baby, I want you out."

*She was stern and firm on her wanting Gerson out*

DUDE.

YOU WOULD'VE POSTED MY ADDRESS ONLINE?

gerson boom told me to post my address online

 
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⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ᴀ 𝕾𝐄𝐄𝐃 ᴘʟᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ

𝕲𝐋𝐈𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐒 ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴜsᴛ .