♥︎ ∙ 𝙕𝙀𝘿.ᐟ

“Th’ hell, man… where’d I reincarnate to now?”

Rubbing it for good luck.

“Everyone’s got their speeches an’ reasons. Brain’s too rotten to pay much attention, rather just punch’em in the throat.”

In the process of relocating his jaw after a scuffle, the resulting snap as bones realigned sounding out nice an’ loud. “Onto the next face to bash in…”

Crashes to the ground like a lightning bolt. Don’t ask where he fell from.

“Either you’ve got a freak’s nose or you’re sniffing yourself, bowling pin.” The reanimated spat back. Had he any working blood vessels, he might’ve gone red. “I drink preservatives and wash like anyone else, I smell like a goddamn meadow of roses.”

❝Flaunt it while you got it, ‘fore you end up rotting like me.❞

Downin’ a bottle of preservatives to stave off the smell of rot.

❝BACK FROM THE DEAD, PUNKS! GET READY FOR A PUNCH T’ TH’ DAMNED THR—where am I.❞

❝I wish you were DLC so I could choose not to buy you.❞

❝Anyone seen my arm?❞

I’LL BEAT THE TAR OUTTA YOUR CURRY TOO.

❝Back to it. Rot ain’t gonna wait.❞

❝Try it. Still not gettin’ a single HL outta me.❞

|| proper pinned tweet eventually my attention’s just been elsewhere

❝I’m beat. I’m hitting up the juice bar.❞