Covered The Bed In Spikes Then It's Perfect -Quentin

NICOLASSSSSSSSSSSSS

What if i did a little bite and chew on the batface

Bat-face scribbles.

STOP MAKING THIS THREAD SAD, MY DOG IS LOOKING AT ME AND IM BOUT TO CRY ON HIM

In the dog world, humans are elves that routinely live to be 500+ years old.

if you could get out of the entity's realm, what is the first thing you would do?

"I miss her so much.." -quentin

HAH

so me shsjs-

Mun

This one goes out to all the slasher lover girlies and gays out there. You ARE built different. He WILL love you.

From the mun

HAPPY TRANS VISIBILITY DAY!! (Its totally not the next day at 2 in the morning and i didnt even realized that there was a trans visibility day)

LOVE Y'ALL FELLOW TRANS FOLKS<3

Pssst- *holds up a purple flashlight and purple medkit* Wanna be a menace and help me steal Albert’s glasses?

There was an attempt

Quentin smiles and slowly close his eyes.

Humming a response

His head rubs slowly came to a halt as Quentin began to grew sleepy

"Hi" came the deep, simple and rusty voice from the canine mouth of Lobo, staring at Quentin with his bright red eyes beneath the black hood of his poncho. He grinned, teeth flashing slightly while the wind brushed ghostly through his white fur.

He just found Quentin in the bar of Mount Ormond, leaning in the doorway, slightly leaned forward interested in the other one.

"May you want some company of the old wolf I am? I won't bite... probably." He asked with a vibrating voice.

The teenager looks in the direct on where the voice was heard. He slightly tilt his head.

"I dont mind if you join, if you bite I'll bite back bud" it chuckled. Looking into the fellows red eyes, "So where did you come from?"

Quentin smiles and place their drink down.

It placed his hand behind lobos ear and start softly petting him, letting out an also inaudible chuckle.

It didnt expect the fur to feel so soft.

Quentin soon started to pet lobo with both hands, one scratching behind his ear and the other rubbing near lobos snout slowly.

Quentin felt as if they were in floof heaven

"I think youre the softest thing I've ever pet! This is amazing" they quietly mumbles

"Hi" came the deep, simple and rusty voice from the canine mouth of Lobo, staring at Quentin with his bright red eyes beneath the black hood of his poncho. He grinned, teeth flashing slightly while the wind brushed ghostly through his white fur.

He just found Quentin in the bar of Mount Ormond, leaning in the doorway, slightly leaned forward interested in the other one.

"May you want some company of the old wolf I am? I won't bite... probably." He asked with a vibrating voice.

The teenager looks in the direct on where the voice was heard. He slightly tilt his head.

"I dont mind if you join, if you bite I'll bite back bud" it chuckled. Looking into the fellows red eyes, "So where did you come from?"

"If you don't like the nickname I can find you a new one" quentin chuckled as he rest his head ontop of his knees

"One part not being able to, other part of not wanting any night terrors, you know?" he smiled slightly

"Dwight, bigman if you will, how are you? How's life?" quentin leans on the log in front of the campfire

"Do you mind staying up with me? I kinda can't sleep... Not like I really did before hand"

The teen sat on the log with his legs close to his chest and chuck a piece of firewood into the center of the already lit makeshift fireplace

(Yippee interaction! -mun)

- @sleepy-quentin

The nickname earned Quentin a snort of a laugh and a crooked grin, "Bigman?? Since when?" Dwight settled onto the long next to the teen. Leaning forward so his elbows rested on his knees, head cocked slightly. "I've been doing good, man." The more open friendly expression traded for something a little more concerned, lines etching into his brow. "What's gotcha up ? Something going one or uh- just- not able to?"