A picture of @unovasgambler is placed on the center of the table.
“I know it’s important to make an iconic image for yourself, but that hair is wild.”
“I think it makes him look bad ass.”
“I hope he loses the mustard suit.”
“When you’re as cool as Grimsley, you can wear whatever you want.”
“Personally, I’m a fan.”
“We have some work to do if we ever wanna be that cool.”
“Gatz? You’re being quieter than usual.”
“He has... a very powerful ally. I’d be careful around him. You don’t want to summon the mustache.”
“I’m... I’m gonna pretend that makes sense.”
@unovasgambler challenges the summit
VS Elite Four Grimsley
What kind of writing partners do you tend to merge well with? Do you like people who communicate, or more impulsive personalities?
I think I really do enjoy people who communicate with me the most. Especially when you’re uncertain about some topics or ideas floating around, it’s always great that you can speak with someone and work the kinks out of plans or plotting.
As for the kind of writing partners I merge well with? Some that deal with my shenanigans? Joking aside, folks that are open about things or even have similar likes in specific fandoms tend to have me gravitate towards them more. If that makes sense.
@unovasgambler asked: 🔶- Favorite color(s)?
Getting to know you Questions for the Mun!
Text post clownery || @unovasgambler @unovasrose @sumofn @coltonmuses
"Hey....hypothetically speaking what's the worst thing someone would have to of done for you to hate them?"
Karen asked seemingly out of nowhere. The two dark type elites were taking an easy day. They'd done some training, but overall Karen was wiped out from a slew of challengers which prompted the more relaxed movie day. In the spot of her room that was under the lofted area was what she called the cave. It was a horseshoe design with a Tv, piles of pillows on the ground, and padded benches built in the wall. Honestly a solid place to flop, and enjoy a good movie. Well that or nap as even Garnet was spent enough from battling to nap on one of the benches with the murkrow nestled between the horns on her head to sleep. Drake was in his favorite spot flopped across Karen's lap enjoying the overly gushy romance movie they were watching.
Karen was petting his head in a steady rhythm, and hadn't looked at Grimsley when she asked. Simply asked the question as she watched. I mean she thought it was a good way to break the ice. She'd been wanting to maybe tell him everything for awhile now, but they never seemed to have a pause to do so. Besides asking what the worst thing was seemed....normal...ish? Hm, ok not so much when saying it aloud.