[The apology seems to come out of nowhere, seeing as Knuckle hadn't noticed the bookmark was any sort of 'apology' either. Honestly, he'd been so lost in his own thoughts and worries that he'd stopped blaming Shoot almost immediately after he started blaming him. It was his own fault for misunderstanding his own partner so much.
Shoot says a lot that he doesn't get, though, and so he puzzles on that 'sorry' instead of saying he doesn't have to be saying it. By the time the question comes up, he eagerly shoves confusion aside and grins.]
Feeling more outgoing after spending some time with me, huh? [Knuckle no..... that's not what this is at all.....] Hahaha, of course I'd like it!
[A pause, and he looks at Shoot more directly. How to phrase this straightforward without scaring the guy off...] We should get to know each other a bit more. And what's better at loosening you up than alcohol? When it goes down, words come up!
[And well, he and Morel have both learned that that's not the only thing that could come up, so.]
[Awkward moments seem to slide off Knuckle effortlessly, which Shoot appreciates. He couldn't ever be that genuine, so at least one of them has that going for them. It makes him feel a little better; he's still unsure of how to proceed with this whole... this thing, ever since it stopped being "get a drink and then go home," but he thinks he can manage.
Probably. That it's Knuckle helps; familiarity helps, even if it's still longevity over knowing each other as well as they could.
Which, well. There is that suggestion. Shoot doesn't actually look opposed to getting to know each other - it's the rest that makes him slowly look more and more hesitant. Why is this awkward? It's only Knuckle. Out of everyone, Shoot feels he can be around him the easiest.
Even with the yelling and the hovering. Pros, cons.]
You're really persistent about this... [sigh.] Alcohol isn't necessary to have a conversation.
[... And belatedly remembering this isn't an interrogation... ah, damn,] I want to go.
[He's still not understanding Shoot here. Is he convincing him, or himself? Does he really want to go, or is he trying to be nice? But why would he be nice. He scrunches his eyebrows together in thought, arms crossed tightly even with the bag over his wrist.]
Why shouldn't I be? Huh? ...After this whole damn NGL thing, I realized that I haven't really bothered to ask anything about you. I don't know a thing! [He stares at the ground now, as they walk, bothered. But well, he's far more open about this than Shoot, considering... He's willing to say this much.]
We're partners. So I was thinking, why the hell haven't I been acting like it?
[Looking up and over to Shoot, he offers something of a grin, unfolding his arms so that he can lift one fist between them. Come on, knock fists with him, do it.]
[He is trying to be nice, but it's for both of them!! Sort of! Don't ask, don't give him that look...
Shoot keeps looking at him and away again, suddenly feeling like they're having two completely different conversations. The fact that Knuckle doesn't think he acts- partner-like enough throws Shoot for a loop, truthfully. They've had their differences, but they work pretty well together when they need to get serious... Is that not-? Did he miss something crucial?
Exactly how much has he missed from behind his walls? So-] What do you mean?
[No, really. He's the one who's supposed to be mad about something, here?? He can't do anything but glance up and down between Knuckle's fist and his face, perplexed.]
[What the... Is he completely blind?! How does he not know what he means? Knuckle keeps his hand hovering between them as his mind races for a way to explain. 'I didn't give a shit about you before' 'I never really paid much attention to you' 'You've always been kind of annoying'...
THAT WASN'T ANY GOOD AT ALL.
Tensing, he shakes that hand a few times between them, willing Shoot to knock fists with him even more.]
What do ya mean, for what?! For not going out with you like this sooner! Now shut up and accept it, idiot!
[Oh, is that it? This is a little overdramatic for just that...
Shoot's expression relaxes somewhat, though he still looks slightly taken aback by this whole aside. He realizes up to a point that he's the one between the two of them who pays more attention, so he'd always thought that was just how Knuckle was - easily distracted, more drawn to people more like him than Shoot...
But how does he even put that into words? He didn't mind being ignored unless it was for training, or working? He's not proud of his bad habits.]
It's just that I didn't think you did anything wrong. [He shrugs, frowns- but okay, fine he'll give Knuckle a half-hearted fist bump with the rest of his explanation,] We're always busy.
[This is so strange... He looks at his still raised hand for a moment before dropping it stiffly back to his side and-] Knuckle— um.
[That trails off into mumbling under his own breath. He really doesn't want to explain word for word why he's feeling bad about all of this, because if Shoot's somehow not noticed, then doesn't that mean he's not hurt? And saying something could hurt him...
Maybe he can just make up for the difference quietly. Naturally. Yeah! Really smooth and everything.
He blinks, though, dropping his hand automatically after the fist bump (he doesn't even react, after all that) and frowning curiously.]
[Shoot's as satisfied by this as he can be. He's more or less past that odd fumble and on to thinking about the next one, which will be his, he's sure of it.
It's just— after all that's happened, he doesn't feel like he's been as open as he ought to be, either. His bad habits notwithstanding, of course, but as much as it would be so much easier to keep his emotions to himself and skirt any possibility of a less than positive reaction... It's unfair. This is what he's telling himself before he wimps out.
Anyway, he probably should have said it sooner—] Thank you. For getting me out of there.
[And for visiting him in the hospital, which is actually too embarrassing for him to say!!]
[Words like that, from Shoot? First, Knuckle reacts in surprise. It's the bookstore all over again, but like ten times worse. or better? The point is, after that, a grin slowly takes over his face, confident, inspired, softheartedness shining even through the way he punches his palm.]
Are you kidding?! Of course I got you outta there! [That's not enough, he decides, and reaches to wrap an arm around Shoots' shoulders, tugging him closer.] I wasn't gonna leave without you!
[He's so serious when he says that, now, but it can't even compare to his mindset back then. Abandoning the world for it... Yeah.]
You— [He starts, but gets cut off by having to stoop abruptly, thank you Knuckle. To his credit, he wasn't about to say something like You didn't have to - ah, he didn't have to drop him, though...
Still, Shoot would have done the same, if their positions had been reversed. So he'll stand here and stoop and not awkwardly pull away.]
I know that. [he. may have assumed? Thanks for punching monsters for him, too.] But I wanted to... say it myself.
[A beat. Go for gold, Shoot, another statement thrown out before he can concentrate too much on saying these things (is this friendship?? Knuckle making him talk with his big stupid grin?),] I'm glad we're partners.
[That actually completely throws him for a loop. Shoot saying anything other than the necessary that hadn't been stated already. Shoot not only doing that, but doing it kindly. To him??? Saying that he was glad they were partners?
Normally, he likes to stay tough (hah), but this hits him right in the heart.
And he looks touched. Those eyes get big, his mouth goes from surprised to grinning even despite the tears starting to form-- no, no, he's not going to cry over something so dumb! Not something so dumb as them both being glad about this partnership!]
Shoot! [Yelling his name with emotion out of nowhere is always a good idea. Closing his eyes tight, he grins wider and bumps Shoot's shoulder with his fist, now, lightly.] Of course we're partners, damn it! Of course-- Why wouldn't I be glad, too?!
[Ah, no, don't cry- don't even look crying-ish, that's going to hit him right in the emotions. Shoot is at a loss, and so soon after he finally felt a little confident in what he was saying-!]
Knuckle— [People are staring. This was already embarrassing.] Th- Thanks, uh, for agreeing.
[... He's had better lines. He makes a face, despairing, then turns it into something more determined as he reaches out to pull on Knuckle's sleeve. Not in public, this is a public street, come on.]
At least put some alcohol in your system before you start yelling on the street.
[Shit, that sounded endeared- He's just going to keep walking and not think too hard about how he's having a really good time... being stared at every few minutes by strangers.]
[Knuckle can't help but laugh at that reaction. Shoot always seems so calm at first, and then it turns out he's just as emotional?? Or weirder. It's still unclear. He claps Shoot on the back (the lower back because that's all he can reach) in his joy, rubbing at his eyes to keep them dry with his other hand.]
Hahaha, don't worry! I'll be filling up completely! It's not that far ahead, now. [HE'S ALREADY GOT TOASTS LINED UP don't you worry.]
Let's let loose and take it easy!
[You can assume, also, that when they do get there, Knuckle cheerfully ushers Shoot in and demands a couple of bar stools in the "best spot". So, in the middle of everything. It's such a cheesy place, too.]
[He's not weird-!! Yeah he is. But Knuckle is always more embarrassing, crying like this in public...
Shoot sighs, punctuated by letting go of his sleeve and continuing to walk. So, a good sigh? It's hard to tell when he's actually in a good mood given his perpetually grumpy face, but most likely good.
He'll need the sighs of shame for when the toasts start coming out. Being put front and center at the bar is not what he would have chosen, and he almost objects on the grounds of this being his day, but Knuckle's already made a scene and so they're obligated to keep their good seats...
Well, here they are. Shoot sits slightly hunched over, fiddling with an abandoned coaster with the bar's logo on it. Soooo...]
[Knuckle looks like the most offensive words in the world have just been uttered to him. He was cheerfully looking over the list of drinks and assortment of things behind the bartender up until that. Now he has to shoot Shoot (heh) a stare and lean in closer.
He presses his finger into the counter top, repeating that motion a few times as he speaks.]
You're always doing that! But listen here, it's your day, right? [There he goes.] 'Just a beer' isn't letting loose. More than that, 'I'm fine' isn't having fun! Pick something that sounds like you'd enjoy it!
[Grumbling that out, he turns back to the assortment of drinks and tries to look busy. Beer... that's so boring. Beer?? He likes beer too, but it's different if they're going out somewhere like this! At least get something with a fancy name! Try a couple of drinks!
He can't figure Shoot out. He stares down at the coaster that rolls his way, flattening it with his finger.]
Okay, if you're going to order more, then it's fine. [That sounds less forced and pathetic. Maybe.] Then I'll start with beer, too! Wheat beer. [He has to make it different somehow, apparently.]
[What's wrong with beer?? He doesn't know how to order half the drinks on the menu here without being really embarrassed. What is a "SEX WITH AN ALLIGATOR," emphatic capital letters included?
Knuckle, he can't. He really can't. If it's not a drink someone's reserved-but-still-hip-like-the-kids grandpa would order, he can't. The definitely troubled look he gives the list of drinks right about now makes that pretty clear. Seedy (and non-seedy) bars were hesitantly somewhat within his comfort zone until he had to acknowledge SEX WITH AN ALLIGATOR.]
It's not any fun when you're moody. [Knuckle is the moody one, pass it on.
Anyway he's going to make Exciting Conversation,] So, what were you up to this morning?
[He snaps that, so there goes any chance of believing that statement. He gives the bartender their order for now (since Shoot's shy or something, hell if he gets it) and then turns back to Shoot.
This lasts for about half of a second before he's looking away suspiciously.]
Huh? Why do you care about that... Doesn't matter anyway. [STOP BRINGING IT UP] Errands! I was doing errands, alright?
there's nothing i can say here that wouldn't shame me even more
[Yes they are. He leaves that shout as the last thing in the air for a good few seconds before he relaxes in his seat, closing his eyes in focus. He probably just looks like he's either nervous about something or about to burst out in emotion.]
Groceries, household supplies... The usual stuff! [A long pause in which he debates if leaving out things is unfair to getting to know each other.
Sigh.]
There was this lost dog, okay, and it wouldn't leave me alone! So I had to find the owner!
[It's amazing just how many animals and children just won't leave Knuckle alone. It must have nothing to do with him at all. A series of coincidences that all happen to involve Knuckle's heart being the size of a house.
Shoot pauses, then with a similar thought that maybe not saying what he honestly thinks is unfair,] You don't have to be embarrassed...
[Is that-? Will that just embarrass him even more? Then, adding quickly,] There's nothing wrong with it, I mean. You can just ask me not to tell anyone.
[... Anyone else, woops he did tell Gon that one time.]
[What a liar. He slams his hands on the counter, just in time for their drinks to arrive.] Don't tell anyone, but it's not because I'm embarrassed! They'll all get the wrong idea! It's just that I wanted to get rid of him!
[He's just going to take his beer and chug it now, don't mind him.]
[For god's sake- He's about to object again, but then- no. Later, when Knuckle is crying and making speeches and toasting with his beer.
Which he anticipates and dreads.]
Okay. Okay, I won't tell. I promise.
[How's that? While he sips his beer like a normal person. And then puts it down in order to casually reach over and take his stolen coaster back. Re-steal? It's his now, is the point.
Seconds pass. Dangerously close to a full minute passes.
... What should he say now? Something- indicative of wanting to make this work, maybe-?] Can I come with you next time?
[bury him]
all these icons I made and they're all too intense
[That question actually makes him choke on his beer. Give him about a minute to recover, slamming the glass on the counter and hunching over it as he coughs and rubs at his mouth with an arm.
When he sits up again and stares over, he looks baffled.]
You... You want to go with me? [Let him just get over this first.]
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Shoot says a lot that he doesn't get, though, and so he puzzles on that 'sorry' instead of saying he doesn't have to be saying it. By the time the question comes up, he eagerly shoves confusion aside and grins.]
Feeling more outgoing after spending some time with me, huh? [Knuckle no..... that's not what this is at all.....] Hahaha, of course I'd like it!
[A pause, and he looks at Shoot more directly. How to phrase this straightforward without scaring the guy off...] We should get to know each other a bit more. And what's better at loosening you up than alcohol? When it goes down, words come up!
[And well, he and Morel have both learned that that's not the only thing that could come up, so.]
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Probably. That it's Knuckle helps; familiarity helps, even if it's still longevity over knowing each other as well as they could.
Which, well. There is that suggestion. Shoot doesn't actually look opposed to getting to know each other - it's the rest that makes him slowly look more and more hesitant. Why is this awkward? It's only Knuckle. Out of everyone, Shoot feels he can be around him the easiest.
Even with the yelling and the hovering. Pros, cons.]
You're really persistent about this... [sigh.] Alcohol isn't necessary to have a conversation.
[... And belatedly remembering this isn't an interrogation... ah, damn,] I want to go.
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Why shouldn't I be? Huh? ...After this whole damn NGL thing, I realized that I haven't really bothered to ask anything about you. I don't know a thing! [He stares at the ground now, as they walk, bothered. But well, he's far more open about this than Shoot, considering... He's willing to say this much.]
We're partners. So I was thinking, why the hell haven't I been acting like it?
[Looking up and over to Shoot, he offers something of a grin, unfolding his arms so that he can lift one fist between them. Come on, knock fists with him, do it.]
Shoot. Will you forgive me?
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Shoot keeps looking at him and away again, suddenly feeling like they're having two completely different conversations. The fact that Knuckle doesn't think he acts- partner-like enough throws Shoot for a loop, truthfully. They've had their differences, but they work pretty well together when they need to get serious... Is that not-? Did he miss something crucial?
Exactly how much has he missed from behind his walls? So-] What do you mean?
[No, really. He's the one who's supposed to be mad about something, here?? He can't do anything but glance up and down between Knuckle's fist and his face, perplexed.]
Forgive you for what?
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[What the... Is he completely blind?! How does he not know what he means? Knuckle keeps his hand hovering between them as his mind races for a way to explain. 'I didn't give a shit about you before' 'I never really paid much attention to you' 'You've always been kind of annoying'...
THAT WASN'T ANY GOOD AT ALL.
Tensing, he shakes that hand a few times between them, willing Shoot to knock fists with him even more.]
What do ya mean, for what?! For not going out with you like this sooner! Now shut up and accept it, idiot!
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Shoot's expression relaxes somewhat, though he still looks slightly taken aback by this whole aside. He realizes up to a point that he's the one between the two of them who pays more attention, so he'd always thought that was just how Knuckle was - easily distracted, more drawn to people more like him than Shoot...
But how does he even put that into words? He didn't mind being ignored unless it was for training, or working? He's not proud of his bad habits.]
It's just that I didn't think you did anything wrong. [He shrugs, frowns- but okay, fine he'll give Knuckle a half-hearted fist bump with the rest of his explanation,] We're always busy.
[This is so strange... He looks at his still raised hand for a moment before dropping it stiffly back to his side and-] Knuckle— um.
[fffffuck]
wait I misread
[That trails off into mumbling under his own breath. He really doesn't want to explain word for word why he's feeling bad about all of this, because if Shoot's somehow not noticed, then doesn't that mean he's not hurt? And saying something could hurt him...
Maybe he can just make up for the difference quietly. Naturally. Yeah! Really smooth and everything.
He blinks, though, dropping his hand automatically after the fist bump (he doesn't even react, after all that) and frowning curiously.]
Huh? Yeah, what?
how dare
It's just— after all that's happened, he doesn't feel like he's been as open as he ought to be, either. His bad habits notwithstanding, of course, but as much as it would be so much easier to keep his emotions to himself and skirt any possibility of a less than positive reaction... It's unfair. This is what he's telling himself before he wimps out.
Anyway, he probably should have said it sooner—] Thank you. For getting me out of there.
[And for visiting him in the hospital, which is actually too embarrassing for him to say!!]
words are hard ok
Are you kidding?! Of course I got you outta there! [That's not enough, he decides, and reaches to wrap an arm around Shoots' shoulders, tugging him closer.] I wasn't gonna leave without you!
[He's so serious when he says that, now, but it can't even compare to his mindset back then. Abandoning the world for it... Yeah.]
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Still, Shoot would have done the same, if their positions had been reversed. So he'll stand here and stoop and not awkwardly pull away.]
I know that. [he. may have assumed? Thanks for punching monsters for him, too.] But I wanted to... say it myself.
[A beat. Go for gold, Shoot, another statement thrown out before he can concentrate too much on saying these things (is this friendship?? Knuckle making him talk with his big stupid grin?),] I'm glad we're partners.
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Normally, he likes to stay tough (hah), but this hits him right in the heart.
And he looks touched. Those eyes get big, his mouth goes from surprised to grinning even despite the tears starting to form-- no, no, he's not going to cry over something so dumb! Not something so dumb as them both being glad about this partnership!]
Shoot! [Yelling his name with emotion out of nowhere is always a good idea. Closing his eyes tight, he grins wider and bumps Shoot's shoulder with his fist, now, lightly.] Of course we're partners, damn it! Of course-- Why wouldn't I be glad, too?!
[Ah, he's getting embarrassing.]
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Knuckle— [People are staring. This was already embarrassing.] Th- Thanks, uh, for agreeing.
[... He's had better lines. He makes a face, despairing, then turns it into something more determined as he reaches out to pull on Knuckle's sleeve. Not in public, this is a public street, come on.]
At least put some alcohol in your system before you start yelling on the street.
[Shit, that sounded endeared- He's just going to keep walking and not think too hard about how he's having a really good time... being stared at every few minutes by strangers.]
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Hahaha, don't worry! I'll be filling up completely! It's not that far ahead, now. [HE'S ALREADY GOT TOASTS LINED UP don't you worry.]
Let's let loose and take it easy!
[You can assume, also, that when they do get there, Knuckle cheerfully ushers Shoot in and demands a couple of bar stools in the "best spot". So, in the middle of everything. It's such a cheesy place, too.]
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Shoot sighs, punctuated by letting go of his sleeve and continuing to walk. So, a good sigh? It's hard to tell when he's actually in a good mood given his perpetually grumpy face, but most likely good.
He'll need the sighs of shame for when the toasts start coming out. Being put front and center at the bar is not what he would have chosen, and he almost objects on the grounds of this being his day, but Knuckle's already made a scene and so they're obligated to keep their good seats...
Well, here they are. Shoot sits slightly hunched over, fiddling with an abandoned coaster with the bar's logo on it. Soooo...]
I'm fine with just a beer.
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[Knuckle looks like the most offensive words in the world have just been uttered to him. He was cheerfully looking over the list of drinks and assortment of things behind the bartender up until that. Now he has to shoot Shoot (heh) a stare and lean in closer.
He presses his finger into the counter top, repeating that motion a few times as he speaks.]
You're always doing that! But listen here, it's your day, right? [There he goes.] 'Just a beer' isn't letting loose. More than that, 'I'm fine' isn't having fun! Pick something that sounds like you'd enjoy it!
I'm so early to work this is what I've chosen
I can order another drink later. [See, he even has this coaster.]
If I'm not having fun, you'll be the first to know. I like beer.
[Well, he could take or leave beer, but Knuckle!! Shoot sort of... rolls the coaster at him, very defiantly.]
Stop worrying about it.
putting up with phone tagging is truly a trial
[Grumbling that out, he turns back to the assortment of drinks and tries to look busy. Beer... that's so boring. Beer?? He likes beer too, but it's different if they're going out somewhere like this! At least get something with a fancy name! Try a couple of drinks!
He can't figure Shoot out. He stares down at the coaster that rolls his way, flattening it with his finger.]
Okay, if you're going to order more, then it's fine. [That sounds less forced and pathetic. Maybe.] Then I'll start with beer, too! Wheat beer. [He has to make it different somehow, apparently.]
verily
Knuckle, he can't. He really can't. If it's not a drink someone's reserved-but-still-hip-like-the-kids grandpa would order, he can't. The definitely troubled look he gives the list of drinks right about now makes that pretty clear. Seedy (and non-seedy) bars were hesitantly somewhat within his comfort zone until he had to acknowledge SEX WITH AN ALLIGATOR.]
It's not any fun when you're moody. [Knuckle is the moody one, pass it on.
Anyway he's going to make Exciting Conversation,] So, what were you up to this morning?
SEX WITH AN ALLIGATOR
[He snaps that, so there goes any chance of believing that statement. He gives the bartender their order for now (since Shoot's shy or something, hell if he gets it) and then turns back to Shoot.
This lasts for about half of a second before he's looking away suspiciously.]
Huh? Why do you care about that... Doesn't matter anyway. [STOP BRINGING IT UP] Errands! I was doing errands, alright?
there's nothing i can say here that wouldn't shame me even more
What is it now? If he had eyebrows, he'd raise them in both surprise and some vague sense of irritation, stop being so defensive.]
I'm— just talking to you. You wanted to get to know each other, so-? Are your errands a secret?
[HUMOR HIM?]
cackles
[Yes they are. He leaves that shout as the last thing in the air for a good few seconds before he relaxes in his seat, closing his eyes in focus. He probably just looks like he's either nervous about something or about to burst out in emotion.]
Groceries, household supplies... The usual stuff! [A long pause in which he debates if leaving out things is unfair to getting to know each other.
Sigh.]
There was this lost dog, okay, and it wouldn't leave me alone! So I had to find the owner!
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Shoot pauses, then with a similar thought that maybe not saying what he honestly thinks is unfair,] You don't have to be embarrassed...
[Is that-? Will that just embarrass him even more? Then, adding quickly,] There's nothing wrong with it, I mean. You can just ask me not to tell anyone.
[... Anyone else, woops he did tell Gon that one time.]
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[What a liar. He slams his hands on the counter, just in time for their drinks to arrive.] Don't tell anyone, but it's not because I'm embarrassed! They'll all get the wrong idea! It's just that I wanted to get rid of him!
[He's just going to take his beer and chug it now, don't mind him.]
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Which he anticipates and dreads.]
Okay. Okay, I won't tell. I promise.
[How's that? While he sips his beer like a normal person. And then puts it down in order to casually reach over and take his stolen coaster back. Re-steal? It's his now, is the point.
Seconds pass. Dangerously close to a full minute passes.
... What should he say now? Something- indicative of wanting to make this work, maybe-?] Can I come with you next time?
[bury him]
all these icons I made and they're all too intense
When he sits up again and stares over, he looks baffled.]
You... You want to go with me? [Let him just get over this first.]
mine are all the same angrysad face, i get you
Grips shoulder
describes shoot not being sad or angry, icon still mildly panicked
lFMLDFGMDSF HAHAHA sounds legit tbh
i could hit random icon and it wouldn't make a difference
meanwhile if I did that he'd be WAY TOO ANGRY
gdi knuckle
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emerges from 1999 hell for one last tag
imagine knuckleshoot 1999
oh my god
rip knuckleshoot
imagine knuckle's triangle
a cool ranch dorito instead of original flavor
chOKES cool ranch is a great flavor dorito so that's acceptable
i've never had doritos but i probably wouldn't like them, hmm
ehHHH they're ok
tostitos on the other hand
i forgot those are a thing
what the fuck
shut up
ok
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this took me half an hour, fuck me, fuck this good omens thing
but you survived
barely.....everything is so much more british now
LMFLDSGgdsfg ah you're lost I see
probably yes, but in a brit way
jesus
stop this loser
nope encourages it
nooo stop
never
i'm being oppressed...........
no you're... being dramatic!!!
look at everyone i play tho, i have no choice
you have a point and I'm using this icon bc it's hilarious
moment of silence for me almost tagging this with illumi
knuckle stares in horror, asks if he changed his hairstyle
is that really the biggest concern knuckle
look he's had alcohol too
that's no excuse
shhhhHHH
oh
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i can't believe this is the tag that christens this rare smiling icon, loud sigh
AMAZING I'm so proud of myself
this is horrible LMAO ADULTS... GROWN MEN
GROWN MEN CHILDREN
goodbye knuckle
rip both of them
how is it getting dweebier
because it's them
you're an enabler
I always enable knuckleshoot being dweebs, more neutral icons will come eventually sIGHS
is knuckle ever neutral
in the rare moments between his 50 expressions in a row
that one's kind of neutral
KIND OF??? it's so serious tho
i hate them both
LAUGHS
i have no icon of laughter, joy is dead
shoot is allergic to joy
this is why he only watches knuckle play with dogs
yes can't touch them lest he break out in a rash of happiness
a true tragedy
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lamenting my icons part 8967
laughs at despite my own
very serious naps
they're serious about everything
truer words never spoken
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"ash your shipping is so obvious" SHUT UP I DO WHAT I WANT
i'm right here with you
g o o d
descends into ship hell
yes welcome cackles and plays shippy music
aaaaaaaaAAAAA
C:
falls to knees
yes, suffer
i always do
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WHAT DID I DO TO YOU HTML
you must have done something
i've angered a god somewhere
clearly
whatever i'm using this COOL ICON
Ah yes he's so cool i can't look away
when you say that with that icon
did it convey my completely honest feelings
maybe....
smiles
i'm dyin
god these nerds
i can't deny i've faked reading a book in that exact way, also forces shoot to look casual for once
haven't we all faked reading a book in this way, YES SHOOT LOOK CASUAL
i'm pretty sure i faked my way through all of anne of green gables that way
lFDSMGLDSFGMDF gpoy me, except with all my lit books
oh.... my parents made me read anne of green gables... stares at hands
stares at you........
i sat there for hours and just pretended to read, idk why i thought this was a good idea
HAHAHAHA look the younger you are the harder it is to think about wtf you're doing shit for
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