I'm taller than you. [As much sense as that makes as an argument. He might be spindly, but he's also obnoxiously tall, so that- is why?? Stop mathing him. And he's glad to get his feet back on the ground, as much as that makes him kind of dizzy as well - he has to hold onto Knuckle's collar still, urgh.
It sure would be nice if he could move much by himself without faceplanting onto the floor right now! Please leave him on a couch, he'll stare meaningfully at one as soon as they hobble inside.]
[RUDE??? But anger hardly seems to last, right now, and he ushers them inside and shuts the door sloppily. Luckily for Shoot, they are headed right for the couch.
Unfortunately for Shoot, Knuckle kind of drops him onto it. It's an accident. He's busy looking around the apartment.]
Hey, wait a second, where's Mel... Meleoron? [Does he live with them?? Or just hang out??? It's a mystery but Knuckle thought he'd be here and he hasn't popped out yet.]
[Point for the couch, immediately withdrawn for dropping him. Shoot lands with an oof, and while it's a very uncomfortable few seconds after that while he adjusts to falling gracelessly, he manages to get himself totally upright.
And where is Mel-meleoron, good question... Shoot looks around as much as he can, half-heartedly and from the couch.]
He must not be here. [Why would he hide from them, after all. They're pals!! He cries as much as they do!] Are we waiting for him?
Not a chance! [Snooze you lose! Maybe he's off meeting lizard ladies, they just don't know. So, grabbing the remote from wherever it's shoved, he squeezes himself onto the couch beside Shoot. Maybe too close. He's misjudged personal space here.]
It's his loss for running off! Let's see heeeeere... [I'll have you know he's rolling all his r's.] Horror and action, horror and action... Hey, do you know any like that?
[How many lizard ladies are out there?? Shoot hums, and doesn't actually object to being stuck to on the couch. Ordinarily he might object to continuously bumping into Knuckle, but it's sort of-
and he definitely won't be saying this out loud-
it's sort of helping him ignore how out of it he feels the exact way being carried around the building didn't. It's okay- it's just fine, in fact.
On the other hand, he's not paying any attention to the movie selection at all until he's prompted.]
Um- no, I don't think so. [He almost follows that with "try something with monsters," buuut maybe not, after NGL. No. Instead,] Try something with... killers?
Killers... [He laughs, for some reason, pulling up the menu to type in some search words. He'd probably have some fancy program like this, so.] Killers are pretty common.
[From the results that all just popped up, yes, thank you. He leans into Shoot a little, nudging at him with the remote before pointing back to the screen.]
Hey, look at this poster. [For the movie on screen, which is showcasing a woman covered in blood, with long black hair, wielding about six knives at once.] It's Palm.
i can't believe this is the tag that christens this rare smiling icon, loud sigh
[Ah yes, Hunter OnDemand, like Hunter Google. Shoot is content to sit there because he thinks his suggestion was really good, thanks, and it's a testament to how out of it he is that he thinks that at all.
It was great...]
Hm? [He stopped paying attention again, but- 'It's Palm.' By some miracle, Shoot actually laughs; it's a sort of wheeze, into his hand as he tries to make it sound like a cough, but he sure did just laugh. At Palm's expense, ah.]
[This sounds creepy, but he's laughing between descriptions, leaning on Shoot even more as he slaps his knee.] Look, she attacks multiple victims in her jealousy! Let's watch this one!
[He's trying to hold back his laughter, because she might be looking through her crystal ball and be ready to kill them, but he can't. And so he resorts to shaking horribly in place and turning away from Shoot to bury himself in the couch pillows instead.
He is gone, he is so gone. Laughing and out of control.]
[No, don't leave him here, he has nothing to look at but that poster still on the screen. He laugh-wheezes one last time before leaning over slightly to tug on Knuckle again. He has the remote...!]
[He wiggles and sits up, holding the remote high and to the side (well, high for him) with a laugh.] I've got to see this one! Look, this other guy looks like our Master--!
[He's choking, he can't take this. And the guy he thinks looks like Morel is just a huge buff old dude with a tiny pipe. It was hard to notice at first, but he's with a line of faces at the bottom. So.]
[The other guy looks like-? Shoot stops his half-hearted swiping for the remote and looks.
Well, the guy doesn't really look like Morel, but there's enough alcohol in his system to make him think he really does, a lot, which only revitalizes his quest to get that remote.]
What if he comes in-? [You know, because someone here did just get out of the hospital today and visitors wouldn't be unheard of. They can't be watching Palm stab Morel to death!!
And this is the moment Shoot desperately misses the remote and falls over Knuckle's lap. Yep, this is as embarrassing as it was the other way around in the cab...]
[He's going to hold it out of the way in every way he can, despite his height, and luckily, Shoot falls over at a perfect time. Knuckle laughs uproariously again, leaning over Shoot there without a care in the world.
Stay squashed then, fool, he's got the remote safe like this!!]
There's no way he'll notice unless we point it out! Except for... Palm... Hahahaha!
[Shoot needs a moment to sort out why he just tried to push himself back up, but suddenly couldn't... Oh, it's Knuckle doing something weird!! He's less concerned about the movie now, turning his head so he's- still squished, but frowning sideways up at Knuckle. Add "sore neck" to his list of ailments.]
I can't see from here.
[yes
that is the problem]
I always enable knuckleshoot being dweebs, more neutral icons will come eventually sIGHS
[Because he's still laughing, and he's still staying right here for a few more seconds. By the time he's finish, he sits back in the couch and clutches the remote to his chest, to shield it from any further attempts.]
This isn't my fault- [He objects, finally able to push himself back up to sitting by the last word. If he digs the heel of his hand into Knuckle's leg just to be a jerk, it's mostly because he's too drunk to care.
And a little bit of the other thing. Now he glances between Knuckle and the TV a few times, as if deciding whether or not he should try to get the remote anyway... He decides to take a third option, standing up abruptly - wobbling, then shuffling his way carefully to the tiny loser kitchenette.
He stumbles only a little on the way, and then looks over the tiny loser dividing counter and simply states:] Snacks.
[snacks will save him from being embarrassed on the couch (for five minutes)]
Do you want chips?
in the rare moments between his 50 expressions in a row
[He's still frowning about the hand digging into his leg when Shoot moves to the 'kitchen' for snacks. Hooking his elbows over the back of the couch, he leans back, tilting his head back too to try and steal a glance.]
Hey, don't fall over. I don't want to have to get up and pick you up. [That's a good, friendly reason to say that.]
Yeah, bring over some chips! The spicy ones. [Whatever they're called, he forgets right now.] Then I'll start the movie.
[He earned it, sorry not sorry. Shoot looks at him flatly for a beat, then says as he turns to get a... bowl or something, for chips,] I won't pick up the couch if you tip it over.
[Spicy chips, spicy chips... Honestly, he's grabbing the first bag he sees to dump some into the very nice plastic party bowl they have for some reason, as if they have company besides Morel, ever. There's a moment he stares at the bag and wonders what to do with it - like, considering he only has one hand and is too drunk to be articulate with nen - then just uses his teeth to rip it open. One comment on this and he swears, these chips will be in Knuckle's hair.
He makes it back to the couch without stumbling or throwing chips everywhere and balances the bowl in his lap (because Knuckle is hogging the remote, ergo - the mature compromise). One last effort:]
[Apparently chips are a fair trade for the remote. He offers it to Shoot all while leaning over and taking a handful of chips straight out from the bowl in his lap. Thanks for being a bowl-holder, buddy.]
You get three chances to impress me! If I don't like it, we're going back to this one.
[Excuse him, these are Shoot's chips. Not that he makes any move to stop him- just don't knock the bowl over, because he's taking the remote and not holding onto said bowl at all.]
Well... okay. [He'll try to find some scary action movies that don't star Palm in her awkward phase, for sure.
The result is Shoot, frowning at the TV as he scrolls endlessly through the movie selection and reads every word of every description, just to be sure he doesn't miss any good ones. This goes on for a good two or three minutes before he stops at one that doesn't give anything away from the poster except for- water? There's a hand underwater, someone probably drowns at some point.
Maybe not the most action-packed film of all time, but shh.] How about this?
[He doesn't knock the bowl over, but he does nearly knock the bowl over. Some clumsy recovery goes on before he leans back again, shoving chips into his mouth and staring as Shoot scans through various movies.
When he stops on this one, Knuckle can only look baffled. Confused, like he might be missing something, he leans forward and squints, shoving the rest of his handful of chips into his mouth.]
Huh? What's this, swim class? [Yes, clearly, Knuckle, it is swim class. He gestures at the TV.] That doesn't look like horror action!
[Wow, sorry no one they know has a lookalike in this movie. Shoot looks at him briefly like he's a little personally offended at the criticism, then gestures at the screen with the remote as if that helps explain.]
It's someone drowning, are you blind? It says right there, 'A woman is haunted by visions of drowning and memories that aren't hers.'
[Yeah, there is no action in this film, this is definitely just a ghost movie. Maybe Knuckle will buy it anyway-!! (Dream big, Shoot.)]
[Someone drowning. Memories that aren't hers? So she was invading someone's privacy? That's horrible! He doesn't want to watch something like that! And on top of that, there wasn't any sign of fighting!]
That just sounds depressing! Move on to another one. Two more tries.
this is why he only watches knuckle play with dogs
But- [He thought it was interesting! It took him 3 whole minutes to reject a dozen movies and stop on this one, and everything. But he only sighs, looking back at his endless scrolling with less intense concentration than before. He'll maybe read only the first line of descriptions now, because
he is sulking? Ah? Eventually,]
This one? [UNENTHUSED... it probably looks more punchy than the last one, he doesn't know!!]
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I'm taller than you. [As much sense as that makes as an argument. He might be spindly, but he's also obnoxiously tall, so that- is why?? Stop mathing him. And he's glad to get his feet back on the ground, as much as that makes him kind of dizzy as well - he has to hold onto Knuckle's collar still, urgh.
It sure would be nice if he could move much by himself without faceplanting onto the floor right now! Please leave him on a couch, he'll stare meaningfully at one as soon as they hobble inside.]
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[RUDE??? But anger hardly seems to last, right now, and he ushers them inside and shuts the door sloppily. Luckily for Shoot, they are headed right for the couch.
Unfortunately for Shoot, Knuckle kind of drops him onto it. It's an accident. He's busy looking around the apartment.]
Hey, wait a second, where's Mel... Meleoron? [Does he live with them?? Or just hang out??? It's a mystery but Knuckle thought he'd be here and he hasn't popped out yet.]
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And where is Mel-meleoron, good question... Shoot looks around as much as he can, half-heartedly and from the couch.]
He must not be here. [Why would he hide from them, after all. They're pals!! He cries as much as they do!] Are we waiting for him?
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It's his loss for running off! Let's see heeeeere... [I'll have you know he's rolling all his r's.] Horror and action, horror and action... Hey, do you know any like that?
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and he definitely won't be saying this out loud-
it's sort of helping him ignore how out of it he feels the exact way being carried around the building didn't. It's okay- it's just fine, in fact.
On the other hand, he's not paying any attention to the movie selection at all until he's prompted.]
Um- no, I don't think so. [He almost follows that with "try something with monsters," buuut maybe not, after NGL. No. Instead,] Try something with... killers?
[or pick a title at random and pray, but]
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[From the results that all just popped up, yes, thank you. He leans into Shoot a little, nudging at him with the remote before pointing back to the screen.]
Hey, look at this poster. [For the movie on screen, which is showcasing a woman covered in blood, with long black hair, wielding about six knives at once.] It's Palm.
i can't believe this is the tag that christens this rare smiling icon, loud sigh
It was great...]
Hm? [He stopped paying attention again, but- 'It's Palm.' By some miracle, Shoot actually laughs; it's a sort of wheeze, into his hand as he tries to make it sound like a cough, but he sure did just laugh. At Palm's expense, ah.]
She's going to know you said that, somehow.
AMAZING I'm so proud of myself
[This sounds creepy, but he's laughing between descriptions, leaning on Shoot even more as he slaps his knee.] Look, she attacks multiple victims in her jealousy! Let's watch this one!
this is horrible LMAO ADULTS... GROWN MEN
That's not- not funny! [help] That doesn't even look like her.
[don't say it, Shoot, don't stoop to that brute level-] Not anymore.
GROWN MEN CHILDREN
He is gone, he is so gone. Laughing and out of control.]
goodbye knuckle
Knuckle- you need to pick something else-
rip both of them
[He wiggles and sits up, holding the remote high and to the side (well, high for him) with a laugh.] I've got to see this one! Look, this other guy looks like our Master--!
[He's choking, he can't take this. And the guy he thinks looks like Morel is just a huge buff old dude with a tiny pipe. It was hard to notice at first, but he's with a line of faces at the bottom. So.]
how is it getting dweebier
Well, the guy doesn't really look like Morel, but there's enough alcohol in his system to make him think he really does, a lot, which only revitalizes his quest to get that remote.]
What if he comes in-? [You know, because someone here did just get out of the hospital today and visitors wouldn't be unheard of. They can't be watching Palm stab Morel to death!!
And this is the moment Shoot desperately misses the remote and falls over Knuckle's lap. Yep, this is as embarrassing as it was the other way around in the cab...]
because it's them
Stay squashed then, fool, he's got the remote safe like this!!]
There's no way he'll notice unless we point it out! Except for... Palm... Hahahaha!
you're an enabler
I can't see from here.
[yes
that is the problem]
I always enable knuckleshoot being dweebs, more neutral icons will come eventually sIGHS
[Because he's still laughing, and he's still staying right here for a few more seconds. By the time he's finish, he sits back in the couch and clutches the remote to his chest, to shield it from any further attempts.]
Look... Look, Shoot. No one will know but us!
is knuckle ever neutral
And a little bit of the other thing. Now he glances between Knuckle and the TV a few times, as if deciding whether or not he should try to get the remote anyway... He decides to take a third option, standing up abruptly - wobbling, then shuffling his way carefully to the tiny loser kitchenette.
He stumbles only a little on the way, and then looks over the tiny loser dividing counter and simply states:] Snacks.
[snacks will save him from being embarrassed on the couch (for five minutes)]
Do you want chips?
in the rare moments between his 50 expressions in a row
Hey, don't fall over. I don't want to have to get up and pick you up. [That's a good, friendly reason to say that.]
Yeah, bring over some chips! The spicy ones. [Whatever they're called, he forgets right now.] Then I'll start the movie.
that one's kind of neutral
[Spicy chips, spicy chips... Honestly, he's grabbing the first bag he sees to dump some into the very nice plastic party bowl they have for some reason, as if they have company besides Morel, ever. There's a moment he stares at the bag and wonders what to do with it - like, considering he only has one hand and is too drunk to be articulate with nen - then just uses his teeth to rip it open. One comment on this and he swears, these chips will be in Knuckle's hair.
He makes it back to the couch without stumbling or throwing chips everywhere and balances the bowl in his lap (because Knuckle is hogging the remote, ergo - the mature compromise). One last effort:]
You're really set on this movie?
KIND OF??? it's so serious tho
[Apparently chips are a fair trade for the remote. He offers it to Shoot all while leaning over and taking a handful of chips straight out from the bowl in his lap. Thanks for being a bowl-holder, buddy.]
You get three chances to impress me! If I don't like it, we're going back to this one.
i hate them both
Well... okay. [He'll try to find some scary action movies that don't star Palm in her awkward phase, for sure.
The result is Shoot, frowning at the TV as he scrolls endlessly through the movie selection and reads every word of every description, just to be sure he doesn't miss any good ones. This goes on for a good two or three minutes before he stops at one that doesn't give anything away from the poster except for- water? There's a hand underwater, someone probably drowns at some point.
Maybe not the most action-packed film of all time, but shh.] How about this?
LAUGHS
When he stops on this one, Knuckle can only look baffled. Confused, like he might be missing something, he leans forward and squints, shoving the rest of his handful of chips into his mouth.]
Huh? What's this, swim class? [Yes, clearly, Knuckle, it is swim class. He gestures at the TV.] That doesn't look like horror action!
i have no icon of laughter, joy is dead
It's someone drowning, are you blind? It says right there, 'A woman is haunted by visions of drowning and memories that aren't hers.'
[Yeah, there is no action in this film, this is definitely just a ghost movie. Maybe Knuckle will buy it anyway-!! (Dream big, Shoot.)]
That's- that's horror.
shoot is allergic to joy
That just sounds depressing! Move on to another one. Two more tries.
this is why he only watches knuckle play with dogs
But- [He thought it was interesting! It took him 3 whole minutes to reject a dozen movies and stop on this one, and everything. But he only sighs, looking back at his endless scrolling with less intense concentration than before. He'll maybe read only the first line of descriptions now, because
he is sulking? Ah? Eventually,]
This one? [UNENTHUSED... it probably looks more punchy than the last one, he doesn't know!!]
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
they didn't catch me is the real joke
well that just makes you a pro
hmmmmmm
it's true!!! I am an expert on pros
a pro x pro?
im lEAVING
you started it
I DIDNT ASK FOR THIS
i think you did
shoves you over
goodbye
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random icon pls don't be too angry
laughin at ur icons
SHUT UP.... I have a paid again now but no neutrals, oNE DAY
continues to laugh
i cant believe I typed your instead of youre
shh no one will ever know
I WILL.... in my heart
look away....
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uses this icon forever I guess
talks to the back of his head forever i guess
pretty much. in this tag, knuckle is too emotional from reading twilight
that's only a little bit superlame
together they're full superlame
the comment count is 326.... the hands still have not touched... rations are low.....
the sun hasn't risen in 4 days..... hope is dead........ knuckle is crying somewhere
chimera ant arc tbh
ah it's true
it all returns to chimera ants
you're not wrong
as it should be, stares into camera
kite is dead
what the fuck you come into my house you tell me kite is dead on this the day of my son's wedding
yes
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