EZRA
You were fucking right. Hah! In your face, Blondie, except not really because man for a minute there you weren't really sure and it's a goddamn relief when Artman stumbles in. "There, there, darling- I knew it was you." A brief and haughty glance to the lamb, clearly saying I told you so. "Gold is out, too? Darling, there was one rule." Aye, these people. You shake your head.But then there's a tall drink of bones in a skin suit storming in, angry as a thunderstorm, and fuck if you don't have a little bit of respect for that level of authority. The level of sass, though? Seems uncalled for. "Hey, babe, what do you think we did?" you reply, standing up and crossing your arms. "You think we'd let any little mystery machine in? Fuck no. Have some faith in the rest of us."
And yeah, as if you're staying behind. Slipping an arm under Artsy's if he'll let you, you give the skeleton your haughtiest, most stubborn glare. "Yes, darling, let's get you seen to- maybe a drink will help, hmm?" A wink for the wounded says exactly what kind of liquid you're offering, and you begin to walk, not particularly interested in what Skeleman has to say.
we knew right from the start
that you'd fall apart
'Cause I'm too expensive
