forum Of Monsters and Men (opppppppppppppppppeeeeeeeeenenenenenenn)

Started November 04, 2019 by Deleted user

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“I suppose,” Archer said, studying the machine with interest. “Where does all the money go?”

“…Shit man, I don’t know. In the machine?” He gathered the few dollars in change at the bottom of the tray, picking up the few bags of groceries.

“You’re not at all curious? I want to know how everything works,” Archer said animatedly. He looked around. “Maybe we should go to the library after this.”

“I mean.. we could. Or we could look it up on the way home.” Klaus looked tired.

“Oh, like on cellular phones? You guys all seem to have one of those,” Archer responded, noticing how tired Klaus looked. “You all right?”

"Yeh. My phone. We all have 'em because they're importan'…" He made his way out the doors, ready to go home. "I'm fine, kid."

“Kid? I’m about a hundred years older than you,” Archer replied. He looked at the bags Klaus was carrying. “I can get those bags if you want.”

"I got it. And I'm about a hundred feet taller than you, so I think I'm in the right here, buddy." He grinned wolfishly, looking back at Archer.

Archer rolled his eyes. “Maybe so, but I’m…I’ve got…shit. That was my ace.” He pretended to pout.

"Don't gamble if you don't have the money." Klaus unlocked his car, ducking into it. If he wasn't careful, he would smack his head on the doorframe.

“I’m still older than you!” Archer protested, trying to think of something to say in response and coming up empty. He got into the other side of the car, his colors becoming more real as he went corporeal.

"You're baby size compared to me." He started the car. "You feel?"

Archer’s eyes narrowed. “But can you move stuff with your mind?” he asked, triumphant since he had found something he could do that Klaus couldn’t.

"Can you tear a person apart with just your teeth? Just 'cause I don't have.. uh.. pelicanesis or whatever." He meant to say telekinesis, but.. Klaus had never been the brightest.

“No I can’t but you don’t have telekinesis so I think we’re at a standstill.” Archer pretended to be frustrated with this but he knew it was probably the closest he’d get to winning whatever this was.

"Whatever. Prayin' we don't hit traffic on the way back." He shook his head, pulling out of the parking lot.

Archer looked out the window. “That would be nice,” he agreed. He ran a hand through his hair.

"Would." He yawned, his jagged, wolflike teeth glinting in the sunlight. "So. How was bein' in public?"

“Stressful. Really stressful,” Archer admitted. “Kind of weird. Not awful though. I think I need to do it more often.”

“Yeah, well, you’ll get used ta’ it. Get out more. Interact with people outta the house.” He slammed on the horn, barking incoherently at the person in front of them for just a moment before returning to normal. “It’s good for ya.”

“You think so?” he asked, worrying his lip as he looked out the window again. He may be about 120 years old, but sometimes he felt more like a little kid, in awe of the technology and, apparently, in need of friendship as well.

“Know so. Spent a little while livin’ by myself, no roommates or nothin’. Barely left the place. Almost tore my hair out- freaked out so bad I ended up breaking down and shavin’ my head, you feel? Bad time. Get out more. Then you won’t feel inclined to change yourself drastically.” He shrugged, patting his buzzed hair. “Don’t regret it a bit, but.. you know.”

Archer didn’t really know, but nodded anyway. “Yeah, of course. So I should get out of the house more. Got it.”

He looked at Archer. “You don’t. Anyway- should I get new ink? I’m gonna have to find a spot, might not have any more room..”

“Ink?” Archer asked, confused. “Do you make art or something?”