[ an unfortunate answer he needs to give but he rolls with what’s happening, setting his jaw like he’s used to cracking heads open. (maybe he is. he is in a rather bad shape.) ]
Take this. Between you and me, I rather you have it.
[ daylight gives her the baseball bat, willing to let it go because he can handle himself in a one-on-one fight because it sounds like only one of the dopplegangers are approaching them. they’re kept in the shadows, mostly, so daylight needs to squint his eyes and lean forward, trying to catch their features and
he pulls back like he’s been hit, his eyes wide, his expression twisting in horror and confusion. ]
Oh fuck— Oh no— Why—
[ it’s a man that emerges from the shadows and seems to have put daylight in a state of distress and fear. he doesn’t look dangerous. in fact, the best way to describe him is friendly: lean with a shaved head, expression one of jovial surprise as a smile stretches across the cracked porcelain skin.
hey, day! the doppleganger calls out, placing hands (one whole, another broken, missing fingers) on its hips. look at you, all grown up! see that you took after your dad, ha ha haha ha ha haaa haaaa haaaaaa you have a friend ha ha ha hahaaaaahahaahh won’t you introduce her to me, day? aay? aaaaahahaha. ]
no subject
[ an unfortunate answer he needs to give but he rolls with what’s happening, setting his jaw like he’s used to cracking heads open. (maybe he is. he is in a rather bad shape.) ]
Take this. Between you and me, I rather you have it.
[ daylight gives her the baseball bat, willing to let it go because he can handle himself in a one-on-one fight because it sounds like only one of the dopplegangers are approaching them. they’re kept in the shadows, mostly, so daylight needs to squint his eyes and lean forward, trying to catch their features and
he pulls back like he’s been hit, his eyes wide, his expression twisting in horror and confusion. ]
Oh fuck— Oh no— Why—
[ it’s a man that emerges from the shadows and seems to have put daylight in a state of distress and fear. he doesn’t look dangerous. in fact, the best way to describe him is friendly: lean with a shaved head, expression one of jovial surprise as a smile stretches across the cracked porcelain skin.
hey, day! the doppleganger calls out, placing hands (one whole, another broken, missing fingers) on its hips. look at you, all grown up! see that you took after your dad, ha ha haha ha ha haaa haaaa haaaaaa you have a friend ha ha ha hahaaaaahahaahh won’t you introduce her to me, day? aay? aaaaahahaha. ]