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*hums Scarborough Fair while sitting on the playroom floor, drawing on a piece of paper*
In the far corner of the room, Azazel was silently watching a movie on a small white tablet.
Azazel wrote:
In the far corner of the room, Azazel was silently watching a movie on a small white tablet.
*looks at Azazel, then begins trying to draw him on the paper*~
(sorry for the late reply-)
He looked up from the movie and glanced down at the paper and back up again
" What the hell are you doing?"
He looked up from the movie and glanced down at the paper and back up again
" What the hell are you doing?"
Azazel wrote:
(sorry for the late reply-)
He looked up from the movie and glanced down at the paper and back up again
" What the hell are you doing?"
He looked up from the movie and glanced down at the paper and back up again
" What the hell are you doing?"
Whistle looked slightly taken aback by what the other had said, but he replied with a tiny, warm smile anyway.
"Drawing you." His voice was a fragile-sounding tone, very quiet and soft spoken.
He stared at him, looking rather confused then swiftly got irritated
" Do you just go round drawing random people?! "
" Do you just go round drawing random people?! "
Azazel wrote:
He stared at him, looking rather confused then swiftly got irritated
" Do you just go round drawing random people?! "
" Do you just go round drawing random people?! "
Whistle held his colored-pencils gently, "So...sometimes?"
"I like giving people drawings of themselves."
Azazel looked at the drawing again, looking somewhat less annoyed
" Huh. At least the drawing doesn't look that bad... "
" Huh. At least the drawing doesn't look that bad... "
Azazel wrote:
Azazel looked at the drawing again, looking somewhat less annoyed
" Huh. At least the drawing doesn't look that bad... "
" Huh. At least the drawing doesn't look that bad... "
Whistle smiled shyly as he finished the drawing and handed it to Azazel.
He took it and glanced at it for the third time and smiled slightly before immediately returning to his usual expression
" Thanks...?"
He began to put on his headphones on but suddenly stopped
" By the way, whats your name? "
" Thanks...?"
He began to put on his headphones on but suddenly stopped
" By the way, whats your name? "
Azazel wrote:
He took it and glanced at it for the third time and smiled slightly before immediately returning to his usual expression
" Thanks...?"
He began to put on his headphones on but suddenly stopped
" By the way, whats your name? "
" Thanks...?"
He began to put on his headphones on but suddenly stopped
" By the way, whats your name? "
"My name? Whystle Harrison. And...and yours?" He looked at Azazel, soft and gentle eyes.
" Mines Azazel.. "
"But, aren't you the Subject that Dr Iceberg keeps visiting?"
"But, aren't you the Subject that Dr Iceberg keeps visiting?"
Azazel wrote:
" Mines Azazel.. "
"But, aren't you the Subject that Dr Iceberg keeps visiting?"
"But, aren't you the Subject that Dr Iceberg keeps visiting?"
Whystle got excited at the mention of his favorite person.
"Yes! I am! Dr. Iceberg is nice! He brings me books and pretty markers!"
" Ugh, how can you even like any of the doctors? They got us into this mess of a place! "
Azazel made fake gagging sounds
" Why does the doctor give you all that stuff anyways? Are you two, like related?"
Azazel made fake gagging sounds
" Why does the doctor give you all that stuff anyways? Are you two, like related?"
Azazel wrote:
" Ugh, how can you even like any of the doctors? They got us into this mess of a place! "
Azazel made fake g--ging sounds
" Why does the doctor give you all that stuff anyways? Are you two, like related?"
Azazel made fake g--ging sounds
" Why does the doctor give you all that stuff anyways? Are you two, like related?"
Whystle held at his own sleeves, "I...don't know, he's just nice, I don't think we're related..."
"He's kind of like a big bro, though!" Whystle grinned brightly.
"Uh huh, anyways-"
Azazel began staring at a wall, presumably thinking of something to talk about
"How long have you been in this hellhole?"
Azazel began staring at a wall, presumably thinking of something to talk about
"How long have you been in this hellhole?"
Azazel wrote:
"Uh huh, anyways-"
Azazel began staring at a wall, presumably thinking of something to talk about
"How long have you been in this hellhole?"
Azazel began staring at a wall, presumably thinking of something to talk about
"How long have you been in this hellhole?"
Whystle paused, then shrugged, frowning.
He frowned back, confused
" Really? You don't remember? My memories rubbish and even I know how long I've been here "
" Really? You don't remember? My memories rubbish and even I know how long I've been here "
Azazel wrote:
He frowned back, confused
" Really? You don't remember? My memories rubbish and even I know how long I've been here "
" Really? You don't remember? My memories rubbish and even I know how long I've been here "
Whystle hugged his knees, then rested his head on them.
"No. I'm...kind of forgetful." He added, "The older kids say I just have my head in the clouds too much." He pouted.