chokedout | (no subject)

aw shit i'm a DADDY
i'm looting for snacks but i promise i am coming back with smokes and not disappearing

fine i guess! what snacks

i want pringles tbh
i found this one room that's lowkey freaking me out
check this out

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lol did you just find the backrooms or something come to think of it if any place ended up having the backrooms irl this would be it

don't say that i dont wanna find those
i did find ciggys and chips
want a crisp coca-cola? you feel like sprite energy.
sprite and fruitopia mix

you really don't have to call me out like that esp in front of our child but yes bring everything

GONNA PROVIDE FOR MY BABES

there's nobody here to pay so it's also theft ig
be there soon provided i don't walk into another long ass hallway

i support you please don't get lost in the british backrooms though we've got enough problems ♥

[He's silent for an indeterminate amount of time and only half because he thought he heard mewing from the milk crates but didn't find any sign of a physical cat. So now he thinks the mystery bodego room is fully fucking haunted with cat ghosts which is cute but when it feels a little sketchy it somehow also feels creepy? He gets the fuck out of there, hurrying back with several plastic bags (fuck the environment we live the rich mansion life,) of goods and a cigarette already between his lips, albeit unlit.

He goes through his room first, but will carry on through the suite to hers - to find his familia.]

Should we throw one of those gender reveal parties but have everything be like green to fuck with people?

[ Oh hi, don't mind her — she's just sitting by the window wearing a crop top, briefs and socks, legs stretched out and crossed at the ankles, hair damp from a bath. Good thing the room's warm.

Biting her thumb as she scrolls through strangers' conversations, she looks over her shoulder and smiles. The tamagotchi is balanced on her lap. ]

I was thinking rainbow, but green works. We just tell them it's 'up to mother nature to decide', [ Putting on a more ethereal tone, ] 'We were never meant to know ahead of time, man'.

[ A pause. ]

Or we could tell them it means we're gonna have a goblin.

[He goes for the bed, dropping his haul down but before he starts to sort - salty, sweet, chocolate, chewy... He moves over to her, leaning to look at the device on her leg. He snorts because it seems so familiar, and he can't wait for it to chirp at them every other hour.]

Where'd you even find this thing? Little Gobs.

Got it as a prize! I placed third in chess. [ They may have not won couple's tennis, but she considers this her redemption. Another point for Queen Lauralae! ] Give me one of those. Any of them.

[ She sticks out her arm, motions her fingers like she's telling him to come over. ]

'You ever had a tamagotchi?

[He brings over Pringles and some offbrand version of a Mars bar - holding them akimbo, like he's pretending to be from a western. Pew pew. Take your pick.]

Ah, shit, you played really fucking well.

[He wonders what first place got.]

I promise to be present for every family milestone. Something something daddy issues.

Thank you, [ Two words, two music notes, for the Pringles and the praise. ] Here—

[ She makes her way to the bed to sit by his side, prying the lid and ripping the cover off the tube. She's chewing by the time the tamagotchi is put on the mattress between them, one tiny button pressed to declare that the egg is ready to hatch. Give it a few seconds, and…! ]

Wait. What is that.

That's...

[He's standing over her, leaning down to look with a mars bar dupe held to his chest and his other hand on his hip. There is a moment of considering silence and gentle bewilderment. Pixels are sometimes so tricky, y'know?]

That - that's uh. Hm.

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A dog, maybe? [ Let her pick it up. Surely taking a closer look at a severe lack of pixels will do the trick. ] They forgot the ears.

Aren't those ears? Or are those eyes.

[What the fuck abominati-]

Well. Maybe the ears will grow in.

Maybe! [ She's staring at it for another while, slow munches. ] I'm sure we'll learn how to love it? With or without ears.

Our child is beautiful, regardless of i- is it... did it hop?

It did! It totally did. Wait, I get it now — it's a frog.

[ That really does not sit like one. ]

Frogs don't have tails. Or - they're not supposed to.

[Right?]

I… guess? It could just be glitched.

[ I placed third and all I got was a defective pet. ]

Fro... dog. Frog. Fro-d'guh.

[He's trying.]

Whatever, it's less fucked up than I am on a good day so - love and cherish, yadda yadda. Do I get to babysit? Gimme. I wanna feed it.

[ She laughs with a frown, lovingly baffled by the attempt. It earns him a kiss on the cheek regardless, tamagotchi handed over before she scoots up, sitting against the wall with another chip in her mouth. ]

I still have your ring, by the way.

[He flops onto the bed, holding the tamagotchi in outstretched hands - bound to drop it on his face but for the moment, just studiously staring at it. He speaks as if a little absent-minded in response:]

Hm? Oh, the one I gave you? I gave you that, babe.