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(You’re such an excellent writer c: )

Ohgeez thank you /)u(\ I wish I could say I wasn’t writing from personal experience, Chase hits too close to home sometimes, agh.

that’s fine, if it weren’t for te tage she might have sat and waited for him to come back XD She’ll visit tomorrow

Yeaaah sorry about that, I’m not sure when he’ll be up for visitors, usually that’s when he’s drinking. Haha I’m sure it’ll become apparent though deff :) ♥♥

Kk I am closing up for bed now and possibly a shower beforehand, the comic is clearly not happening tonight hahaha. (what is sleep)

drawnzur:

oH BABY OF COURSE I DO
chases way of apologizing was him telling me he expected too much of me and got disappointed when I didn’t do wha he asked which I don’t understand what that was but it’s okay because LOOK AT THIS. I love my self conscious baby boy.

♥

(Source: dumbgarchomp)

lucky-go-angela:

I’m not a crutch, you know.

Could’ve fooled me.

maonoya:

Chase: “hmph …such a waste of perfectly good dessert. （￣へ￣;）”

Chase <3 (*´∀`*)

[Heavy sigh.] …

three-dollar-gill:

lucky-go-angela:

*reaches over and squeezes gill’s hand momentarily, trying to show support before quickly pulling away and turning her attention fully to Chase* Could be asking you then same question you know, I suppose our answers would be about the same though. Checking up on this one *nods her head to Gill* not that I think he’ll go all weird again, I just think it’d be better to have company. You seem to have beaten me to it.

[Glances up at Angela’s hand as it scoops his up, blinking— before turning a sluggishly confused look up at the farmer. Stares for a moment in silence, drawing his lower lip between his teeth. Moves to return the squeeze, but she pulls it away before he can - so he settles for an appreciative nod instead, returning to sipping his tea with a stunned sort of blankness. He hadn’t expected that.]

[Listens as the two of them talk about him, still not looking around - that feeling of being a child returning as he presses his lips against the rim of the mug.]

[Misses the motion entirely, breaking into another yawn as he rests at the edge of the bed, leaning forward onto his knees with a low noise of acknowledgement.] Hm. … [Blinks over at the two of them and raises an eyebrow at her words, figuring he oughtn’t try to correct them.] I’m not s’much checking up on Gill, m’here as a friend. [Shrugs weakly, sighing.] To make sure he doesn’t get hurt, m’not a caregiver or anything. [Nods to him.] Sorry I slept so late, by the way. How’re you feelin’, anyways— better’n this morning?

♥

((Nope he doesn’t want his dick atm, he’s just in comforting mode because he worried about him.

Chase feels best when he’s taking care of people. Even if he’s an ass. It’s basically what he lives for… :c ♥

Note: doesn’t work unless he already really really really likes you. ♥s his Gilly still, can’t stop shh shh.))

figmentfinn:

three-dollar-gill:

mollygoodgolly:

*sighs as well, bringing a hand up to pinch the bridge of her nose before nodding her head* Ah, yeah…hold on…

*leaves to go get her ladder*

[Sits on the roof while he waits for the ladder, letting go of Finn— or rather, letting go of nothing. Swings his legs a bit, looking like a child in detention. Dressed up as Commander Gilligan.]

[Glances over at Molly’s barn— which is now bright blue.] …

[Glances back in the direction of town.] …

… [Sighs, putting his face in his hands.] …

HRF— [Flits up as soon as he lets go, wobbling as if recovering from a massive attack - whips off his goggles.] Whaaao— I’ll take the sky any day—-

… [Sticks out his tongue at Gill.] YOU DON’T PLAY FAAAAAIR! Hmf! [Flies away to try to go recover his dignity in the Harvest Goddess’s chest.]

[Stares up at him as she leaves and he begins to sulk.] … hey, you feeling alright? You’re not about to pass out up there, are you? [Shifts uncomfortably on his cane, wincing.] Not still seeing space men?