puppetmaster ✦ audio ✦ after the festival

[guitarpicks]

Sooooooo. Fair ladies, good sirs, ghoulies, ghosties, dead and undead alike. Fellow whatever we think we are? [ eddie get to the point here? ] How many of you play instruments and would want to jam?

I'm in a band back home and missing shred sessions. I just found my guitar back -- [ a pause and then he might sound like he's devastated and talking about a lost love. ] Not my sweetheart but my acoustic.

[ and if you're thinking he's not gonna give you whiplash and then sound eager, excited as fuck at the drop of a hat then you're wrong. ] Anyway, I'm really jonesing to play. Anyone in?

If you're into metal or rock even better but all musicians welcome. The place I'm staying at isn't big but there's abandoned buildings near by and the acoustics are killer. [ and because there's some manners under there? ] And if you're in, I'm Eddie.

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[guitarpicks]

[ sorry, lottie, someone's shadow plays up all the creepiness and terrible things people say about him.

sadly, this is the wrong guy to talk to about fashion but he's also not lived through the 90s so. ] aren't most pants just like that?

𝖔𝖗 𝖒𝖆𝖞𝖇𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖊𝖊 𝖊𝖝𝖆𝖈𝖙𝖑𝖞 𝖜𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖎'𝖒 𝖙𝖗𝖞𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖙𝖔 𝖍𝖎𝖉𝖊.

[oomfies]

[ If it's any consolation, Lottie's thoughts are already so in tune with what his shadow is saying that it's on the verge of upsetting her for being Too Real. After all, she's had that same thought too many times.. Sometimes she finds herself excited to see what her downfall may look like. What people would really think of her...

She groans after a moment, sliding into his DMs after a second of consideration. ]

theyre coming back but that isn't important

hey, are you good??