Anonymous asked: Hey, it's Paul. I'll be back tomorrow, sorry for my absence. You'd better behave yourself while I'm away.
But….where are you going?
todd-blankenship asked: You are being very rude, Tubby. Not letting me in on your fun.
Stop calling me Tubby!
And, I’m sorry Jerry. Would you like to play now?
Yes you are. Aren’t you? How shall I say…impolite.
O-Oh…I really am sorry…I just thought it was interesting.
Do you have a name, sir?
Well…thank you very much, boy. I am also quite fond of my paint..Too.
What about it though, hmm? Thinking of running away from home and joining the circus? I am not a real circus clown although I do like to perform and show off my magic tricks.
Well…no..I don’t want to and I didn’t think you were a real circus clown. I’m going purely off of the scars. Are they self-inflicted? You must have been really careful about stopping the bleeding.
Oh, I’m being rude, I’m Peter.
And hello to you too.
Need’n something, dear?
You…I was wondering about the make-up.
I like it a lot.
Nonamenotheralias started following you.
Sherlock turned back around and scowled, “No, I don’t,” he grabbed the young man by the shirt, and began to drag him towards the door, “now get out,” he hissed.
Peter yanked his arm away, rubbing at it like he had been hurt. He looked at Sherlock and chewed the inside of his lip, “There really is no reason to be rude…I have a few more questions and I’ll be on my way…”
No, don’t do it, you’re going to regret this. ”Sure,” the artist gave a nervous smile and sat down next to Peter carefully. His hands wrung the hem of his shirt in search of something to do and he chewed the inside of his cheek, then shook his head.
“No, I make a decent living with selling my art. Someone actually recently bought all of my art,” he offered a half-truth, but no one could tell the difference anymore, “and I have plenty of commissions. Birthdays, major holidays, anything really…I have fair traffic. What do you do?”
Peter looked down at his bag in his lap, running his fingers lightly over the canvas, “I’m in school…nursing,” he said softly.
Slowly, he lifted his head and looked to Grian, “That’s some good luck. You must be a popular artist then. I still live with my mother, but hopefully I’ll be getting my own place soon.”
Originally, he was going to be living with his best friend, but since he had vanished that had gone out the window. He had student loans to worry about once he was done with college. Not to mention the internship at the hospital took a good bit of his time.
“You have not attempted to touch them; no rudeness given.”
Well, you are quite intimidating.
I can’t help but wonder if you are someone elaborately dressed up…
You aren’t are you?
ANONYMOUS! If you touch Priest’s pins- I am going to have him either skull-fuck you to death, or just flat out kill you.
I’m getting tired of people coming into his ask and touching his head- Use common sense here, if someone who looked like THIS:
Was standing in front of you, do you REALLY think it’s a good idea to TOUCH him?
STOP. DOING IT. Unless you want to die.
Only his lovers get that right.
They are quite fascinating to tell you the truth.
I do try not be so abruptly rude though…oh…I feel like I’m being rude right now…
My name’s Peter, I really enjoy your movies.