04-05-2018, 02:08 AM
The entity wished he could forget Valo longer than the world allowed, the oozing drawl from the mutant prompting Beck to poke a strikingly blue tongue out in his direction and childishly hum a few mocking notes. An easy solution to cleaning off the mud would was simply disappearing for a moment or two, leaving no physical apparition for the filth to cling to, but he preferred not to acknowledge his nonexistence. Choosing to shake and smear the mud away, he remained silent at the suggestive offer, casting Valo a dirty look with a dull glaze settled over amber eyes. Yet internal commentary spat out a flustered 'Gross,' and his dead-eyed glare lingered on the pink slime hanging from the other's jowls for a second more than usual.
Despite having managed to clear his dark-furred pelt of a majority of mud, choppy fur bristled at awkward angles still. Beck resigned from the impossible task of cleaning up what was essentially an untouched body from a murder scene, slouching and finally acknowledging Valo's attempts at socializing. "Yeah, guess m'ugly -- but 'least I look way better than ya," the poltergeist taunted back, echoing giggles hissed through clenched teeth. He rose from his defeated slump in the mud, somehow shorter than Valo even while standing at full-height, albeit not by a lot. "Have ya seen yourself in a mirror lately? Ya kinda got a bunch'a weird pink drool, uh, all over." A frigid paw motion to the siamese's pink-stained chin and chest, lacking any sort of hesitation -- what if it was a sensitive subject? No, wait, Valo wasn't sensitive. Beck couldn't even be certain if their foul mind was capable of processing guilt and other regular feelings. Truly an enigma he hoped he never would decipher.
[align=center]»――➤Despite having managed to clear his dark-furred pelt of a majority of mud, choppy fur bristled at awkward angles still. Beck resigned from the impossible task of cleaning up what was essentially an untouched body from a murder scene, slouching and finally acknowledging Valo's attempts at socializing. "Yeah, guess m'ugly -- but 'least I look way better than ya," the poltergeist taunted back, echoing giggles hissed through clenched teeth. He rose from his defeated slump in the mud, somehow shorter than Valo even while standing at full-height, albeit not by a lot. "Have ya seen yourself in a mirror lately? Ya kinda got a bunch'a weird pink drool, uh, all over." A frigid paw motion to the siamese's pink-stained chin and chest, lacking any sort of hesitation -- what if it was a sensitive subject? No, wait, Valo wasn't sensitive. Beck couldn't even be certain if their foul mind was capable of processing guilt and other regular feelings. Truly an enigma he hoped he never would decipher.