pick apart the pieces of your heart — joining

[valo-kas]

valo-kas had approached with three eyes awash in curiosity, but they didn’t seem particularly blown away by marvolo’s ready introduction. no, that...that seems normal, right? yeah. typical shit, probably. “[color=salmon]hey, hey, ring the fuggin’ bells, we gotta....unidentified bastard thinks he wantsa nibble of our spongy swamp asscracks.” they seemed subdued. that was likely for the best, really - valo-kas probably shouldn’t have been permitted to move at a normal speed ever. it was just too much disgusting information moving at the jittery, bopping pace of a maniac with nothing to lose that posed something of a threat. this, though? this was just sad and sluggish.

they gurgled around a rosy yawn, drool spilling like a faucet turned on down the mutant’s coffee-fuzz chin.  their jaws snapped shut into a broad grin. “[color=salmon]okie-dokie, sugarplum. i’m valo-kas, lazy bitches call me valo. if you need anything you should probably ask someone else, i dunno shit.” it was fairly literal. ever since surfacing from deep water wrestling with a sharp pain that felt like it was splitting them in half, valo-kas had learned that they...well they knew they should remember something but...oh well. context was easy enough to read from around here. knowledge was easily gleaned either way.

“[color=salmon]S’yer name, dude?” their stare found itself swimming from one of the snakes to the other as they bit down the urge to try and battle one for kicks. “[color=salmon]’nd why do you have...” so many people around here had pets, huh? they gestured to the snakes as another yawn swallowed the rest of their sentence.