My sans o'c Named Killer (the one with wolf ears and tail O v O )

Actually hmmm the girl ^ w ^

Should we rp with them?

O ^ o

Ida: *looks over and sees him washing his bloodstained(?) jacket*

Ida: *pauses her music and moves a bit closer to him, slowly*

Ida: *silently sings along to his humming* 🎶Why should I worry? Why should I care? I may not have a dime, but I got street savoire faire~.🎶

Ida: *chuckles softly* Sorry, I just heard you humming and, well I couldn't help but sing along. You need any help?

Ida: Sure. *turns around*

Ida: Yeah, that can be annoying. I'm guessing you don't like being seen without your mask? (brb)

Ida: *turns around* Are you a criminal? Is that why you wear the mask? (I have returned)

Ida: What is a Creepypasta? I've heard that word before, but I don't get it.

Ida: Oh, okay.

Ida: Nah, you look fine.

(Gn)

Ida: No, I mean it, you look great.

Ida: *smiles* What's your name?

Ida: I'm Ida.

Ida: Thanks.

Ida: So, what do you do?

Ida: When you say "weird", how weird are we talking?

Ida: *her ears perk up in interest* Ooooh, sounds neat.

Ida: There's no way your art could be as freakish as a wendigo.

Ida: Can I see your art?

Ida: I swear, I won't.

Ida: That looks like it would be extremely painful. *she chuckles* It's clever, I like it.

Ida: It's really good.

Ida: Are you okay? *her ears lowerd a bit with concern*

Ida: You sound hurt, I want to help you.

Ida: O-Okay. *looks away from him*

Ida: You sure? *turns back to face him after he put on his mask*

Ida: Okay. Cool. *her tail twitches slightly*

Ida: So, what was hurting?

Ida: Does it hurt often?

Ida: Oh. So, changing the subject, what else do you do?

Ida: Oh. Well, do you want to know what I do?

Ida: Well, I hunt wendigos for a hobby, and I work as a "dancer" at a club.

Ida: ... You don't get out much, do you?

Ida: Oh, well the kind of club I'm talking about is a place where people go to drink alcohol, party, and possibly get laid.

Ida: Maybe another time. If you come by, I'll make sure to give you a free, special dance~.

Ida: *shrugs* Everyone has different hobbies, nobody's exactly the same.

Ida: Sure. Wanna go to a bar? it's where humans go to drink alcohol.

Ida: Before we go, have you ever drank alcohol before?

Ida: You are in for a wild ride, then. Come on. *gestures for him to follow her* (timeskip?)

Ida: *takes him to a bar, opening the door for him*

Ida: *walks in behind him* (o nu 😧)

Ida: Yeah, pretty much.

Ida: *waves at the kid* Now we get some drinks, I guess.

Ida: Thanks? (how old is this B o y ?)

(also, Gn. I don't have school tomorrow, so I'll be back when I get up)

(nvm, I've got time) Ida: No thanks, I'm good. *kicks the guy in the balls*

Ida: I deal with people like that all the time, I'm used to it. *looks down at the guy* You alright? (My mom is forcing me to go to bed, and I'm getting a bit tired, so gn)

Ida: BC, chill out, It's fine.

(You there?)

Ida: BC, you have a point, but I can defend myself. *puts her hand on his shoulder* I'm fine.

Ida: C'mon, let's get some drinks.

(brb)

Ida: *grabs two glasses of vodka from a waiter and hands one to BC* (I just threw up)

Ida: Don't worry it's safe to drink. *takes a sip from her glass*

Ida: Do you like it? (I just threw up again, only more)

Ida: I had that same reaction when I first drank alcohol.

Ida: *chugs hers as well*

Ida: Yep!

Ida: No, no, there's no poison, alcohol just does that to people.

Ida: Well, if you drink enough alcohol, you will not remember what you did while drunk, you will do and say stupid stuff, and you will regret several things. But that's just what happens for me, it can be different for other people.

Ida: Don't drink too much, though. If you take a nap or fall asleep after drinking too much alcohol, you get what's called a hangover. *sips her drink*

Ida: Well, basically, combine the worst headache you've ever had with the worst stomach ache imaginable, and then multiply it by three.

Ida: Just be careful with any alcohol you drink, it may be fun, but it can be unforgiving. Don't worry about it.

Ida: You okay? Did I freak you out? I'm sorry.

Ida: *gently pats him on the back*

Ida: *smiles and rubs his back* (His mask covers his entire face right?)

Ida: *kisses his cheek/his mask's cheek(?)*

Ida: You're so cute. *gently places her hand on his chest*

Ida: *gently runs her finger up and down his chest*

Ida: You like that~?

Ida: You do, don't you~?

Ida: Maybe we could do more sometime~? Have a little fun~? *she runs her finger farther down his chest* (Gn, I'm tired, and I have school tomorrow. We'll see if I go at all, tho. Let's hope I don't throw up again.)

Ida: You'll see~.

Ida: *smiles and rubs his chest*

Ida: *kisses his neck*

Ida: The sounds you're making are so cute~.

* runs even faster *