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That's a Spicy Meatball!
Rose as a dragon .w.
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Sam-xXAMTXx 
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16.02.2021
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Sam-xXAMTXx[OP]
16.02.2021 22:23
Link-Ps: This wwyd contain Cannonical Matthew:
Hes.. different,,
now lmt-
Sam-xXAMTXx[OP]
16.02.2021 22:26
LinkYour oc and Matthew have been friends for a few months, but the last time you two talked was years ago.
Suddenly, while walking through a bizzare dark and dingy forest in the middle of the night
You come across someone hunched over what appears to be a corpse, seemingly in a panic
suddenly, they turn to face you, red trench coat catching the moonlight along with the glinting silver bloodstained spear aimed right at your throat.
Quickly the person recognizes you and seems kinda pissed and frightened
"What're you doing here?!"
~what do you do~
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Sam-xXAMTXx[OP]
16.02.2021 22:41
Linkwaits
(lmao time to pull in drunken asshole canon sam)
Samuel stood there, a wine bottle in his left hand, with his stance uh,, not that great, and tear marks on his cheeks. Yes ofc his words are slurred. "Well Im just trying to enjoy my damned life, as you can see, ****in,,, Matt. I'd like to ask the same ****ing question to you though."
wHEEZE poor sam-)
Matthew narrows his eyes. "Are you drunk. Your drunk. Great."
Sam scowls "I only drank 12 bottles. It's not even that effective."
"the way your standing, the way your speaking and the tear streaks down your cheeks says otherwise." Matthew snaps, unnaturally angry at the moment
"Well at least I didn't call you Susan instead of Mathew. Because I probably would have if I was actually that drunk." Sam pushes Mathew's shoulder a bit, slightly angry
Sam sighs "Im sorry for bringing that up if it made you feel bad."
Matthew just has this stubborn look of definace on his face. "its fine. Its nothing. I am what i am." he mutters. "And your drunk." he turns and grabs the unmoving figure behind him by their hair and yanks them up, only for them to drop once more. "God ****ing dammit.. dead.."
"Whats so bad about that? They'll just come back in a week or so and you can do whatever to em."
"Samuel. Your an idiot. Mortals dont work like that.." he trails off, quiet. "..besides.. this one was nice.. i didn't mean to.. I just.." he goes quiet.
"That's not what I meant? When people die they come back as either a demon or an angel. They can choose to either to stay or not stay. It's honestly simple." He tosses his wine to the side and crosses his arms
"Well I can't be friends with an angel!" Matthew throws his hands in the air. "Besides! they won't be coming back here. not after this.."
"Why? Will it ruin your nonexistent ego?" Sam chuckles "And I'm sure they'll come back. If you were nice to em.. ooorrr if they have a family thats still here."
"No.. i physically cant. Angels can't befriend sinners." Obviously, thats something Mathew just- believes. "and thats very unlikely.."
"Eh speak for yourself I guess." Sam laughs "Well, were you nice to em? Treat them like a friend?"
"Well there wouldn't be a reason why they won't wanna come back," Sam smirked, pulling a flask out of no where and drinking some bourbon that was inside of it. "is there?"
"Well that could be a setback, if they remember their death. I'ts not very often anyone remembers how they died. It's almost the same as remembering how you were born."
"So, again. I'm sure they'll come back eventually." Sam laughs and drinks more out of the flask
Sam doesn't say anything and continues drinking out of the flask,, as if the alcohol just
never ends
Sam pulls his hand and tosses the alcohol to Matt "Well it seems like you need it more than me."
Mathew catches it, stumbling a bit. “What. Psh.. no.. I don’t..” he stares at his hands looking almost terrified since he literally just opened it subconsciously. “What.”
"Well if you dont want it you can hand it right back to me, no big deal. But I'm just saying you might need it to kinda calm yourself down." Sam shrugs
"Dude seriously if you don't want it give it back its not a big deal,,"
Sam puts it back it to the thin air that he got it out of "Well, do you want to do anything besides arguing now."
Sam thinks for a bit
"Wanna rob a uh,,"
"Rob uh"
"Wanna rob something,,"
Matthew chuckles softly. “Your.. very stupid. But it’s a good stupid. So alright.”