The physical manifestation of purgatory.
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*paws at your hand and nods*
A little, yeah.
*tries to not grin and fails*
Sorry. It’s a good thing though. I prooomise.
Are you drunk or something?
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Is it a good kind of weird?
*keeps frowning and sniffs in the air again*
I..I’m not sure? It’s just weird.
*puts his hand over his nose*
Does it smell like Andy?
*paws at your hand and nods*
A little, yeah.
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*leans forward to kiss your fish face*
Shhhh only affection now.
*tries to kiss you back but that’s really hard to do with fish face so instead he carefully moves your hands away and frowns*
You smell weird.
Is it a good kind of weird?
*keeps frowning and sniffs in the air again*
I..I’m not sure? It’s just weird.
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*wiggles around so he can face you and boing your curls again*
Of course I am. Why? Are you ok? Do you need something? What’s wrong? Did I do something wrong?
*squeezes your face in concern*
*makes squished fish face as he tries to mumble out that webber is acting weird and has he been possessed, but all that really comes out is a jumble of sounds*
*leans forward to kiss your fish face*
Shhhh only affection now.
*tries to kiss you back but that’s really hard to do with fish face so instead he carefully moves your hands away and frowns*
You smell weird.
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*slowly looks back over his shoulder at him, wondering if Purg even knows what weed is or if he’s judging him*
Heeeeeeey there. You. Yoooou. Good morning there.
*raises an eyebrow and sits up to stare at you weirdly*
Yes…me. Are you okay?
*wiggles around so he can face you and boing your curls again*
Of course I am. Why? Are you ok? Do you need something? What’s wrong? Did I do something wrong?
*squeezes your face in concern*
*makes squished fish face as he tries to mumble out that webber is acting weird and has he been possessed, but all that really comes out is a jumble of sounds*
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*guuurgles and opens his eyes, blinking a few times before his eyes find webber*
Good morning…
*isn’t even sure if it’s morning but he’s too sleepy to care so it IS NOW GOSH**slowly looks back over his shoulder at him, wondering if Purg even knows what weed is or if he’s judging him*
Heeeeeeey there. You. Yoooou. Good morning there.
*raises an eyebrow and sits up to stare at you weirdly*
Yes…me. Are you okay?
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*It had seemed like forever since he last got high. It had been in the back of Andys van with him, with his long green bong that he called Misty. It also seemed like forever since he had last been close to his twin like that. After all the fighting and struggling to be brothers, whatever small, damaged bridge that was built between them was gone, and Webber hadn’t heard from Andy in months. Not since they had run into each other in the hallway with Tracey, with identical yellow eyes staring at each others.
But now seemed like a good time to fix at least one of those things. He had a strained relationship with his beloved ever since his split personality had wrecked havoc and missed the wedding and the bloodthirsty, invisible, hellhound was suddenly a confused and possibly retarded human. It didn’t seem to be around the apartment anymore, or maybe it had turned invisible. Whichever was the outcome, he hoped it was wearing clothes.
He had originally gone outside, just to peek around and make sure he didn’t see a dark skinned naked boy running around anywhere, when he smelled the familiar smoke and ended up buying from a shady looking guy down the ally.
Andys van was still parked across the street infront of Traceys apartment, and for a second Webber wondered if he could break into one of his neighbors apartments so he could look out their windows and into Tracey and Andys, just to see what was going on. The van hadn’t moved, and usually Webber could go out on the porch and see at least one of them walking back and forth. But over the past few weeks, nothing. And in this life, someone vanishing wasn’t such a great sign and anything could have happened.
He tried to tell himself he was just being paranoid after everything that had already happened to them. He had more important things on his mind than Andy for once in the past few years. He had Purg. He had a broken engagement to fix. He had a possibly naked and rabid kid running around somewhere, possibly trying to drag people down sewers and into hell.
Or maybe that was just the weed giving him weird and obscene ideas again. At first he had seemed wary that he would be able to smoke again, with his non moving lung and frozen heartbeat. But like riding a bike, breathing isn’t something that you can forget how to do. In and out. Inhale and exhale. Getting a bit lightheaded but that’s just what they call buzzed.
Rolling back across the floor, he reached up to boing a few of Purgs curls as he slept on the couch, wondering how he could have put up with him for so long, and wondering if this was perhaps the start of the end of their relationship. After everything they had been through, all Webber seemed to do was cause him pain and trouble. He often tried to imagine what Purg had been like, what it had been like in Purgatory, before he met Webber. He had seemed to vacant, confused and irritated back in the begining. Things had changed between them, perhaps too much.
Maybe if Webber was stupid like Scott, he’d take off his engagement ring and try to run away. But he had been down that road before when he had wiped Purgs memory and it hadn’t ended well for either of them. So instead he flicked on a movie about a superhero norse god as he got high. He should be trying to plan out how he was going to fix things, but nope, he’s getting high and forgetting about all the bad things for at least a little while.*
~
*guuurgles and opens his eyes, blinking a few times before his eyes find webber*
Good morning…
*isn’t even sure if it’s morning but he’s too sleepy to care so it IS NOW GOSH*
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*says something but it’s too muffled out my the couch for anyone to understand*
What’s stopping me? You’ll be asleep and you’ll never know.
*covers his head with a pillow and ignores everything*
*curls up into you bothh and promptly passes out to make things nice and awkward for webber*
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I don’t understand what the big deal is about that…
*goes back into the living room to drop down on the couch beside Webber*
*sprawls face first over you both*
He’s not allowed to sleep in our bed any more you know.
*says something but it’s too muffled out my the couch for anyone to understand*
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A typical hell hound stands 4–5 feet tall at the shoulder and weighs 120 pounds. Efficient hunters, a favorite pack tactic is to surround prey quietly, then attack with one or two hounds, driving prey toward the rest of the pack with their fiery breath. If the prey doesn’t run, the pack closes in. Hell hounds track fleeing creatures relentlessly.
Hell hounds are particularly favored by fire giants, as the creatures are immune to fire and share the fire giant’s sense of cruelty when it comes to handling intruders. Only when a fire giant goes too far toward treating a relatively intelligent hell hound like a pet do such alliances begin to falter.
(Source: monsternomicon)
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Yeah…
*peeks through the doorway at Webber*
And Webber can see me now. He might find that reassuring.
*grins
evily*If you start running around naked again, he probably won’t.
I don’t understand what the big deal is about that…
*goes back into the living room to drop down on the couch beside Webber*
*sprawls face first over you both*
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Just since I woke up a little while ago. Look, I can roll my tongue.
*rolls his tongue for Purg to see*
*actually snorts at that*
Yes, yes you can. You can probably do a lot of different things now, huh?
Yeah…
*peeks through the doorway at Webber*
And Webber can see me now. He might find that reassuring.
*grins evily*
If you start running around naked again, he probably won’t.
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Just since I woke up a little while ago. Look, I can roll my tongue.
*rolls his tongue for Purg to see*
*actually snorts at that*
Yes, yes you can. You can probably do a lot of different things now, huh?
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….
*blinks stupidly and looks around*
I…have no idea. Are you still hungry?
Not really… Heaven probably is though. Where have you two been?
*thinks that Webber will probably remember to feed heaven since it’s HIS DOG gosh*
We’ve been….around? Some stuff went wrong and uh, stuff got weird. Yeah…
*isn’t sure what to say that you’ll actually understand so he just awkwardly shuffles closer to ruffle your hair*
Sorry. I missed you, even if you’re not so fluffy anymore… how long have you been human?
