“I forgot I was a tree!”
Posts by Archer Hues
He lets out a whimper like a dog.
“Yeah!”
“I just don’t want to talk about it”
He growls
He looks back at sparrow with a pained look
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“I don’t want to talk about it…”
…!
“I don’t think he’ll make fun of you, Des!”
He’s trying to be nice
:(
“It smells sweet, unusually sweet?? I can’t describe it?”
Archer barely gets a whiff of the blood and immediately he can tell something isn’t right.
“I don’t think it’s supposed to be like that”
Curiously looks at the bottle
“Yeah? What is that?”
His ears perk up and his tail is wagging. He’s finally relived to hear Descole is believing them.
“YOU ARE WRONG, YOU ARE DOING WRONG AND YOU’RE NOT LISTENING!!! EVERYTHING IS WRONG DES!!”
He’s full blown yelling, an aggressive growling escapes him
“DOING THIS FOR US??? DO YOU THINK THATS WHAT EVERYONE WANTS RIGHT NOW??”
Archer sluggishly walks after Sparrow. He hasn’t slept in a bit.
“Hmm?”
He looks at the ground
He feels his eyes becoming wet, his chest pounding, his blood a boiling red, he’s breathing becoming more aggressive and frequent.
Archer feels his blood heating up.
“Yes!! It’s complicated!! No I haven’t talked nor seen Sparrow as of late!”
He feels the frustration building up.
“NOTICED WHAT! THAT IVE BEEN MORE UPSET— THAT WE NEVER TALK ANYMORE— THAT—— WE’VE ALL BEEN MISERABLE!!”
“…”
His mood shifts again. Archer opens his mouth to speak but nothing comes out. He’s not fully sure why he’s here as well.
“I-it’s complicated…”
He stops smiling to himself and shifts towards a more playful look.
“What? Can someone not quietly spy on their partner?”
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“I was here to tell you that dinner was ready!”
“Shhhhh— I can’t talk right now… I’m hiding behind this plant.”
Archer holds up a well kept potted fuchsias. After holding them for a few seconds, he can’t help to look down at the potted plant and smile to himself.
He realizes he’s gonna get caught, so he tries to hide behind a potted plant.
He sneezes
Walking nearby his room and hears Descole scuffling around and decides to listen in.
“…Yes m’am…”
…
“Alright…”
He hesitates for a second before giving up and fully gives in
…
He knows that this is wrong… but he just can’t help it
…
“Yes please…”
He whimpers softly
…
…
He knows something is very wrong, but he can’t help to feel a bit comforted by her.
“T-thanks…”
“What do you mean?!”