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soooo, the lack of freakshow roleplayers has terribly decimated my muse for the whole freakshow era. now, because of this, i don’t want to archive robbie here, so i have decided to reinvent him. i am leaving his adorable personality, but changing almost everything about his story. he will no longer have the tail of a monkey. :c but instead will be a young warlock attending Miss Robichaux’s !! That’s right, little Robbie will now be primarily Coven !!!
‘ what do you mean the show’s canceled ?’
Hey Lily, what are you eating? “You don’t want this,” she will reply. “It’s a part of a special diet.”
‘ what do ya’ mean special diet ? ‘
( he’ll smile and nod towards her plate of food. )
"Okay." Ariel replies and he’s never rightly felt ashamed of what he wanted. Sure, people said mean things to him sometimes, but it never made him feel ashamed, but for some reason he feels like he’s been a bad kitty and his usually bright features darken as he moves off him and heads towards Robert’s trailer. His tail doesn’t even sway, it wraps tightly around his waist and his ears press down against his head, nearly invisible in the massive head of hair he has.
{♟} -
( uh oh, uh oh !!!! his mother would scold him - ' bad little monkey ! ' honey hues become glossy as he bounds ahead to catch up with his kitten. )
' ari ! ari ! i m-meant let's go into my trailer because we're gonna cuddle !!! we can't cuddle out here in the dirt and sun, now can we ??? '
( he's always been great with QUICK thinking. )
“ Just here to remind you it’s five minutes ‘til curtain.”
' i-i know ... i'm just putting some finishing touches on this outfit. '
There’s something off and he knows it. He just can’t figure out what it is. He’ll sigh as Robert stutters over his words, moving forward and softly pressing his lips against the boy’s. He looked scared and panicked, but Forrest had been taken off guard by…by whatever it was that he had felt move.
"It’s okay. I just was taken off guard by whatever it was…You…can tell me or not. I could just back off and uhm let you change or whatever. Sorry."
{♟} -
' no - uh ... it's okay, it was nothin' , i-i just don't wanna stop kissin' you. '
( he's smile softly at the other, his heartbeat going a mile a minute, as his tail goes completely still against his thigh. he would try not to mess up again, and enjoy this guy's lips while they lasted. )
' if that's okay ? '
Forrest indulged in the sound of the other’s small whine, groaning lowly as he pressed their body’s together. He suckled at the flesh of Robert’s bottom lip when he felt a shift, an odd one that catches him off guard, enough to make him pull away.
"What was that?" He blinks in confusion, plush lips coated in saliva, "Something…like moved?"
{♟} -
{ he's in pure bliss one moment and thrust into pure panic the next. his cheeks flush a deep shade of red, and he knows miss elsa was right .. he can't fall in love with 'normies'. }
' it was uh ... nothin' - everythin's fine, mister ... i - i - '
{ he's done, over with ! this guy's gonna find out and either throw him out into the rain, or call the police. }
" it’s fine.. just stop hanging them, okay? you’ve hung more than enough. “
' sure thing, miss esmerelda - i suppose i just get a little crazy with christmas decorations. '
"Robbie?" She calls in a soft voice, not wanting to wake her sleeping family in the tents that surrounded them. “Would you mind terribly helping me clean up a bit?”
{ the shy boy is lounging on his couch when he hears the girl's question. }
' of course, miss noah ... what are we cleaning, exactly ? '
"So it’s your fault I’ve had to kiss six different people?”
{ he'll look down in embarrasment. }
' sorry miss esmerelda ... '
{ open starter. }
"I swear to GOD if I walk under one more goddamn mistletoe I’m punching whoever hung these up.”
{ he'll slowly hide the box of mistletoe behind his back ; tail drooping. }
o p e n
' i remember momma used to take me out on a night walk to look at all of the christmas lights ... she used to decorate the house with pretty white lights. '
“When I was little, I used to be afraid of mummies. And now look at me. I love dead people!”
' mummies never scared me as much as zombies did - wait what ? '
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