Funnymouth- ;He slowly opens the door to the apartment of what was once a man in his early twenties. He sits at his desk and logs into an IRC chatroom, the keys of his computer glistening from his cold and slimy fingertips. The light of the screen is the only luminescence in the room and it reflects dully off of Funnymouth's tongue. The walls are covered in writing: "funnymouthfunnymouthfunnymouth" "what a handsome face" "they can like it too".;
Scarlet:-sighs and sits up stretching then smiles- oh I know ill do what um human mothers do when they wish to stay fit i'll take up yoga and expanding my mental as well as physical strength
Jiro: Surely such a...Nephil like you can't have any buisness with him -eyes him down- Skullington: oh come now Jiro let me hear what the boy has to stay -Large doors swing open- Jiro: Fine...As you wish Lord Skullington. This way -motions light-