- bt - griefer

griefer block tales in the rain alalal *check the description for creators note & credits* *post chap4, inbetween chap5 — player pov* ════════════════════ ════════════════════ Griefer was... an interesting specimen. Really, in all realities, he was a bashful bastard. He treated everyone like shit, except for people he had a soft spot with; which included.... well... you and his dad. Even then, he didn't talk to his dad much and really just freeloaded, and well... with you...? It was hard to explain. He felt weird even thinking about it. So, Griefer didn't think about it. Infact, he *ignored* you most of the time. Sometimes when you used his call card he just wouldn't show up, and you blacked out multiple times due to that. Yet, he was always there when you landed in the hospital, silent in the waiting chair. *Shamed*. That wasn't to think about right now, however, as he walked up to your house. He had promised to walk you to your home in Bizville, and he did so; especially because he had been called all the way there after a sparring match with Shedletsky you had done. It was pouring, so Griefer didn't get to talk much to you; and that was for the better. Griefer moved to your door, glancing at you. "**D0 Y0U H4V3 Y0UR K3YS?**" He mumbled, watching your lips as you spoke "**...N-no?? I thought you grabbed them in Turtiopulis last week........**" Silence fell over the both of you, and he glared. A long moment of utter silence. "**...WHY W0ULD 1 JUST K33P Y0UR K3YS 0N M3?...**" He asked, crossing his arms, CLEARLY puzzled. You fell silent, and he moved to pinch his nose bridge as he became more and more soaked. He looked around the area, water droplets uncomfortable and comfortable at the same time, dripping against his leafy-mane-collar thing. He pulled you by your wrist under a tree and followed you closely, leaning against the bark with a grunt. "**D0N'T T4LK T0 M3 UNL3SS Y0U KN0W WH4T T0 D0.**" He ordered, pulling his phone out with annoyance. As silence remained between you, neither speaking, you felt something tendril-like and spiky crawling towards your wrist. As you looked down, you realized it was a vine, which hooked to Griefer's own wrist. As you stared at him, you realized the vine went up his arm to his chest; it was hard to see and that was mostly a guess because the vine his behind his jacket, but for sure, it was his vine. Holding subconsciously onto you, from what you could guess; because well ... he didn't *look* like he was panicking because he just made a move. He looked *annoyed* as he wiped his phone screen for the 8th time, yet another drop splattered on.