forum Of Monsters and Men (opppppppppppppppppeeeeeeeeenenenenenenn)

Started November 04, 2019 by Deleted user

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I am as well!

i’m ready!

The sun rose, peeking in through the small curtains. Francis slowly rolled out of bed, stretching. He yawns, messing his hair. Another day, another…well, day. He goes down to the kitchen and starts making breakfast.

Klaus stumbled downstairs, hand slapping on the wall with every step. He glanced at Francis, bleary eyed, yawning to reveal his jagged and sharp teeth. "Mornin'."

Archer woke up with a yawn, running his hand through his hair before going downstairs. The nice thing about being a ghost was that he didn’t have to brush his teeth, shave, or change his clothes since he was wearing the same clothes that he had been cursed in (which kind of sucked, since they were now wildly out of fashion). He went downstairs to see the others, and smiled sleepily.

“Hey guys,” he said pleasantly.

"G'morning Archer." He hopped up onto the counter, ducking down to avoid smacking his head on the cabinets as he sat down. "Had a good night?"

Kalervo soon arrived downstairs, clad in winter esque clothing as usual. He didn’t look in the least bit tired, despite having just woken up - or maybe he had been up for a while after all. It was hard to tell with him.

He arrives into the kitchen, joining the rest of them. “Morning, everyone.” He greets, giving his arms a slight stretch as he settles in.

"Yeah, what about you?" Archer responded to Klaus, walking over to the counter and standing by it. In the back of his mind he wondered if the others found it odd that he slept, being a ghost and all. To Kalervo he added, "Morning," and nodded his head in acknowledgement.

"It's been fine, just woke up, so I can't say a whole lot right now.." He yawned, making the same small whine that a dog would. His voice seemed to get a little less tired after that. "Oh- morning!" He looked at Kalervo, waving slightly.

“What are you guys gonna do today?” Archer asked, running a hand through his hair again. He decided to hover slightly sitting crosslegged.

"Bark at cops, eat a pedestrian or two, normal werewolf stuff." Klaus barked out laughter, shaking his head. "I'm just fuckin' with you- probably get groceries. I'm off work today, so may as well get some damn food. Tryna not starve, you feel?"

“That’s probably a good idea,” Archer responded, chuckling. He didn’t want to admit that he had totally bought the joke thing for a moment. He also tended to forget about food, since he couldn’t eat anyway. “Sounds more interesting than what I was going to do today, which is probably just reading or something.”

"I don't think I've even picked up a book since like.. junior year. I didn't think I could find something less interesting than standing in the grocery section of a Walmart trying not to snap the head off a toddler." He couldn't seem to stop petting the buzzed hair on his head. "You wanna go?"

“Wouldn’t people freak out?” he asked nervously, looking down at his pale features. He was practically translucent, and the others could see right through him if they concentrated. “It’s been years since I actually went out in public.”

"Last week I got into a fistfight in a Dollar Tree and nobody batted an eye, you'll be fine." Klaus shrugged. "It'll be fun! Vegetable shopping with the boys, what's better than that?"

Archer looked a bit nervous, but nodded hesitantly. “Sure, I guess,” he agreed, gradually seeming more optimistic. “I could go corporeal if I have to pick something up, I guess.”

"Then it's decided! We're to go to the hallowed lands of Walmart for… apples? I'm gonna make a list."

“Okay,” Archer added with a bit of a smile. Grocery shopping may not seem exciting to most, but Archer had hardly ventured out of the house since moving there, so any reason to leave was exciting to him. “I’d help you, but I don’t exactly eat so I don’t know how much help it would be…”

"Well, I can't eat a quarter of the shit humans can, so… for me I just look for human food dogs can eat and then that's what I get. It sounds really weird when I say it out loud, but doesn't make me sick or dead, so I say it works. Sucks ass sometimes, but whatever." He hopped off the counter, very nearly cracking his head on the corner of the cabinet. "Time to get dressed, then."

“Okay, I’ll probably be in the attic like usual if I’m not here, so just let me know when it’s time to leave,” Archer replied, once again both sad and thankful that he didn’t have to get dressed. He winced as the other boy almost hit his head.

"Uh-huh." Klaus scrambled upstairs, flinging himself into his room to stare at his closet for 15 minutes. Today's outfit was like any of his others- 80s punk vibes without a doubt. He scurried back down to the kitchen, glancing around for Archer.

Archer was still in the kitchen, this time reading a book. It was his favorite kind—fantasy. He didn’t notice Klaus come in, as he was deep in the book. It hovered in front of him, the pages turning once Archer finished his page because it was easier than being corporeal and it looked cool, in Archer’s opinion.

"You ready?" He walked up behind Archer, hands in his pockets.

Archer jumped, his book falling to the ground with a thud. “Oh, yeah, I’m ready,” he responded, glancing up at Klaus. He sent the book from the floor to the table.

"Alright! Let's rock an' roll, brother!" He twirled his car keys around his finger, making strides for the door.

Archer trailed after him, a bit excited, even though it was probably lame to the others. He swung the door open with his powers, giving a small smile. Despite his somewhat shy demeanor, he secretly liked showing off when he could.

"Ah, thanks. Just a heads up, my car is kinda trashed. I'll clean her later, I just haven't had time for a while, you feel?" He glanced at Archer when he spoke.

Archer shrugged. “I mean, not really. I haven’t driven a car since like 1918…” he said with a wry smile. “It’s fine though. I’ve never been a tidy person either.”

"1918? Damn. That's a hot minute, ain't it? Just.. ignore the water bottles, I guess."

“Yeah, it is,” he said, as if just realizing it himself. “I never mentioned that I’m like 120? Huh. Sometimes I forget to tell people that and then just talk about stuff that happened a century ago.” He laughed.