Gricko: You're Bleeding Out And Going To Need A Transfusion! What's Your Blood Type!?

Gricko: You're bleeding out and going to need a transfusion! What's your blood type!?

Frost: B... positive...

Gricko: I'M TRYING BUT YOU'RE BLEEDING A LOT!

(@fallen-shamans-spirit)

*It's late. It's very late, so much so that all who can be asleep are as such. Late enough that no words are spoken, no distraction made.*

*Briggsy, too, would be asleep, as a chill shrouds any flesh not shielded by a blanket's warmth, sudden and harsh enough to touse him.*

*Briggsy shifts and murmurs in his sleep, slowly coming to consciousness as a chill overtakes his body. He’s a bit disoriented when he opens his eyes*

“Huh…. wuzzit…..”

Gricko: sapnu puaS.

Frost: What??

Kremy: What language is that.

Gricko: Turn your phone 180 degrees.

*Gricko was removed from the groupchat

Kremy: My stomach growled super loud in French.

Kremy: I would like to clarify, my stomach did not speak in French. It growled during French class.

Frost: Bonjour.

Gideon: Le growl.

Gricko: Hon hon hon, feed me a baguette.

Frost: What do you call a dictionary on drugs? 
 

Kremy: If you say “addict-ionary” I swear I will cut you. 
 

Frost: I was actually going to say “high definition”, but your answer much better.

Kremy: …

Gideon: Guys look, my picture is everywhere, I’m famous!

Kremy: …Those are wanted posters, Gid.

Gideon: I’m ✨famous✨