Homicidal Cat Boy

Homicidal cat boy

Dimitrescu Daughters. Aint they just lovely!

drink up.

no, i swear, it's water.

why would i ever

poison you

see? I'm drinking mine too

not a drop left in my glass

see?

you're tiring, you know that?

it's exhausting to constantly write about you

i hope you find solace

in the glass

at least yours will taste like mint

and alcohol

your favourite flavours.

mine tasted like my tears

and a bit bitter

too.

it's a weird aftertaste.

i wonder what socrates'

tasted like.

and what they burried him with

he never wrote anything,

anyway.

so what did he journey

hades with?

he couldn't have gone

empty handed.

that's not good manners

you taught me that.

here, take this paper

write down your name

or your favourtie colour

you don't have one, i know

but you can write down

any

colour

i don't know your handwriting

isn't that sad?

how do your r's curl

and your t's cross?

mine is a carbon copy of hers

i say that cause i know

you don't know mine

either

like you don't know

your favourite colour

or mine

or how the drink tasted

it takes years to brew,

you know

it takes years to reach this point

i hope you never

reach it

like you never reach me

like you never know

your favourite colour

or mine

come on, write down

your name

or how good your drink was

or that you love me

or don't

you know i never say it back

i need to learn

your handwriting

to see it now and know it's yours

write something down

on the paper

please

they need to have something

to burry us with

before the drinks kick in.

handwriting

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Paper Towels + Little Nightmares 2 animatic 

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