[ In Progress ] Double Bubble, Toil and Trouble

[moralsintact]

Who: D [ moralsintact ], Danny [ totallynotaspaz ], with appearances of Lefty and swearing parrots
Where: D and Danny's room
When: Wednesday, February 3rd
Summary: D is busy attempting to make uh...blood capsules. Yeah. And in walks Danny to see the morbid science take place!
Warnings: ...8D;; Child conditioning Lefty being a pervert ;~;, self-inflicted violence (I swear,

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[totallynotaspaz]

School. It was tedious, it was boring, and it was certainly a place Danny didn't want to be. But, he figured, it was better than doing nothing all day, everyday. And what would happen when he went back to Amity Park? He wasn't going to go back and repeat high school.

Still...just because Danny voluntarily went to school didn't mean he really enjoyed it. Exhausted from a day of waiting for his brain to go numb and shrivel up, he opened the door to his room and threw his bag on the bed. It was then that he noticed D was in the room too, and suddenly he seemed a lot less exhausted.

He approached his roommate, and the collection of strange items in front of him. "So...what's all this supposed to be?"

[moralsintact]

"Cookin', kid!" Lefty spoke from D's waist. The dhampir was surveying the objects in front of him before finally reaching out,grasping the honey. "Makin' somethin' delicious for a certain bea-YOO-tee-ful~ blond on the island!"

"Quiet," D stated sharply, measuring out the honey. A quarter of a cup. His lavender eyes looked back at his young roommate, his tone growing more gentle as the sight of the blue-eyed boy. "Don't listen to him, Danny."

Danny. That name always struck a chord somewhere in D, but... he wasn't sure why, yet. Perhaps it would just be another thing he'd remember, eventually.

"How was school?"

[totallynotaspaz]

Danny couldn't help but shudder when D's hand started talking. It always really creeped him out, so he settled for ignoring the hand whenever he/it/whatever started talking.

"It was okay. 'Bout the same as usual," he answered somewhat absentmindedly, a lot more interested in D's vast array of instruments. He leaned to get a closer look and raised an eyebrow in curiosity.

"What do you need foil and honey and...a syringe for?"

/goes add warnings now :|

[moralsintact]

"You'll understand when yer older~" Left Hand spoke in a wistful tone as D closed the bear bottle of honey. He spared a glance at the measuring cup, deciding it was enough before he started undoing the laces on his black leather gauntlet. He closed his left hand in a fist while he took it off, but Lefty's voice could still be heard, though it was a bit muffled. "You're still prepubescent, yeah~?"

Oh god. D shook his head, setting the gauntlet down.

"I'm making something." He reached to the belt at his side, pulling out a small silver dagger. "Look away if you're easily subjective to seeing blood."

With that, he cut into his flesh, a deep, fine line. D slid it up his arm, the deep red liquid poling up on his moon-pale skin.

I could make a "crawling in my skin" reference here

[totallynotaspaz]

Danny, for all his effort trying to ignore the stupid talking hand, frowned, but managed to not retaliate. As it was, he didn't have to, since the parrots decided to pipe up. "Cockbite!" squawked Polly, as though in response to Lefty's question. Then Cracker: "Scrawny cockbite!"

Danny grumbled and glared at the stupid parrots that technically weren't his, but turned his attention back to D in time to see him cut his arm. Danny wasn't entirely sure how to react. It wasn't as though he was queasy at the sight of blood, he just wasn't seeing the connection between honey, tin foil, and blood.

"Uh...what are you doing?"

D: Why didn't you?!

[moralsintact]

Lefty seemed to chuckle at the parrots. "Man, they really know how to start a conversation! Hey, Hey D, D, why don't I get to talk to these guys more often? HEY, BIRDS, WHAT ELSE IS HE?!"

D buried the blade deeper into his skin, until a good inch of the knife was inside of him. His lips were pressed together--it did hurt, but it wasn't anything totally grimacing. He held his arm over the measuring cup, allowing the blood to pool inside. Since the honey was thick, the blood merely piled on top of it.

"Making medicine."

"Blood capsules!" Lefty rang out.

well FINE! "Craaaaaawling iiiiin his skiiiiiiin, his woooouuuunds are self-inflicteeeeed"

[totallynotaspaz]

Danny smacked his face with the palm of his hands as his parrots unleashed a barrage of insults. "Son of a bitch! Fuckmonkey! Tardleech! Cockstriped weaselmonger! Snotnosed little fuck! Shitzebra! Bitchnerd!" What had Grif been teaching to these parrots before he left?!

Once the parrots settled down (or as much as they would now that they got started), Danny looked back down, staring at the honey and blood mixture. Medicine made sense, more or le--

"Blood capsules? What do you need blood capsules for?!" Danny stared at the materials scattered around D once again. These were for blood capsules?

8D *lights a stick and sways it*

[moralsintact]

"Someone on the island needs them." D wasn't going to just throw about Takuma's name.

"A vampire," Lefty added, grinning from pinky-to-thumb. The parrots were great! "OKAY, OKAY MY TURN!" Lefty exclaimed, nodding.

"Cock mongler! Cumdumpster! Slutbucket! Faghat! Bitchbritches!"

dude, bitchbritches? Props for that one!

[totallynotaspaz]

Normally Danny would think D was just kidding about making blood capsules for vampires, but he'd been here long enough to realize that vampires probably were real. (Talking black holes in hands, however, were still a bit much for him to absorb.)

"So...you're giving them your own blood and honey?" Danny wasn't sure where the honey came in. Weren't vampires supposed to like blood just as it was?

...And then the parrots: "Butterfucker! Fagsatchel! Goatfucker! Assbiscuit! Thundercunt! Fucknugget!" Ignore the parrots, ignore the parrots, ignore the parrots...

Tardleech had a certain charm to it, as well.

[moralsintact]

"The honey is acting as a sort of bonding agent in order to turn it into proper capsule when frozen. Otherwise, the pills will break and won't reach their destination of being put into a beverage, such as water or wine. Blood itself also doesn't dissolve in water, which is why its hard to clean out of clothes and other materials."

Lefty took a deep breath, responding back. "Blisterpisser! Twatfucker! Cuntpacking Assmuncher! Floral faghag! Shitknickers! TAKE THAT, YA SCALLYWAGS, HAHAHAHA! You're better on a pirates shoulder repeatin' shit then makin' up yer own!"

D shook his head, holding a cloth to his arm to stop the bleeding. He stirred the mixture with his left hand while doing so. "It helps the subject in question has a penchant for sweets."

secret, these are my first insults. All those previous ones weren't mine. << >>

[totallynotaspaz]

"Oh." Danny kept staring at all the materials before asking: "So why are you doing this, anyway?" Danny assumed that this was so that whoever this vampire was, they wouldn't go around biting necks at night. Which he wasn't opposed to, but he had to wonder why D had volunteered to do this.

The parrots squawked loudly and angrily at Lefty's remark, making such a commotion in their cage that Danny almost went to get them to settle down. "Shitstitcher! Asstastic peanutfuck! Buttoncock! Ticklecunting bitchpisser! Cowboy asslicker!"