Reptiles out the whazoo

 Anonymous asked: "M!A you are now a tiny birb!"

vikingwithoutastory:

vikingwithoutastory:

[UM HELP I AM A TINY BIRD STUCK IN THE REPTILE HOUSE. HELP.]

 

[EWAN HOLY SHIT YOU’RE HUGE. EWAN PLS RECOGNIZE ME. TWEET LOUDLY AT EWAN.]

[WHAT THE.

oh hang on.]

Penny?

Yer a. Bird.




 Anonymous asked: "M!A you are now a tiny birb!"

vikingwithoutastory:

[UM HELP I AM A TINY BIRD STUCK IN THE REPTILE HOUSE. HELP.]

[??? THERE’S A TINY BIRB IN THE REPTILE HOUSE]




 Anonymous asked: "M!A: Seventeen Again! For the next week, the muse will be their 17-year-old self in all verses."

wasteland-sniper:

wasteland-sniper:

[In place of the ‘normal’ Eugene stood a lanky kid, about six feet in height and tan in colour. His expression was somewhat confused, and he looked like a lost child. This was enhanced by the way his clothes hung off his slim frame, and the way his hair hung in his face despite his efforts to move it. Glancing around, he bit his lip for a while before talking.]

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"W-well then…" 

 

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Following the birdman through the halls, he took in all the sights he could, his long legs making his strides awkward behind that of the short ginger. 

But when he turned to face him, Eugene jumped in surprise.

"Y-yeah?" 

No point in beating around the bush.

"Yer’ve been drinking, haven’t ya?" he asks, looking even more concerned than he did at first.




 Anonymous asked: "M!A: Seventeen Again! For the next week, the muse will be their 17-year-old self in all verses."

wasteland-sniper:

wasteland-sniper:

[In place of the ‘normal’ Eugene stood a lanky kid, about six feet in height and tan in colour. His expression was somewhat confused, and he looked like a lost child. This was enhanced by the way his clothes hung off his slim frame, and the way his hair hung in his face despite his efforts to move it. Glancing around, he bit his lip for a while before talking.]

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"W-well then…" 

 

Eugene nodded a little bit, but then he seemed to light up upon hearing the offer of a tour of the reptile house. He knew it would calm his nerves, despite the awful thoughts that were echoing in his mind. Nodding more, he tried to give a smile.

"I-I would like tha’, yeah…"

"Okay. Okay, well, yer’ve got saller reptiles tae th’ left, snakes and lizards, and larger ones tae th’ right, crocs etcetera." he says, before pausing at the door.

"Eugene?" he asks, frowning slightly. Ewan can smell alcohol.




 Anonymous asked: "M!A: Seventeen Again! For the next week, the muse will be their 17-year-old self in all verses."

wasteland-sniper:

wasteland-sniper:

[In place of the ‘normal’ Eugene stood a lanky kid, about six feet in height and tan in colour. His expression was somewhat confused, and he looked like a lost child. This was enhanced by the way his clothes hung off his slim frame, and the way his hair hung in his face despite his efforts to move it. Glancing around, he bit his lip for a while before talking.]

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"W-well then…" 

 

The look of shock on Ewan’s face made Eugene uncomfortable and even more nervous than before. To see the other, who had previously been telling him that all was going to be well, now surprised and a bit upset was more than…unsettling to him. 

"Wh-what?" 

"Sorry, ya just, uh. Same name as someone else I knew, threw me off slightly." Ewan said, dismissing it with a wave of his hand and a shrug. 

"Its ok, I’m sorry about that. Tell ya what. Would ya like tae look round th’ reptile house?" he asks. If its Eugene then he thinks he knows the answer.




 Anonymous asked: "M!A: Seventeen Again! For the next week, the muse will be their 17-year-old self in all verses."

wasteland-sniper:

wasteland-sniper:

[In place of the ‘normal’ Eugene stood a lanky kid, about six feet in height and tan in colour. His expression was somewhat confused, and he looked like a lost child. This was enhanced by the way his clothes hung off his slim frame, and the way his hair hung in his face despite his efforts to move it. Glancing around, he bit his lip for a while before talking.]

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"W-well then…" 

 

Eugene shoved his hand further in his pockets, nodding slowly.

"I-I…could call M-Mum an’ Da…b-but they’re gonna be livid," He stammered, his expression showing his terror. Things at home were less than stellar, and this would probably send his mother over the edge. She was already speaking to him less and less, due to his poor choices in coping with his problems. But to tell her that he ended up in some mysterious town and no recollection of how he got there was probably going to be enough to break the camel’s back. 

"An’ ‘m…Eugene." 

Okay so parents weren’t. Fantastic. But surely..

Wait what the fuck.

"Eugene?" he asks. Surprise and a little shock flickers across Ewan’s face before he pulls himself together. Ok. From what he’s gathered, Eugene has asked him for his name, so he doesn’t know who Ewan is. He’s fucking terrified, this is all new to him. He doesn’t know you, he doesn’t know the reptile house.

Crap. He feels like he’s prying into matters that he shouldn’t be seeing, not without the (older) sniper’s permission.




 Anonymous asked: "M!A: Seventeen Again! For the next week, the muse will be their 17-year-old self in all verses."

wasteland-sniper:

wasteland-sniper:

[In place of the ‘normal’ Eugene stood a lanky kid, about six feet in height and tan in colour. His expression was somewhat confused, and he looked like a lost child. This was enhanced by the way his clothes hung off his slim frame, and the way his hair hung in his face despite his efforts to move it. Glancing around, he bit his lip for a while before talking.]

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"W-well then…" 

 

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He couldn’t help but laugh at that, smiling a bit as he shook his head. “Nah, ‘m from Coober Pedy. I ain’ never been ta…what’d ya say? Night Vale? Tha’s…gotta be really far f-from home…” 

Eugene looked suddenly nervous again, the realisation of how far he was from setting in quickly. 

"Coober…" Ewan trailed off. Wasn’t that..

In Australia.

Oh jesus christ. There was no way of breaking this to a 17 year old gently. So Ewan was going to avoid it until he couldn’t for any longer.

"Hey, yer going tae be ok. D’ya have somebody tae call, tae let them know that yer alright?" he asks, and then tags on another question. "Sorry fer asking so many questions, but whats yer name?"




 Anonymous asked: "M!A: Seventeen Again! For the next week, the muse will be their 17-year-old self in all verses."

wasteland-sniper:

wasteland-sniper:

[In place of the ‘normal’ Eugene stood a lanky kid, about six feet in height and tan in colour. His expression was somewhat confused, and he looked like a lost child. This was enhanced by the way his clothes hung off his slim frame, and the way his hair hung in his face despite his efforts to move it. Glancing around, he bit his lip for a while before talking.]

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"W-well then…" 

 

Taking a few deep breaths, the Australian gave a curt nod. He looked down at the floor, inspecting the scuff marks on his well-worn boots, biting his lip again. Despite the other’s attempts to calm him, he was still on edge.

"So…uh…wha’s y-yer name?" Eugene looked up slowly, trying not to stare at the other’s wings

"I’m Ewan. Ewan Mckay, or ‘that fucking reptile dude’ if ya feel like it." he responds, noticing the staring. "I guess yer not from Night Vale." he adds.

"Can I get ya anything? Food, drink?" he asks, biting his lip gently, unbale to completely hide his concern.




 Anonymous asked: "M!A: Seventeen Again! For the next week, the muse will be their 17-year-old self in all verses."

wasteland-sniper:

wasteland-sniper:

[In place of the ‘normal’ Eugene stood a lanky kid, about six feet in height and tan in colour. His expression was somewhat confused, and he looked like a lost child. This was enhanced by the way his clothes hung off his slim frame, and the way his hair hung in his face despite his efforts to move it. Glancing around, he bit his lip for a while before talking.]

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"W-well then…" 

 

Spinning around on his heels, the teenager looked shocked as he saw the person speaking to him. Standing there for a few moments before speaking, Eugene continued to look scared by the other figure’s appearance. 

"I-I’m sorry, I jus’…saw tha sign out front an’ tha door was open an’ I-I-I…’m sorry…" He rambled, stammering over his words as he shoved his hands in his pockets. 

"Nae, nae its ok its ok calm down, I’m not going tae hurt ya." Ewan says, deciding that this kid didn’t seem to want to cause trouble, and just appeared to be. Lost? Lost and scared.

"Yer alright tae be here, I just forgot tae lock th’ door." he adds, pulling his wongs as close to himself as he can to try and make himself smaller, and therefore maybe a little less threatening. 




 Anonymous asked: "M!A: Seventeen Again! For the next week, the muse will be their 17-year-old self in all verses."

wasteland-sniper:

[In place of the ‘normal’ Eugene stood a lanky kid, about six feet in height and tan in colour. His expression was somewhat confused, and he looked like a lost child. This was enhanced by the way his clothes hung off his slim frame, and the way his hair hung in his face despite his efforts to move it. Glancing around, he bit his lip for a while before talking.]

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"W-well then…" 

"What th’ fu— How did ya get in here, kid?" Ewan asks. Out of all the things he expected to happen, finding a teenager in the reptile house was not one. 

Maybe he’d forgotten to lock the door? The reptile owner matched Eugene’s look of confusion, and his feathers rustled uneasily.