Psychotic Rat Central
*hugs* "It's okay I feel your pain" Shaco giggles

ask-asylum-shaco:

psychoticrat:

"Pain? What are you talking about? I’m not in pain." Wit continues to grumble as he is hugged.

"I care because you make me laugh… And you’re easy to annoy" Shaco rolls his eyes

Wit had a rather unamused look on his face, “How touching.” He spoke sarcastically, “Now, are you going to stop hugging me?”

*hugs* "It's okay I feel your pain" Shaco giggles

ask-asylum-shaco:

psychoticrat:

"Pain? What are you talking about? I’m not in pain." Wit continues to grumble as he is hugged.

"Tryndamere has never slapped me" shaco laughs "what’s wrong anyway…. You seem grumpier than usual"

He raised an eyebrow, which turned into a glare, “Grumpier? I’m not grumpy. This is my usual attitude…” He trailed off and let out a breath, “Why do you even care?”

*hugs* "It's okay I feel your pain" Shaco giggles

ask-asylum-shaco:

psychoticrat:

ask-asylum-shaco:

psychoticrat:

"Pain? What are you talking about? I’m not in pain." Wit continues to grumble as he is hugged.

"But you are in pain" shaco laughs "it’s okay…. Size doesn’t matter"

Wit raised an eyebrow, “I hope you realize that if you continue making dick jokes, I’m going to have yours removed and promptly shoved up your ass.”

"Dick joke?" Shaco acts confused "what joke? Insecurity on size is a serious issue" he sniggers

Wit rubbed his temples and pinched the bridge of his nose, “Shaco, honestly, I’m not in the mood for your… existence. I’d slap you around like a two-cent whore, but you’d probably like it. We all know you like it when Tryndamere or Draven does it.”

*hugs* "It's okay I feel your pain" Shaco giggles

ask-asylum-shaco:

psychoticrat:

"Pain? What are you talking about? I’m not in pain." Wit continues to grumble as he is hugged.

"But you are in pain" shaco laughs "it’s okay…. Size doesn’t matter"

Wit raised an eyebrow, “I hope you realize that if you continue making dick jokes, I’m going to have yours removed and promptly shoved up your ass.”

((Phen thinks Wit deserves a spike being impaled through his skull and spinal cord))

"Adorable. However, if you want me to feel pain, I recommend not aiming for the skull, or spinal cord, as it’ll damage the nerves in my body. Better luck next time."

*hugs* "It's okay I feel your pain" Shaco giggles

"Pain? What are you talking about? I’m not in pain." Wit continues to grumble as he is hugged.

GIVE MY MUSE WHAT YOUR MUSE THINKS THEY DESERVE! WHETHER IT BE A KISS, A PUNCH, A HARD SPANKING OR ANYTHING ELSE!
"A peculiar child, aren't you? Why are you wearing that makeup?" Wit blinked at the other, raising an eyebrow, "Are you some sort of cosplayer?" (directed towards Merry)

houseblackstone:

houseblackstone:

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"Um… hello." Merry stared at the talking rat. "Uh, no. I’m not a cosplayer. This makeup’s for… uh, work?" She wasn’t quite sure how to explain her costume or her status in Gotham’s underworld. She wasn’t a supervillain, and definitely not a hero, but she did associate with some of Gotham’s worst criminals, even if she didn’t make a point of assisting them. "I sort of live with a psychotic clown, so I have to dress accordingly and wear clown makeup."

"Yeah," Merry replied, a tad out of breath. She’d been sliding along the side of the sewer for a long time, and was nearly exhausted. She had to admit to herself that the initial excitement of the search had faded for her a bit. "Say, what time to you think it is?"

Wit tilted his head, “Rather late. There isn’t any light coming out of any grates nearby…” He squinted at the ceiling, “I suppose I’ll take you to the surface.” Wit held the girl’s hand again and led her over to a ladder, “Do you wish for me to assist you in going home, or are you alright walking alone?” 

"A peculiar child, aren't you? Why are you wearing that makeup?" Wit blinked at the other, raising an eyebrow, "Are you some sort of cosplayer?" (directed towards Merry)

houseblackstone:

houseblackstone:

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"Um… hello." Merry stared at the talking rat. "Uh, no. I’m not a cosplayer. This makeup’s for… uh, work?" She wasn’t quite sure how to explain her costume or her status in Gotham’s underworld. She wasn’t a supervillain, and definitely not a hero, but she did associate with some of Gotham’s worst criminals, even if she didn’t make a point of assisting them. "I sort of live with a psychotic clown, so I have to dress accordingly and wear clown makeup."

Merry nodded. “Yep, that’s his name,” she whispered back. “What I meant before, though, is that even if he tries to kill us, at least he’ll be the one looking stupid, you know what I mean?” She continued conversationally. “But I know him, so I think we’ll be okay.” She was becoming slightly less sure of herself than she was before. She was pretty sure Croc wouldn’t get violent with them. Pretty sure. However, although she’d met him a few times before, she realized she didn’t know much about the man or his personality. She decided, though, that it was too late to back out now, and that she’d just have to worry about it later.

Wit smiled and continued calling out Waylon’s name. He smiled at the girl. He supposed that a giant crocodile man going after two small individuals would be rather comical. After, what seemed hours, of calling out for the Killer Croc, Wit’s ears flipped back. He let out a puff of air, “I don’t think he’s down here right now…” He sighed and leaned against the wall. The rat’s eyebrows furrowed as he leaned down to rub one of his feet, “I don’t normally walk this much.” He chuckled lightly and looked up at Merry, “Are you okay?”

pestilentrat:

"Oh hi!"

Wit groaned and rolled his eyes, “What do you want?”