Sleepy-quentin - Sleepy Quentin💤

Alr so some quick stuff from the mun quentin

I need to get my grades up or else im screwed

So i wont be as active (as if i was active??? Lmao)

You can still ask stuff itll just take longer than usual

Quentin smiled softly and pressed his cheek to Lobo's head

'Holy fucking shit'

The teen buzzed with joy, there was truly nothing softer than lobo it seems.

He took notice of Lobo's tail wagging and let out a breathy chuckle

(I promise I didn't forget about this, I just suck at coming up with good lines to write, it's been years since I've lasted rp with someone sjsjs)

"Hi" came the deep, simple and rusty voice from the canine mouth of Lobo, staring at Quentin with his bright red eyes beneath the black hood of his poncho. He grinned, teeth flashing slightly while the wind brushed ghostly through his white fur.

He just found Quentin in the bar of Mount Ormond, leaning in the doorway, slightly leaned forward interested in the other one.

"May you want some company of the old wolf I am? I won't bite... probably." He asked with a vibrating voice.

The teenager looks in the direct on where the voice was heard. He slightly tilt his head.

"I dont mind if you join, if you bite I'll bite back bud" it chuckled. Looking into the fellows red eyes, "So where did you come from?"

As Dwight sung quentin rested his head on his shoulder, smiling to himself. Soon Quentin started rocking himself front to back, in the end it didn't take long for the sleep deprived teen to drift off to sleep. Snoring lightly as his rocking stopped and he began to feel like deadweight on Dwight's shoulder.

During his slumber, strings of incomplete sentences left his mouth, sounding more like conversations youd hear taking a bus with a group of kids, meaningless topics. The warm fire soon died out, and Quentin has yet to stir awake, peacefully staying still again Dwight.

"Dwight, bigman if you will, how are you? How's life?" quentin leans on the log in front of the campfire

"Do you mind staying up with me? I kinda can't sleep... Not like I really did before hand"

The teen sat on the log with his legs close to his chest and chuck a piece of firewood into the center of the already lit makeshift fireplace

(Yippee interaction! -mun)

- @sleepy-quentin

The nickname earned Quentin a snort of a laugh and a crooked grin, "Bigman?? Since when?" Dwight settled onto the long next to the teen. Leaning forward so his elbows rested on his knees, head cocked slightly. "I've been doing good, man." The more open friendly expression traded for something a little more concerned, lines etching into his brow. "What's gotcha up ? Something going one or uh- just- not able to?"

I love them sm

@disasters-of-dbd

Drew some lobo and Quentin -Mun

Any survivors that you like? Any survivors that you hate?

I mean

I like steve the most, dont really hate anyone

-Quentin

(Ive been struggling to draw for thos im sorry)

" You're never leaving here alive."

Quentin didn't take the clown seriously

So um…Freddy found out you gave me his number…🧍🏼

SUP LITTLE BITCH BOY

RAAAAAAHHH

-Freddy

Sup pizzaface

Doing this with Quentin in hopes of getting morr activity

Truth or Dare.

Send ‘ Truth ’ + a question, and my muse must answer it honestly, telling the complete truth. Send ‘ Dare ’ + a dare, and my muse must do it right now, following through to the letter.

What if i did a little bite and chew on the batface

Bat-face scribbles.