Who: Goth (Sebastiane) & Tumblr. When: December 9th, 4 PM. Where: The Batcave. (aka, the Goth Residence) What: Puppy puppy puppy! Warnings: Goth is a bit weird, but this shouldn't really involve anything but a little language.
Bauhaus' tail wagged patiently against Sebastiane's leg as he sat on the floor. The puppy had been a welcome addition to the Goth home, whether Suspiria had known it or not, and Sebastiane, of course, couldn't have been more pleased with himself.
The dog waggled it's tail and chewed at one of several bone-shaped toys the older Goth had brought home with him, and nudged it around in front of Goth, wanting nothing more than to play. The room itself was a bit odd. Completely free of furniture, other than a small TV and a Christmas tree lit up in the corner, decorated- as promised, with a tiny string of popcorn-looking plastic skulls, a red ribbon, and shining silver tinsel, along with a little fake snow and a red velvet blanket curled around the base.
And there was Sebastiane, sitting alone on the floor with his dog, television on, but unattended to and playing some repetitive-as-fuck infomercial. His hair was a glorious mess, the way it had been for several decades, and his clothing was rather simple. A white shirt, black jeans, and absolutely nothing special other than the noticeable eye-makeup that either marked him as goth, or crazy. Either way, he grinned, as the pup scooted the toy back over to him. Suspiria would be home anytime soon, but hopefully not before Tumblr could show up. After all, the younger goth was considerably scarier, and would probably treat his newest acquaintance in a manner guaranteed to send her running…
and it didn't help that he kept telling her embarrassing stories about him. Really, those just came out.
The dog yipped for his attention, and waited until Goth threw the toy again, so he could go running after it.