a nice warm bowl of mac and ghoulda

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"Speech!"

Macabre was lucky to have Ghoul beside him. Limp and all. His larger brother would always look out for him, and with his one eye permanently damaged, he’d need the extra set of functioning eyes. Just to keep watch when he wasn’t able to see what came his way. He considered himself pretty capable of looking out for himself, but that was the ego talking, perhaps - he was smaller, half blinded too. Easy prey, in a sense. Well, whatever; Mac wasn’t fixing to get into any spars any time soon. Perhaps the idea of fighting simply to shed blood was behind him..unless it was a corpse needing to be skinned and taxidermied.

The tar pie began to congeal in his paws, making him all the more messy and sticky. The stuff was goong to take forever to get out of his fur, but not like it didn’t blend into his chaotic smattering of spots, anyways. He watched with a wide grin as Ghoul suddenly hopped off, turned, and swung a glob of tar towards his face. Ah, think fast! He felt the spray of tar past his face as it was flung by him, landing on the ground with a wet splat.

"Absolutely delicious!" He yelled back, bouncing up and down in his spot.