*Oh my goodness I have the perfect character for this. Anyone from Button’s Best would know.*
A man in a suit walks into the place. Man isn’t really the right words though, a fabulous looking, muscular robot. Silverfoot is written on the side of the breast of his suit, the suit a light red velvet color. Steampunk like contraptions on his body release steam. His hands in his pockets as he lights a cigarette for himself, his liquid face making a mouth for him to smoke with.
*Oh my goodness I have the perfect character for this. Anyone from Button’s Best would know.*
A man in a suit walks into the place. Man isn’t really the right words though, a fabulous looking, muscular robot. Silverfoot is written on the side of the breast of his suit, the suit a light red velvet color. Steampunk like contraptions on his body release steam. His hands in his pockets as he lights a cigarette for himself, his liquid face making a mouth for him to smoke with.
*He’s basically just Sanji but a robot.*
The host, a younger woman who barely rises over the podium she waits at, smiles at the 'man'. "How can I help you?"
He smiles at her and bows, his voice smoother than silk could ever dream to be “Hello beautiful. Your presence is more than I could ever wish for.”
*Oh my goodness I have the perfect character for this. Anyone from Button’s Best would know.*
A man in a suit walks into the place. Man isn’t really the right words though, a fabulous looking, muscular robot. Silverfoot is written on the side of the breast of his suit, the suit a light red velvet color. Steampunk like contraptions on his body release steam. His hands in his pockets as he lights a cigarette for himself, his liquid face making a mouth for him to smoke with.
*He’s basically just Sanji but a robot.*
The host, a younger woman who barely rises over the podium she waits at, smiles at the 'man'. "How can I help you?"
He smiles at her and bows, his voice smoother than silk could ever dream to be “Hello beautiful. Your presence is more than I could ever wish for.”
"Ahhh, flattery wont get you a table, Sir." She is stone cold, almost like a certain archeologist
He smiles even wider “Oh but of course, that is an outcome I should have expected. One table if you would kindly provide.” He raises from his bow and snuffs out his cigarette with tact.
Yo, I’m Himy, He/Him. I enjoy reading books, understanding why and how things work, anime/manga, video games and obviously, TTRPGS. I’m not the sharpest tool in the shed, but I like to think Im close. I’m good at trivia, history and science
I struggle with empathy. If you’re not sure what I mean by that, it basically means it’s hard for me to understand the mental state of others and respond with the right emotions
*Oh my goodness I have the perfect character for this. Anyone from Button’s Best would know.*
A man in a suit walks into the place. Man isn’t really the right words though, a fabulous looking, muscular robot. Silverfoot is written on the side of the breast of his suit, the suit a light red velvet color. Steampunk like contraptions on his body release steam. His hands in his pockets as he lights a cigarette for himself, his liquid face making a mouth for him to smoke with.
*He’s basically just Sanji but a robot.*
The host, a younger woman who barely rises over the podium she waits at, smiles at the 'man'. "How can I help you?"
He smiles at her and bows, his voice smoother than silk could ever dream to be “Hello beautiful. Your presence is more than I could ever wish for.”
"Ahhh, flattery wont get you a table, Sir." She is stone cold, almost like a certain archeologist
He smiles even wider “Oh but of course, that is an outcome I should have expected. One table if you would kindly provide.” He raises from his bow and snuffs out his cigarette with tact.
"Well, today isnt very busy.." She looks down at her guest book.. "follow me, sir."
He puts his hands in his pockets and follows after the woman with little issue, “I’m quite the cook, if yours want to take a little break.”
Yo, I’m Himy, He/Him. I enjoy reading books, understanding why and how things work, anime/manga, video games and obviously, TTRPGS. I’m not the sharpest tool in the shed, but I like to think Im close. I’m good at trivia, history and science
I struggle with empathy. If you’re not sure what I mean by that, it basically means it’s hard for me to understand the mental state of others and respond with the right emotions
Yo, I’m Himy, He/Him. I enjoy reading books, understanding why and how things work, anime/manga, video games and obviously, TTRPGS. I’m not the sharpest tool in the shed, but I like to think Im close. I’m good at trivia, history and science
I struggle with empathy. If you’re not sure what I mean by that, it basically means it’s hard for me to understand the mental state of others and respond with the right emotions
*I would enter with a plume of smog... but I need a character. Also, I know nothing about One Piece other than it's very good and among the longest running animes in existence.*
*Oh my goodness I have the perfect character for this. Anyone from Button’s Best would know.*
A man in a suit walks into the place. Man isn’t really the right words though, a fabulous looking, muscular robot. Silverfoot is written on the side of the breast of his suit, the suit a light red velvet color. Steampunk like contraptions on his body release steam. His hands in his pockets as he lights a cigarette for himself, his liquid face making a mouth for him to smoke with.
*He’s basically just Sanji but a robot.*
The host, a younger woman who barely rises over the podium she waits at, smiles at the 'man'. "How can I help you?"
He smiles at her and bows, his voice smoother than silk could ever dream to be “Hello beautiful. Your presence is more than I could ever wish for.”
"Ahhh, flattery wont get you a table, Sir." She is stone cold, almost like a certain archeologist
He smiles even wider “Oh but of course, that is an outcome I should have expected. One table if you would kindly provide.” He raises from his bow and snuffs out his cigarette with tact.
"Well, today isnt very busy.." She looks down at her guest book.. "follow me, sir."
He puts his hands in his pockets and follows after the woman with little issue, “I’m quite the cook, if yours want to take a little break.”
"Ours are paid enough not to complain, and if they do, they get shipped back to the Marines." She says, shrugging. He is lead past a rowdy table consisting of a party of 10 pirates, most of them being recognizable.
He sits at the table, ignoring the pirates almost entirely. He lights another cigarette and drinks from his flask, before realizing it’s probably not allowed and concealing it in his suit.
*Oh my goodness I have the perfect character for this. Anyone from Button’s Best would know.*
A man in a suit walks into the place. Man isn’t really the right words though, a fabulous looking, muscular robot. Silverfoot is written on the side of the breast of his suit, the suit a light red velvet color. Steampunk like contraptions on his body release steam. His hands in his pockets as he lights a cigarette for himself, his liquid face making a mouth for him to smoke with.
*He’s basically just Sanji but a robot.*
He smiles at her and bows, his voice smoother than silk could ever dream to be “Hello beautiful. Your presence is more than I could ever wish for.”
He smiles even wider “Oh but of course, that is an outcome I should have expected. One table if you would kindly provide.” He raises from his bow and snuffs out his cigarette with tact.
*Hmmm. Ideas ideas*
Yo, I’m Himy, He/Him. I enjoy reading books, understanding why and how things work, anime/manga, video games and obviously, TTRPGS. I’m not the sharpest tool in the shed, but I like to think Im close. I’m good at trivia, history and science
I struggle with empathy. If you’re not sure what I mean by that, it basically means it’s hard for me to understand the mental state of others and respond with the right emotions
Should be all the important bits. Sweet
He puts his hands in his pockets and follows after the woman with little issue, “I’m quite the cook, if yours want to take a little break.”
*This looks fun, Plume. I could introduce some characters from a pirate crew I created for the One Piece world a long while ago.*
*Could I potentially be a fishman?*
Yo, I’m Himy, He/Him. I enjoy reading books, understanding why and how things work, anime/manga, video games and obviously, TTRPGS. I’m not the sharpest tool in the shed, but I like to think Im close. I’m good at trivia, history and science
I struggle with empathy. If you’re not sure what I mean by that, it basically means it’s hard for me to understand the mental state of others and respond with the right emotions
Should be all the important bits. Sweet
*YES! FISHMAN KARATE!*
Yo, I’m Himy, He/Him. I enjoy reading books, understanding why and how things work, anime/manga, video games and obviously, TTRPGS. I’m not the sharpest tool in the shed, but I like to think Im close. I’m good at trivia, history and science
I struggle with empathy. If you’re not sure what I mean by that, it basically means it’s hard for me to understand the mental state of others and respond with the right emotions
Should be all the important bits. Sweet
*I would enter with a plume of smog... but I need a character. Also, I know nothing about One Piece other than it's very good and among the longest running animes in existence.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
He sits at the table, ignoring the pirates almost entirely. He lights another cigarette and drinks from his flask, before realizing it’s probably not allowed and concealing it in his suit.