Lord's Rest Inn

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*Cut for Salem. Gtg soon.*

 “You’re beautiful, the most beautiful goddess I’ll ever hope to see. Don’t be shy around me, I’m your husband.”

 He raises an eyebrow “Do ya mind if a check ya on that? Just… wanna make sure.”

 He nods at them, following after them, putting all the gold and shiny things he’s found, leaving one thing in his pouch “Our home…”

 He takes his shift off to make it easier for them “If you want to, I don’t need it, eventually I’ll just get better.” When they get close Don kisses their forehead.

 "Alright, fine. so what's first?..."

"Sure, go ahead! just make sure you stand outta the way." He chuckles, pointing to his forehead.

"If it's acceptable to you."

"I'll just clean it then..." he kisses back, wiping the wound gently. "What the hell happened?.."

 “That’s up to you, it’s your workout, I’m just here to take part.” He smiles brightly.

 He puts the gun to their head, eyebrow still raised, thinking to himself ‘This guys probably crazy, so I’m doin’ him a favor.” And pulls the trigger.

 “I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else if you’re here I’m darling.”

 “Another bounty thought to try and fight, they lost.” He chuckles, the wound is deep, but not enough to be fatal is patched up well. 

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*good afternoon, my lovelies*

 *Hewwo :3, want to continue rp?*

 *oh no, you caught my disease. I must put you down, now. I'm sorry, husband*

*Sure*

 *(Scurries away)*

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 "Well, how about we warm up with a run? We just ate."

*Decisions, decisions...* The shot rings out through the tavern, the bullet stopping cold on the fluffy boy's forehead, and dropping to the floor."

She smiles, licking his head. "Then this is our home, my love."

"Wouldn't you fight if you had a bounty on your head?" He asks as he tosses the bloody rags away into the trash.

 He pops his legs, stretching "A run sounds good, laping the forest maybe?"

 He holsters Rosemary, picking up the bullet "Well ain't that somethin'. Good fer ya pardner." He raises them a flask full of hard whiskey, taking a swig.

 He smiles softly back, before breaking off from their gaze, breathing in the new home, before curling up on a fraction of the large bed.

 "I did, and I got a job offer instead of dying." He laughs, looking as his shirt is thrown away "Hmm, I needed a new one anyway."

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 "Well, how about we warm up with a run? We just ate."

*Decisions, decisions...* The shot rings out through the tavern, the bullet stopping cold on the fluffy boy's forehead, and dropping to the floor."

She smiles, licking his head. "Then this is our home, my love."

"Wouldn't you fight if you had a bounty on your head?" He asks as he tosses the bloody rags away into the trash.

 He pops his legs, stretching "A run sounds good, laping the forest maybe?"

 He holsters Rosemary, picking up the bullet "Well ain't that somethin'. Good fer ya pardner." He raises them a flask full of hard whiskey, taking a swig.

 He smiles softly back, before breaking off from their gaze, breathing in the new home, before curling up on a fraction of the large bed.

 "I did, and I got a job offer instead of dying." He laughs, looking as his shirt is thrown away "Hmm, I needed a new one anyway."

 She stretches lightly, nodding. "I would say so."

Woofy just stands there a moment before sitting down. "Pretty cool, right?..."

She contemplates laying on the pile of gold, but she pads over to the bed, snuggling up to him.

He hands them one of his own, snickering. It's a Weezer shirt. Who the hell is Weezer?

 “Lead the way my love, I’ll be right behind you.” He says like he didn’t throw off his shirt at the mention of exercise.

 He passes them the flask “Don’t know how ya did that pardner, but that was surely somethin.”

 He purrs softly at their touch, snuggling next to them, his fur soft as could be.

 He looks to the shirt confused before putting it on “What’s Weezer? Like some guy with a breathing problem?”

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 "Well, how about we warm up with a run? We just ate."

*Decisions, decisions...* The shot rings out through the tavern, the bullet stopping cold on the fluffy boy's forehead, and dropping to the floor."

She smiles, licking his head. "Then this is our home, my love."

"Wouldn't you fight if you had a bounty on your head?" He asks as he tosses the bloody rags away into the trash.

 He pops his legs, stretching "A run sounds good, laping the forest maybe?"

 He holsters Rosemary, picking up the bullet "Well ain't that somethin'. Good fer ya pardner." He raises them a flask full of hard whiskey, taking a swig.

 He smiles softly back, before breaking off from their gaze, breathing in the new home, before curling up on a fraction of the large bed.

 "I did, and I got a job offer instead of dying." He laughs, looking as his shirt is thrown away "Hmm, I needed a new one anyway."

 She stretches lightly, nodding. "I would say so."

Woofy just stands there a moment before sitting down. "Pretty cool, right?..."

She contemplates laying on the pile of gold, but she pads over to the bed, snuggling up to him.

He hands them one of his own, snickering. It's a Weezer shirt. Who the hell is Weezer?

 “Lead the way my love, I’ll be right behind you.” He says like he didn’t throw off his shirt at the mention of exercise.

 He passes them the flask “Don’t know how ya did that pardner, but that was surely somethin.”

 He purrs softly at their touch, snuggling next to them, his fur soft as could be.

 He looks to the shirt confused before putting it on “What’s Weezer? Like some guy with a breathing problem?”

 She begins to run through the forest, expecting him to follow. *good end?*

"I ate some weird fruit as a kid, and it gave me powers." he declines the flask, drinking from his glass of milk.

"I noticed you kept something for yourself from our haul... did you find the amethyst?"

He gasps, placing a paw over his heart in mock offense. "You don't know Weezer?" he says, teasingly. "They're only the most memed rock band from the 1290's."

 *Sure thing.*

 “Fruit?” He says the word like he hasn’t heard it before, taking the flask back and drinking from it, whiskey spilling out.

 He turns to them, his paws clasped together as he passes it to them, “I did, and now it is yours.” He hands them a very large amethyst.

 “Memed? Now I’ve got some questions, and you’re going to tell me what you know, right?” He partially asks, the shirt slightly too small for him, but he doesn’t mind.