“Welp, made ya bullet proof, good on ya mate. What are ya here fer? Got some kinda goal?”
He smiles softly, “I am happy to hear that, if I could put all my passion into that gem, I would have before giving it to you, all I have is love for you.”
He listens to them, sitting on the bed. He smiles softly, cracking open a can of beer and lighting a blunt as he listens happily to them rant.
"Just travelling for now." he says, rubbing his head.
"I have nothing but love for you, as well, my dear." she holds him gently, petting his head.
He lights a blunt as well, still ranting between puffs. It goes on for about an hour.
“Well, while you’re here, welcome to Lord’s Point. Good town, if I do say so myself.”
They let themselves be held, his head resting on her chest softly, his arms wrapped around her.
They don’t interrupt them once, actually beginning to take notes on what they have to say, very interested actually.
“Welp, made ya bullet proof, good on ya mate. What are ya here fer? Got some kinda goal?”
He smiles softly, “I am happy to hear that, if I could put all my passion into that gem, I would have before giving it to you, all I have is love for you.”
He listens to them, sitting on the bed. He smiles softly, cracking open a can of beer and lighting a blunt as he listens happily to them rant.
"Just travelling for now." he says, rubbing his head.
"I have nothing but love for you, as well, my dear." she holds him gently, petting his head.
He lights a blunt as well, still ranting between puffs. It goes on for about an hour.
“Well, while you’re here, welcome to Lord’s Point. Good town, if I do say so myself.”
They let themselves be held, his head resting on her chest softly, his arms wrapped around her.
They don’t interrupt them once, actually beginning to take notes on what they have to say, very interested actually.
"I agree, friendly... people.." he says, passing out, head hitting the bar.
Her inner flame warms her chest, and she hums softly.
*not me irl....* Once the rant is over, he's out of breathe and just lays there.
He lets him, ordering them something for when they wake up before walking out. *End?*
“You are so warm… comforting… like how I used to sit in the sun with you.”
He lays next to them, closing his notebook, and putting the thin covers on them both.
“Welp, made ya bullet proof, good on ya mate. What are ya here fer? Got some kinda goal?”
He smiles softly, “I am happy to hear that, if I could put all my passion into that gem, I would have before giving it to you, all I have is love for you.”
He listens to them, sitting on the bed. He smiles softly, cracking open a can of beer and lighting a blunt as he listens happily to them rant.
"Just travelling for now." he says, rubbing his head.
"I have nothing but love for you, as well, my dear." she holds him gently, petting his head.
He lights a blunt as well, still ranting between puffs. It goes on for about an hour.
“Well, while you’re here, welcome to Lord’s Point. Good town, if I do say so myself.”
They let themselves be held, his head resting on her chest softly, his arms wrapped around her.
They don’t interrupt them once, actually beginning to take notes on what they have to say, very interested actually.
"I agree, friendly... people.." he says, passing out, head hitting the bar.
Her inner flame warms her chest, and she hums softly.
*not me irl....* Once the rant is over, he's out of breathe and just lays there.
He lets him, ordering them something for when they wake up before walking out. *End?*
“You are so warm… comforting… like how I used to sit in the sun with you.”
He lays next to them, closing his notebook, and putting the thin covers on them both.
*he's dead, so sure.*
"I remember those days... I was so little." she chuckles, sighing softly. "I'm glad to have you in my life."
"Why... didn't you stop me from ranting?... people usually... stop me."
*Yeah, it’s great, he’s getting slightly better at not dying.*
“You made me happy to come back to the Inn, I would have left town by now if it weren’t for you.” They say, moving his hand through their fur.
“Because I love to hear your voice, and you talking about your passions gets me to hear your voice more.”
The Herald is outside, practicing taichi. The killer is blending this art with the use of his cloak, landing precise hits using the blade tendrils that writhe around his form.
Doctor Gigli is with his nurse, discussing a possible shipment of wish spell scrolls for the clinic.
Samaritan is kick-boxing a wooden dummy, nearly kicking its wooden head right off its shoulders.
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
The Herald is outside, practicing taichi. The killer is blending this art with the use of his cloak, landing precise hits using the blade tendrils that writhe around his form.
Doctor Gigli is with his nurse, discussing a possible shipment of wish spell scrolls for the clinic.
Samaritan is kick-boxing a wooden dummy, nearly kicking its wooden head right off its shoulders.
The Herald is outside, practicing taichi. The killer is blending this art with the use of his cloak, landing precise hits using the blade tendrils that writhe around his form.
Doctor Gigli is with his nurse, discussing a possible shipment of wish spell scrolls for the clinic.
Samaritan is kick-boxing a wooden dummy, nearly kicking its wooden head right off its shoulders.
*Sorry, I've got some homework I've got to do, so outside of the stuff I'm needed for, I probably won't be on for the rest of the day. Sorry*
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
The Herald is outside, practicing taichi. The killer is blending this art with the use of his cloak, landing precise hits using the blade tendrils that writhe around his form.
Doctor Gigli is with his nurse, discussing a possible shipment of wish spell scrolls for the clinic.
Samaritan is kick-boxing a wooden dummy, nearly kicking its wooden head right off its shoulders.
*Sorry, I've got some homework I've got to do, so outside of the stuff I'm needed for, I probably won't be on for the rest of the day. Sorry*
“Well, while you’re here, welcome to Lord’s Point. Good town, if I do say so myself.”
They let themselves be held, his head resting on her chest softly, his arms wrapped around her.
They don’t interrupt them once, actually beginning to take notes on what they have to say, very interested actually.
He lets him, ordering them something for when they wake up before walking out. *End?*
“You are so warm… comforting… like how I used to sit in the sun with you.”
He lays next to them, closing his notebook, and putting the thin covers on them both.
*Yeah, it’s great, he’s getting slightly better at not dying.*
“You made me happy to come back to the Inn, I would have left town by now if it weren’t for you.” They say, moving his hand through their fur.
“Because I love to hear your voice, and you talking about your passions gets me to hear your voice more.”
The Herald is outside, practicing taichi. The killer is blending this art with the use of his cloak, landing precise hits using the blade tendrils that writhe around his form.
Doctor Gigli is with his nurse, discussing a possible shipment of wish spell scrolls for the clinic.
Samaritan is kick-boxing a wooden dummy, nearly kicking its wooden head right off its shoulders.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*hey dudes <3*
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
"I was an adventurer, I couldn't stay somewhere when there are adventures to be had. Until I met you that is, now you're my adventure."
He pokes their nose before laying down "Thanks. I meant it."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
The Herald is outside, practicing taichi. The killer is blending this art with the use of his cloak, landing precise hits using the blade tendrils that writhe around his form.
Doctor Gigli is with his nurse, discussing a possible shipment of wish spell scrolls for the clinic.
Samaritan is kick-boxing a wooden dummy, nearly kicking its wooden head right off its shoulders.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*Sorry, I've got some homework I've got to do, so outside of the stuff I'm needed for, I probably won't be on for the rest of the day. Sorry*
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
*ah, okie dokie.*
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
He smiles back at them, nothing but love within that little cat heart of his. Snuggling close, full of joy.
He closes his eyes, breathing deep "What do you want to do now?"
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
*Not gone yet, but definitely soon.*
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)