Angél is outside, humming as they hunt for some naturally growing root vegetables like wild asparagus, carrots, and mushrooms. The Owlin is not dressed in their chefs uniform but rather a black tank-top to allow their wings to breath freely, a jacket made of some sort of blueish-purple see through material with silver stars dotting it, and a pair of black pants. They gently dig up a carrot, placing it in a basket with other things they've found.
Samaritan is inside his restaurant, dicing up a few apples and throwing them into a bowl with cinnamon and brown sugar. A pie crust sits beside him as well, fitted nearly in a pan.
Eito is wandering serenely through the woods.
Rio knocks on the back kitchen door.
Angél looks up "Oh hello there." They hoot and now their head.
"It's open!" Samaritan bellows.
Eito straightens up and nods at them.
Riotan slips inside, smiling. “You don’t have to shout…”
"How are you this morning?" They ask
"Sorry, didn't want to get the door." He shrugs, smiling.
“Unified and lucid.”
“S’alright.” He sits down beside Samaritan. “Whatcha making?”
"That is good I suppose." They nod and fluff their wings.
Everyone has received invitations to an event that advertises food and pretty much nothing else. I do mean everyone. Any character that remains alive can join.
Felix has set up an utterly massive feast, set on tables that collectively probably cost as much as his house. His greatest hits are laid out, and there are reserved seats for his friends with place cards. There are definitely enough seats for everyone to come and eat, though, and even some blankets away from the table in case people want to sit on the ground.
Felix is dressed in his best clothes and waiting for people to arrive.
Mauric runs up behind him and hugs him.
Rio slides into his seat quietly, trying not to attract attention.
Felix sighs. "Hey, Mauric. Where's Nick? Shouldn't he be here too?"
Everyone has received invitations to an event that advertises food and pretty much nothing else. I do mean everyone. Any character that remains alive can join.
Felix has set up an utterly massive feast, set on tables that collectively probably cost as much as his house. His greatest hits are laid out, and there are reserved seats for his friends with place cards. There are definitely enough seats for everyone to come and eat, though, and even some blankets away from the table in case people want to sit on the ground.
Felix is dressed in his best clothes and waiting for people to arrive.
Mauric runs up behind him and hugs him.
Rio slides into his seat quietly, trying not to attract attention.
Felix sighs. "Hey, Mauric. Where's Nick? Shouldn't he be here too?"
“He’s already seated. I just wanted to talk to you.”
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I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Angél is outside, humming as they hunt for some naturally growing root vegetables like wild asparagus, carrots, and mushrooms. The Owlin is not dressed in their chefs uniform but rather a black tank-top to allow their wings to breath freely, a jacket made of some sort of blueish-purple see through material with silver stars dotting it, and a pair of black pants. They gently dig up a carrot, placing it in a basket with other things they've found.
Samaritan is inside his restaurant, dicing up a few apples and throwing them into a bowl with cinnamon and brown sugar. A pie crust sits beside him as well, fitted nearly in a pan.
Eito is wandering serenely through the woods.
Rio knocks on the back kitchen door.
Angél looks up "Oh hello there." They hoot and now their head.
"It's open!" Samaritan bellows.
Eito straightens up and nods at them.
Riotan slips inside, smiling. “You don’t have to shout…”
"How are you this morning?" They ask
"Sorry, didn't want to get the door." He shrugs, smiling.
“Unified and lucid.”
“S’alright.” He sits down beside Samaritan. “Whatcha making?”
"That is good I suppose." They nod and fluff their wings.
"Apple pie." He shrugs "Nothing special."
“What compelled you to come here?”
“Aww, it’s special if you make it.” Rio smiles widely.
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Im back in Texas, does anyone want to rp for a little?*
*Sure. What’s the Lone Star State like today?*
*It’s good, woke up at 3am so I’m a little tired. Who you want?*
*Paracelsus and Sanviento*
*Of course, the scholars.*
Paracelsus is in her lab like she always is, working on making a delayed reanimation potion, which functionally would allow people to anticipate and prepare for their own deaths ahead of time.
Sanviento sitting outside of the Inn at his usual table, eating a sandwich and reading one of his books, looking as bored and tired as always.
Felix waddles over with a little habitat, like the kind you use for gerbils and hamsters. It has quite a few voles, including the one that Angel (I can't do accent marks) tasked Felix with collecting. He is dressed in fine clothes. "I got those little guys you wanted. How are you gonna cook em'?"
They look up, their large black eyes blinking curiously "Oh! How lovely, you didn't need to do that. But, I thank you nonetheless." They take the little terrarium, smiling a bit "I was going to separate the meat from the bones, use the bone in a broth, make sure the meat is free of parasites and then cook that in with the broth along with some vegetables and such." They explain.
Felix nods. "A simple dish. Not a lot that can go wrong, but a lot that can go right."
Angél is outside, humming as they hunt for some naturally growing root vegetables like wild asparagus, carrots, and mushrooms. The Owlin is not dressed in their chefs uniform but rather a black tank-top to allow their wings to breath freely, a jacket made of some sort of blueish-purple see through material with silver stars dotting it, and a pair of black pants. They gently dig up a carrot, placing it in a basket with other things they've found.
Samaritan is inside his restaurant, dicing up a few apples and throwing them into a bowl with cinnamon and brown sugar. A pie crust sits beside him as well, fitted nearly in a pan.
Eito is wandering serenely through the woods.
Rio knocks on the back kitchen door.
Angél looks up "Oh hello there." They hoot and now their head.
"It's open!" Samaritan bellows.
Eito straightens up and nods at them.
Riotan slips inside, smiling. “You don’t have to shout…”
"How are you this morning?" They ask
"Sorry, didn't want to get the door." He shrugs, smiling.
“Unified and lucid.”
“S’alright.” He sits down beside Samaritan. “Whatcha making?”
"That is good I suppose." They nod and fluff their wings.
"Apple pie." He shrugs "Nothing special."
“What compelled you to come here?”
“Aww, it’s special if you make it.” Rio smiles widely.
"There is a large selection of different species here. I originally came here for that but I also noticed that there is also many types of different folks here as well."
Felix waddles over with a little habitat, like the kind you use for gerbils and hamsters. It has quite a few voles, including the one that Angel (I can't do accent marks) tasked Felix with collecting. He is dressed in fine clothes. "I got those little guys you wanted. How are you gonna cook em'?"
They look up, their large black eyes blinking curiously "Oh! How lovely, you didn't need to do that. But, I thank you nonetheless." They take the little terrarium, smiling a bit "I was going to separate the meat from the bones, use the bone in a broth, make sure the meat is free of parasites and then cook that in with the broth along with some vegetables and such." They explain.
Felix nods. "A simple dish. Not a lot that can go wrong, but a lot that can go right."
"Would you like any of.. are you not of the small rodent eating type?" They asked.
*Im back in Texas, does anyone want to rp for a little?*
*Sure. What’s the Lone Star State like today?*
*It’s good, woke up at 3am so I’m a little tired. Who you want?*
*Paracelsus and Sanviento*
*Of course, the scholars.*
Paracelsus is in her lab like she always is, working on making a delayed reanimation potion, which functionally would allow people to anticipate and prepare for their own deaths ahead of time.
Sanviento sitting outside of the Inn at his usual table, eating a sandwich and reading one of his books, looking as bored and tired as always.
Thirteen knocks on the door once more, carrying quite a few books and with Caramel on his shoulder.
Riotan is perched on the roof, watching Sanviento for unknown reasons.
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Im back in Texas, does anyone want to rp for a little?*
*WHY DOES EVERYONE LIVE IN TEXAS EXCEPT FPR ME, JOBAH, AND ALARIC -*
*Best state, I don’t know what to tell you, just ask Dark.*
*:..(*
*That doesn’t mean your state isn’t good. Goodness I always do this, sorry.*
*Nah nah, your all good. I am just upsetti as it seems Texas holds my friends hostage.*
*Texas consumes us all in the end. Do you wanna rp?*
*Yeah please*
*Who would you like, if I may ask?*
*Cowboys please :)*
*Of course milord.*
Grimes has been playing beer pong for the past few hours, and naturally he’s still dead sober as he orders another round for the players, smiling happily.
Merabelle is eating someone who tried to rub her, trying to keep the blood from getting on her clothes while she does so.
Sparrow is taking a nap at his camp, his hat over his eyes as he softly snores, the flames of the campfire crackling softly.
Angél is outside, humming as they hunt for some naturally growing root vegetables like wild asparagus, carrots, and mushrooms. The Owlin is not dressed in their chefs uniform but rather a black tank-top to allow their wings to breath freely, a jacket made of some sort of blueish-purple see through material with silver stars dotting it, and a pair of black pants. They gently dig up a carrot, placing it in a basket with other things they've found.
Samaritan is inside his restaurant, dicing up a few apples and throwing them into a bowl with cinnamon and brown sugar. A pie crust sits beside him as well, fitted nearly in a pan.
Eito is wandering serenely through the woods.
Rio knocks on the back kitchen door.
Angél looks up "Oh hello there." They hoot and now their head.
"It's open!" Samaritan bellows.
Eito straightens up and nods at them.
Riotan slips inside, smiling. “You don’t have to shout…”
"How are you this morning?" They ask
"Sorry, didn't want to get the door." He shrugs, smiling.
“Unified and lucid.”
“S’alright.” He sits down beside Samaritan. “Whatcha making?”
"That is good I suppose." They nod and fluff their wings.
"Apple pie." He shrugs "Nothing special."
“What compelled you to come here?”
“Aww, it’s special if you make it.” Rio smiles widely.
"There is a large selection of different species here. I originally came here for that but I also noticed that there is also many types of different folks here as well."
"(GP), is not." He chuckles and boops Riotan.
“True. The forest has many blessings.”
Rio giggles and nips at his finger.
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Im back in Texas, does anyone want to rp for a little?*
*Sure. What’s the Lone Star State like today?*
*It’s good, woke up at 3am so I’m a little tired. Who you want?*
*Paracelsus and Sanviento*
*Of course, the scholars.*
Paracelsus is in her lab like she always is, working on making a delayed reanimation potion, which functionally would allow people to anticipate and prepare for their own deaths ahead of time.
Sanviento sitting outside of the Inn at his usual table, eating a sandwich and reading one of his books, looking as bored and tired as always.
Thirteen knocks on the door once more, carrying quite a few books and with Caramel on his shoulder.
Riotan is perched on the roof, watching Sanviento for unknown reasons.
Paracelsus opens it, gesturing for them to cover their mouth, her plague mask on “Hello professor, you don’t want to breath in the fumes.”
He looks up to the roof, pushing up his glasses as he notices them before turning back to reading.
Felix nods. "A simple dish. Not a lot that can go wrong, but a lot that can go right."
"Would you like any of.. are you not of the small rodent eating type?" They asked.
"No, I'm good with eating just about anything. Other than people. I'm weird like that." He sits down on a stump. "Not sure if I'll be around to eat it though. I've got about two and a half hours to live right now."
*Im back in Texas, does anyone want to rp for a little?*
*WHY DOES EVERYONE LIVE IN TEXAS EXCEPT FPR ME, JOBAH, AND ALARIC -*
*Best state, I don’t know what to tell you, just ask Dark.*
*:..(*
*That doesn’t mean your state isn’t good. Goodness I always do this, sorry.*
*Nah nah, your all good. I am just upsetti as it seems Texas holds my friends hostage.*
*Texas consumes us all in the end. Do you wanna rp?*
*Yeah please*
*Who would you like, if I may ask?*
*Cowboys please :)*
*Of course milord.*
Grimes has been playing beer pong for the past few hours, and naturally he’s still dead sober as he orders another round for the players, smiling happily.
Merabelle is eating someone who tried to rub her, trying to keep the blood from getting on her clothes while she does so.
Sparrow is taking a nap at his camp, his hat over his eyes as he softly snores, the flames of the campfire crackling softly.
(You don’t want Thane right?)
*I'll take Thane :)*
TH watches from the shadows, grumbling a bit as the other players touch Grimes, wanting to maul them but keeping his head.
Edwin walks over and tilts his head "Hey? Are you okay?" He asks.
Sparrow notices that Stroth seems to be missing, disappeared out of thin air.
Arthur is looking for Thane, having crafted a few kids toys for his godson.
Angél is outside, humming as they hunt for some naturally growing root vegetables like wild asparagus, carrots, and mushrooms. The Owlin is not dressed in their chefs uniform but rather a black tank-top to allow their wings to breath freely, a jacket made of some sort of blueish-purple see through material with silver stars dotting it, and a pair of black pants. They gently dig up a carrot, placing it in a basket with other things they've found.
Samaritan is inside his restaurant, dicing up a few apples and throwing them into a bowl with cinnamon and brown sugar. A pie crust sits beside him as well, fitted nearly in a pan.
Eito is wandering serenely through the woods.
Rio knocks on the back kitchen door.
Angél looks up "Oh hello there." They hoot and now their head.
"It's open!" Samaritan bellows.
Eito straightens up and nods at them.
Riotan slips inside, smiling. “You don’t have to shout…”
"How are you this morning?" They ask
"Sorry, didn't want to get the door." He shrugs, smiling.
“Unified and lucid.”
“S’alright.” He sits down beside Samaritan. “Whatcha making?”
"That is good I suppose." They nod and fluff their wings.
"Apple pie." He shrugs "Nothing special."
“What compelled you to come here?”
“Aww, it’s special if you make it.” Rio smiles widely.
"There is a large selection of different species here. I originally came here for that but I also noticed that there is also many types of different folks here as well."
"(GP), is not." He chuckles and boops Riotan.
“True. The forest has many blessings.”
Rio giggles and nips at his finger.
"Indeed. I am trying to find some good stewing vegetables." They said, smiling.
Samaritan chuckles and throws an apple at him "Pest.'
Felix sighs. "Hey, Mauric. Where's Nick? Shouldn't he be here too?"
“He’s already seated. I just wanted to talk to you.”
He nods. "Alright. What's up, bud?"
“I just wanted to tell you how much good you’ve done. I… you made mistakes, but… so does everyone. I don’t know how long this’ll last, and I’m sorry this is happening. But I’ll miss you so much.”
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I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
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"That is good I suppose." They nod and fluff their wings.
"Apple pie." He shrugs "Nothing special."
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
Felix sighs. "Hey, Mauric. Where's Nick? Shouldn't he be here too?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“He’s already seated. I just wanted to talk to you.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Happy New Year's Eve, everyone!*
Omori is on the roof of the Inn once more, looking over her notes and practicing her cantrips.
KK is at the Faceless Fair, having brought even more of her mannequins to the park, and is setting up the finishing touches before the grand opening.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
“What compelled you to come here?”
“Aww, it’s special if you make it.” Rio smiles widely.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Of course, the scholars.*
Paracelsus is in her lab like she always is, working on making a delayed reanimation potion, which functionally would allow people to anticipate and prepare for their own deaths ahead of time.
Sanviento sitting outside of the Inn at his usual table, eating a sandwich and reading one of his books, looking as bored and tired as always.
Felix nods. "A simple dish. Not a lot that can go wrong, but a lot that can go right."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Who would you like, if I may ask?*
"There is a large selection of different species here. I originally came here for that but I also noticed that there is also many types of different folks here as well."
"(GP), is not." He chuckles and boops Riotan.
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
"Would you like any of.. are you not of the small rodent eating type?" They asked.
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
*Cowboys please :)*
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
Thirteen knocks on the door once more, carrying quite a few books and with Caramel on his shoulder.
Riotan is perched on the roof, watching Sanviento for unknown reasons.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Of course milord.*
Grimes has been playing beer pong for the past few hours, and naturally he’s still dead sober as he orders another round for the players, smiling happily.
Merabelle is eating someone who tried to rub her, trying to keep the blood from getting on her clothes while she does so.
Sparrow is taking a nap at his camp, his hat over his eyes as he softly snores, the flames of the campfire crackling softly.
(You don’t want Thane right?)
He nods. "Alright. What's up, bud?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“True. The forest has many blessings.”
Rio giggles and nips at his finger.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Paracelsus opens it, gesturing for them to cover their mouth, her plague mask on “Hello professor, you don’t want to breath in the fumes.”
He looks up to the roof, pushing up his glasses as he notices them before turning back to reading.
"No, I'm good with eating just about anything. Other than people. I'm weird like that." He sits down on a stump. "Not sure if I'll be around to eat it though. I've got about two and a half hours to live right now."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*I'll take Thane :)*
TH watches from the shadows, grumbling a bit as the other players touch Grimes, wanting to maul them but keeping his head.
Edwin walks over and tilts his head "Hey? Are you okay?" He asks.
Sparrow notices that Stroth seems to be missing, disappeared out of thin air.
Arthur is looking for Thane, having crafted a few kids toys for his godson.
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
"Indeed. I am trying to find some good stewing vegetables." They said, smiling.
Samaritan chuckles and throws an apple at him "Pest.'
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
“I just wanted to tell you how much good you’ve done. I… you made mistakes, but… so does everyone. I don’t know how long this’ll last, and I’m sorry this is happening. But I’ll miss you so much.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.