"So, what can I do for you?" He asks, pouring them both a glass
"Not that one, the one that doesnt speak english... Toothless, maybe his name is?..." he sighs, tugging at his jacket. "I need food then..."
"I dont know..." she says, wiping her eyes. "I don't know..."
"Nothing. I merely wanted to meet with you and enjoy your company."
"Oh. Well, I can get you something right quick, don't worry. Anything you'd like?"
Mauric sits beside her and near her, trying to be supportive and respect her boundaries at the same time.
"Well, it's good to be graced by your light again." He smiles, sitting accross from them.
"Another BLT, please..."
She sighs, holding her paws together. "I gotta get home... thank you for checking on me."
"It is?..." Eito takes the tea and sips it, then sets it down and stares at their own luminous reflection in the fluid surface. "I find it repulsive. A mockery of the light of the One."
"Got it." In a moment he returns with the sandwich, as well as some crisps.
"N-no problem. I'm Mauric Tabrahain, by the way. If I can help you in any way, just reach out."
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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.
"So, what can I do for you?" He asks, pouring them both a glass
"Not that one, the one that doesnt speak english... Toothless, maybe his name is?..." he sighs, tugging at his jacket. "I need food then..."
"I dont know..." she says, wiping her eyes. "I don't know..."
"Nothing. I merely wanted to meet with you and enjoy your company."
"Oh. Well, I can get you something right quick, don't worry. Anything you'd like?"
Mauric sits beside her and near her, trying to be supportive and respect her boundaries at the same time.
"Well, it's good to be graced by your light again." He smiles, sitting accross from them.
"Another BLT, please..."
She sighs, holding her paws together. "I gotta get home... thank you for checking on me."
"It is?..." Eito takes the tea and sips it, then sets it down and stares at their own luminous reflection in the fluid surface. "I find it repulsive. A mockery of the light of the One."
"Got it." In a moment he returns with the sandwich, as well as some crisps.
"N-no problem. I'm Mauric Tabrahain, by the way. If I can help you in any way, just reach out."
"Don't be ridiculous..." He says while cupping their chin. "You may not be perfect, but you're a prism, like me. Prisms reflect light differently, they all do."
"Bloody 'ell... smells even better this time." He says, grabbing the food. "Thanks, mate." He nods, taking a bite.
"Okay.." she says, not knowing what else to say. "b-bye.."
*i too must go, goodnight."
Eito stares back into his eyes, a bit surprised. "Thank you. This is my punishment, however. To forever inhabit a flawed vessel and recognize the dissonance between hyle and psyche. It is a shame, but it is deserved."
"No problem. Anything else you need?"
*See you around husband #2!*
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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.
Felix has come back home, although he is a little bigger and a little richer for some reason.
Franz is in his trailer. It sounds like he's chopping something up.
Angel is keeping an eye on him for a bit, just to make sure the soul itself isn't suddenly, or forcibly, taken back or somehow escapes the flesh.
Azabell is on the roof of the trailer like a horrible roach, still working on his wood thing that looks more like a box than before.
Felix notices him and walks over, holding something that looks both divine and volatile. It radiates obscene amounts of life energy. "Do you think this would destroy the Death Note?"
After a bit, Franz steps out with some jars of jelly. "Hello, Azabell. How are you today?"
Felix has come back home, although he is a little bigger and a little richer for some reason.
Franz is in his trailer. It sounds like he's chopping something up.
Angel is keeping an eye on him for a bit, just to make sure the soul itself isn't suddenly, or forcibly, taken back or somehow escapes the flesh.
Azabell is on the roof of the trailer like a horrible roach, still working on his wood thing that looks more like a box than before.
Felix notices him and walks over, holding something that looks both divine and volatile. It radiates obscene amounts of life energy. "Do you think this would destroy the Death Note?"
After a bit, Franz steps out with some jars of jelly. "Hello, Azabell. How are you today?"
Angel tilts his head from side to side, thinking "With that much life energy, I feel as though it could level Hades. It should work but it needs to be in a concentrated area specifically perhaps."
Azabell holds up the box "I am well. Is this what you were talking about?" They ask, crawling down.
"It is?..." Eito takes the tea and sips it, then sets it down and stares at their own luminous reflection in the fluid surface. "I find it repulsive. A mockery of the light of the One."
"Got it." In a moment he returns with the sandwich, as well as some crisps.
"N-no problem. I'm Mauric Tabrahain, by the way. If I can help you in any way, just reach out."
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Eito stares back into his eyes, a bit surprised. "Thank you. This is my punishment, however. To forever inhabit a flawed vessel and recognize the dissonance between hyle and psyche. It is a shame, but it is deserved."
"No problem. Anything else you need?"
*See you around husband #2!*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Hello Rattus Rattus.*
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
*S K I N F L A E K S, I N M Y C E R E A L? I W O U L D N E V A R!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Ah, my favorite stoat.*
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 is a chunky boi, and he plays cards better than you because he decided he does.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*I suck at cards lol.*
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
*Sacrifices Must Be Made*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*I just learned about Stoats today and now I want to have like five.*
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
*Have you never played Inscryption?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*I know where this conversation is going XD.*
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 don't. Wanna RP?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Indeed I do. Feed me father, for I am skin and bones.*
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 has come back home, although he is a little bigger and a little richer for some reason.
Franz is in his trailer. It sounds like he's chopping something up.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Angel is keeping an eye on him for a bit, just to make sure the soul itself isn't suddenly, or forcibly, taken back or somehow escapes the flesh.
Azabell is on the roof of the trailer like a horrible roach, still working on his wood thing that looks more like a box than before.
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 notices him and walks over, holding something that looks both divine and volatile. It radiates obscene amounts of life energy. "Do you think this would destroy the Death Note?"
After a bit, Franz steps out with some jars of jelly. "Hello, Azabell. How are you today?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Angel tilts his head from side to side, thinking "With that much life energy, I feel as though it could level Hades. It should work but it needs to be in a concentrated area specifically perhaps."
Azabell holds up the box "I am well. Is this what you were talking about?" They ask, crawling down.
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 everybody. The supreme Just Dance/ Dance Dance Revolution player has arrived.*