"Well, stuff like this can never be fully fixed, but it can be worked through. And you can't do that without support."
"Honestly? I'd want to be a mortal if I was anything else."
He lets go of his arms, crossing them. His claws are drenched in blood. "I just don't know what to do... I lied to you, I don't even have a stupid date... I just wanted you to go away so I wouldnt have to look at you, or think about you...
“Hmm. You would trade power and immortality for… what?”
Rio sighs. “Well if that’s the case then I can go, but I want to stay and help you as best I can…”
"The chance to feel a normal life. This place? Boring... but, I'm glad you showed up, Eito." he smiles, holding their chin again.
"I don't know what I want anymore... I just need to sleep..."
“…so am I.” Eito smiles a bit wider.
“Well then, I’ll let you do that.” Riotan nods, trying to reassure Mac however he can.
He exhales shakily, leaning in a bit closer before backing away further than he came forward.
He lays down, fetal position once again, trying to sleep.
"...you're alright. I don't mind your presence."
Rio moves to the booth on the other side of the room but makes sure to keep a close eye on Mac.
"So I can... come closer?" he asks, approaching once again.
He sleeps fitfully, not hurting himself, but he sleeps.
"Of course." Eito nods, their eyes gleaming.
Rio keeps unblinking watch over him the whole time.
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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 is bigger. Taller, heavier, with a golden tint to his fur. He's a bit confused, but not offended by these changes, and is instead seeing how much his new body can drink without getting drunk. As it turns out, quite a bit. He's not even tipsy as he downs his sixth flagon.
Franz is at his construction site, knitting a sweater for Azabell.
Ichigo, back in his armor, watches him for a moment before turning away and heading into the library.
Azabell is trying to see how many sticks he can collect to build a little stick art piece.
Felix notices. He quickly pays his tab and sprints after the bug-thing. "Ichigo! Ichigo, where were you? I went to the house and I didn't see you!"
Franz looks up and smiles, before looking back to his work. It's taking a lot of yarn.
“I’m a spelljammer of some skill, and I’ve seen the best of Wildspace. And some of the worst, but that’s irrelevant.”
“Okay, so…”
"I suppose." He shrugs "but everyone has what they are good at."
"Unfortunately that is consequences of unlimited space in the astral plane." He laughs a bit.
"I need to make a body and pin The Brand's soul into it so me and Sparrow can torture the (GP)" she says.
“Yeah.” Rio takes his chopped veggies over and smiles. “You’re good at a lot of stuff.”
“Indeed.”
“Oh well I could help with that. I reduce maneses into spirit form and transfer them to full bodies made of conjoined animal and human parts. I’d just need to get his soul.”
"I am good at three things. Being angry, handling weaponary, and cooking. That's it." He laughs "You are much better at all things than I."
"How far have you traveled if I may ask?" He tilts his head.
"His soul is in Hell, rebuilding a body because he's a Devil Lord." She explains.
“Not a chance. The only thing I’m really good at is taxidermy, and everything I make is purposefully bad so the demons are both scarier and driven by agony.”
“I have ventured to the very edge of the Outer Planes in my life. Once, I brushed the Negative Plane with my fingertips.”
“Oh well that’s even better. Now I have leeway to get other demons involved in ruining everything he can conceive of.”
"Hm.. I don't know about that. You are good at being smart, cunning, witty, and such. You have an excellent drive to help others. You care about those you surround yourself with." He pokes him in the ribs.
"Oh dear, that's very far. I am surprised. I never dared to go where they overlap." He sighs.
She smiles at him despite her tears, she then hugs him "Thank you.."
Rio recoils slightly, grinning. "Thanks..."
"It took six clerics of the entire Krynn good-aligned pantheon to restore the fingers that touched it."
He hugs her back, smiling shakily.
"Too much?" He asks, noticing the recoil.
"Oh dear. Very not good then." He sighs "If I knew about these things instead of.." he shakes his head.
Felix is bigger. Taller, heavier, with a golden tint to his fur. He's a bit confused, but not offended by these changes, and is instead seeing how much his new body can drink without getting drunk. As it turns out, quite a bit. He's not even tipsy as he downs his sixth flagon.
Franz is at his construction site, knitting a sweater for Azabell.
Ichigo, back in his armor, watches him for a moment before turning away and heading into the library.
Azabell is trying to see how many sticks he can collect to build a little stick art piece.
Felix notices. He quickly pays his tab and sprints after the bug-thing. "Ichigo! Ichigo, where were you? I went to the house and I didn't see you!"
Franz looks up and smiles, before looking back to his work. It's taking a lot of yarn.
Ichigo looks down at him "I still live there.. it's just painful.. to do so..since you...died." He rasps.
"What is that?" Azabell asks, holding one of the stuffed animals he took from the library that is shaped like a dinosaur.
"No, no, I mean, God demands perfection. Ever notice how angels are basically machines? That's because they are 'perfect' beings. They don't feel loneliness or lust or love or comfort. That's the only kind of being that God would entrust unlimited power to. I seriously doubt your father is Him, no matter what he says."
"Who ever he is, he's a powerful guy." he shrugs, leaning back. "Anyway, it's getting late... I've got duties to tend to as well, and I know there's somebody who wants to hear from you waiting in the tavern."
Felix sighs and nods. "Be seein' ya." He steps out and heads for the tavern.
“I’m a spelljammer of some skill, and I’ve seen the best of Wildspace. And some of the worst, but that’s irrelevant.”
“Okay, so…”
"I suppose." He shrugs "but everyone has what they are good at."
"Unfortunately that is consequences of unlimited space in the astral plane." He laughs a bit.
"I need to make a body and pin The Brand's soul into it so me and Sparrow can torture the (GP)" she says.
“Yeah.” Rio takes his chopped veggies over and smiles. “You’re good at a lot of stuff.”
“Indeed.”
“Oh well I could help with that. I reduce maneses into spirit form and transfer them to full bodies made of conjoined animal and human parts. I’d just need to get his soul.”
"I am good at three things. Being angry, handling weaponary, and cooking. That's it." He laughs "You are much better at all things than I."
"How far have you traveled if I may ask?" He tilts his head.
"His soul is in Hell, rebuilding a body because he's a Devil Lord." She explains.
“Not a chance. The only thing I’m really good at is taxidermy, and everything I make is purposefully bad so the demons are both scarier and driven by agony.”
“I have ventured to the very edge of the Outer Planes in my life. Once, I brushed the Negative Plane with my fingertips.”
“Oh well that’s even better. Now I have leeway to get other demons involved in ruining everything he can conceive of.”
"Hm.. I don't know about that. You are good at being smart, cunning, witty, and such. You have an excellent drive to help others. You care about those you surround yourself with." He pokes him in the ribs.
"Oh dear, that's very far. I am surprised. I never dared to go where they overlap." He sighs.
She smiles at him despite her tears, she then hugs him "Thank you.."
Rio recoils slightly, grinning. "Thanks..."
"It took six clerics of the entire Krynn good-aligned pantheon to restore the fingers that touched it."
He hugs her back, smiling shakily.
"Too much?" He asks, noticing the recoil.
"Oh dear. Very not good then." He sighs "If I knew about these things instead of.." he shakes his head.
"Sorry." She pulls away.
"Nah, just a kind of sensitive spot."
"Instead of what?"
"What are you sorry for?"
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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.
"Well, stuff like this can never be fully fixed, but it can be worked through. And you can't do that without support."
"Honestly? I'd want to be a mortal if I was anything else."
He lets go of his arms, crossing them. His claws are drenched in blood. "I just don't know what to do... I lied to you, I don't even have a stupid date... I just wanted you to go away so I wouldnt have to look at you, or think about you...
“Hmm. You would trade power and immortality for… what?”
Rio sighs. “Well if that’s the case then I can go, but I want to stay and help you as best I can…”
"The chance to feel a normal life. This place? Boring... but, I'm glad you showed up, Eito." he smiles, holding their chin again.
"I don't know what I want anymore... I just need to sleep..."
“…so am I.” Eito smiles a bit wider.
“Well then, I’ll let you do that.” Riotan nods, trying to reassure Mac however he can.
He exhales shakily, leaning in a bit closer before backing away further than he came forward.
He lays down, fetal position once again, trying to sleep.
"...you're alright. I don't mind your presence."
Rio moves to the booth on the other side of the room but makes sure to keep a close eye on Mac.
"So I can... come closer?" he asks, approaching once again.
He sleeps fitfully, not hurting himself, but he sleeps.
"Of course." Eito nods, their eyes gleaming.
Rio keeps unblinking watch over him the whole time.
He continues to approach, still holding their chin. Nervous, he plants a small kiss on their cheek.
No incidents, just tossing and turning.
Eito looks surprised but pleased. "Well. I apologize for the sensation of contact with my exterior. I am sure it is not a pleasant feeling, to touch such a surface with the lips."
Rio remains there until Mac awakens.
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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.
“I’m a spelljammer of some skill, and I’ve seen the best of Wildspace. And some of the worst, but that’s irrelevant.”
“Okay, so…”
"I suppose." He shrugs "but everyone has what they are good at."
"Unfortunately that is consequences of unlimited space in the astral plane." He laughs a bit.
"I need to make a body and pin The Brand's soul into it so me and Sparrow can torture the (GP)" she says.
“Yeah.” Rio takes his chopped veggies over and smiles. “You’re good at a lot of stuff.”
“Indeed.”
“Oh well I could help with that. I reduce maneses into spirit form and transfer them to full bodies made of conjoined animal and human parts. I’d just need to get his soul.”
"I am good at three things. Being angry, handling weaponary, and cooking. That's it." He laughs "You are much better at all things than I."
"How far have you traveled if I may ask?" He tilts his head.
"His soul is in Hell, rebuilding a body because he's a Devil Lord." She explains.
“Not a chance. The only thing I’m really good at is taxidermy, and everything I make is purposefully bad so the demons are both scarier and driven by agony.”
“I have ventured to the very edge of the Outer Planes in my life. Once, I brushed the Negative Plane with my fingertips.”
“Oh well that’s even better. Now I have leeway to get other demons involved in ruining everything he can conceive of.”
"Hm.. I don't know about that. You are good at being smart, cunning, witty, and such. You have an excellent drive to help others. You care about those you surround yourself with." He pokes him in the ribs.
"Oh dear, that's very far. I am surprised. I never dared to go where they overlap." He sighs.
She smiles at him despite her tears, she then hugs him "Thank you.."
Rio recoils slightly, grinning. "Thanks..."
"It took six clerics of the entire Krynn good-aligned pantheon to restore the fingers that touched it."
He hugs her back, smiling shakily.
"Too much?" He asks, noticing the recoil.
"Oh dear. Very not good then." He sighs "If I knew about these things instead of.." he shakes his head.
"Sorry." She pulls away.
"Nah, just a kind of sensitive spot."
"Instead of what?"
"What are you sorry for?"
"Do you want me to take it back if it is uncomfortable?" He asks, genuinely concerned that he may have made Riotan uncomfortable.
"Hiding away, being a bystander." He fluffs his wings.
“I’m a spelljammer of some skill, and I’ve seen the best of Wildspace. And some of the worst, but that’s irrelevant.”
“Okay, so…”
"I suppose." He shrugs "but everyone has what they are good at."
"Unfortunately that is consequences of unlimited space in the astral plane." He laughs a bit.
"I need to make a body and pin The Brand's soul into it so me and Sparrow can torture the (GP)" she says.
“Yeah.” Rio takes his chopped veggies over and smiles. “You’re good at a lot of stuff.”
“Indeed.”
“Oh well I could help with that. I reduce maneses into spirit form and transfer them to full bodies made of conjoined animal and human parts. I’d just need to get his soul.”
"I am good at three things. Being angry, handling weaponary, and cooking. That's it." He laughs "You are much better at all things than I."
"How far have you traveled if I may ask?" He tilts his head.
"His soul is in Hell, rebuilding a body because he's a Devil Lord." She explains.
“Not a chance. The only thing I’m really good at is taxidermy, and everything I make is purposefully bad so the demons are both scarier and driven by agony.”
“I have ventured to the very edge of the Outer Planes in my life. Once, I brushed the Negative Plane with my fingertips.”
“Oh well that’s even better. Now I have leeway to get other demons involved in ruining everything he can conceive of.”
"Hm.. I don't know about that. You are good at being smart, cunning, witty, and such. You have an excellent drive to help others. You care about those you surround yourself with." He pokes him in the ribs.
"Oh dear, that's very far. I am surprised. I never dared to go where they overlap." He sighs.
She smiles at him despite her tears, she then hugs him "Thank you.."
Rio recoils slightly, grinning. "Thanks..."
"It took six clerics of the entire Krynn good-aligned pantheon to restore the fingers that touched it."
He hugs her back, smiling shakily.
"Too much?" He asks, noticing the recoil.
"Oh dear. Very not good then." He sighs "If I knew about these things instead of.." he shakes his head.
"Sorry." She pulls away.
"Nah, just a kind of sensitive spot."
"Instead of what?"
"What are you sorry for?"
"Do you want me to take it back if it is uncomfortable?" He asks, genuinely concerned that he may have made Riotan uncomfortable.
"Hiding away, being a bystander." He fluffs his wings.
"You made a face." She raises a brow.
"Oh no, I'm fine! It's just ticklish..."
"I see. Regrets are painful, but it is better to work to push forward now that you have a chance to do so."
"I did?"
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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 notices. He quickly pays his tab and sprints after the bug-thing. "Ichigo! Ichigo, where were you? I went to the house and I didn't see you!"
Franz looks up and smiles, before looking back to his work. It's taking a lot of yarn.
Ichigo looks down at him "I still live there.. it's just painful.. to do so..since you...died." He rasps.
"What is that?" Azabell asks, holding one of the stuffed animals he took from the library that is shaped like a dinosaur.
Felix slams into Ichigo and hugs him/it (you used "He" a lot, but I remember you thanking me for using "it" before). "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to die."
"It's a sweater. It's supposed to look nice. And it keeps you warm. You wear it like a shirt." He tugs at his own shirt. Then he gestures at the dinosaur. "You'll have to return that next time we go. I can get you one like it to keep, though."
"Well, stuff like this can never be fully fixed, but it can be worked through. And you can't do that without support."
"Honestly? I'd want to be a mortal if I was anything else."
He lets go of his arms, crossing them. His claws are drenched in blood. "I just don't know what to do... I lied to you, I don't even have a stupid date... I just wanted you to go away so I wouldnt have to look at you, or think about you...
“Hmm. You would trade power and immortality for… what?”
Rio sighs. “Well if that’s the case then I can go, but I want to stay and help you as best I can…”
"The chance to feel a normal life. This place? Boring... but, I'm glad you showed up, Eito." he smiles, holding their chin again.
"I don't know what I want anymore... I just need to sleep..."
“…so am I.” Eito smiles a bit wider.
“Well then, I’ll let you do that.” Riotan nods, trying to reassure Mac however he can.
He exhales shakily, leaning in a bit closer before backing away further than he came forward.
He lays down, fetal position once again, trying to sleep.
"...you're alright. I don't mind your presence."
Rio moves to the booth on the other side of the room but makes sure to keep a close eye on Mac.
"So I can... come closer?" he asks, approaching once again.
He sleeps fitfully, not hurting himself, but he sleeps.
"Of course." Eito nods, their eyes gleaming.
Rio keeps unblinking watch over him the whole time.
He continues to approach, still holding their chin. Nervous, he plants a small kiss on their cheek.
No incidents, just tossing and turning.
Eito looks surprised but pleased. "Well. I apologize for the sensation of contact with my exterior. I am sure it is not a pleasant feeling, to touch such a surface with the lips."
Rio remains there until Mac awakens.
He shakes his head, cupping the side of their face. "I enjoyed it, truly." he smiles genuinely.
It's not until mid afternoon that he awakes.
"W-well... thank you, then."
Riotan has kept watch over him the whole time.
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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.
“I’m a spelljammer of some skill, and I’ve seen the best of Wildspace. And some of the worst, but that’s irrelevant.”
“Okay, so…”
"I suppose." He shrugs "but everyone has what they are good at."
"Unfortunately that is consequences of unlimited space in the astral plane." He laughs a bit.
"I need to make a body and pin The Brand's soul into it so me and Sparrow can torture the (GP)" she says.
“Yeah.” Rio takes his chopped veggies over and smiles. “You’re good at a lot of stuff.”
“Indeed.”
“Oh well I could help with that. I reduce maneses into spirit form and transfer them to full bodies made of conjoined animal and human parts. I’d just need to get his soul.”
"I am good at three things. Being angry, handling weaponary, and cooking. That's it." He laughs "You are much better at all things than I."
"How far have you traveled if I may ask?" He tilts his head.
"His soul is in Hell, rebuilding a body because he's a Devil Lord." She explains.
“Not a chance. The only thing I’m really good at is taxidermy, and everything I make is purposefully bad so the demons are both scarier and driven by agony.”
“I have ventured to the very edge of the Outer Planes in my life. Once, I brushed the Negative Plane with my fingertips.”
“Oh well that’s even better. Now I have leeway to get other demons involved in ruining everything he can conceive of.”
"Hm.. I don't know about that. You are good at being smart, cunning, witty, and such. You have an excellent drive to help others. You care about those you surround yourself with." He pokes him in the ribs.
"Oh dear, that's very far. I am surprised. I never dared to go where they overlap." He sighs.
She smiles at him despite her tears, she then hugs him "Thank you.."
Rio recoils slightly, grinning. "Thanks..."
"It took six clerics of the entire Krynn good-aligned pantheon to restore the fingers that touched it."
He hugs her back, smiling shakily.
"Too much?" He asks, noticing the recoil.
"Oh dear. Very not good then." He sighs "If I knew about these things instead of.." he shakes his head.
"Sorry." She pulls away.
"Nah, just a kind of sensitive spot."
"Instead of what?"
"What are you sorry for?"
"Do you want me to take it back if it is uncomfortable?" He asks, genuinely concerned that he may have made Riotan uncomfortable.
"Hiding away, being a bystander." He fluffs his wings.
"You made a face." She raises a brow.
"Oh no, I'm fine! It's just ticklish..."
"I see. Regrets are painful, but it is better to work to push forward now that you have a chance to do so."
"I did?"
"..." He still looks concerned.
"I know." He nods "Forgive me, I did not mean to drag you into my own pity party."
Felix notices. He quickly pays his tab and sprints after the bug-thing. "Ichigo! Ichigo, where were you? I went to the house and I didn't see you!"
Franz looks up and smiles, before looking back to his work. It's taking a lot of yarn.
Ichigo looks down at him "I still live there.. it's just painful.. to do so..since you...died." He rasps.
"What is that?" Azabell asks, holding one of the stuffed animals he took from the library that is shaped like a dinosaur.
Felix slams into Ichigo and hugs him/it (you used "He" a lot, but I remember you thanking me for using "it" before). "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to die."
"It's a sweater. It's supposed to look nice. And it keeps you warm. You wear it like a shirt." He tugs at his own shirt. Then he gestures at the dinosaur. "You'll have to return that next time we go. I can get you one like it to keep, though."
*Ichigo goes by He/Him/They/Them/It/Itself pronouns mostly. I use 'he' a lot so it gets used a lot for him but his state of gender is such a mess that it's a bunch of things.*
"You let.. it happen..though.. I wanted to.. help you, to find a.. way to stop.. it.." he said, hugging Felix back "I was.. angry.'
"Of course." Eito nods, their eyes gleaming.
Rio keeps unblinking watch over him the whole time.
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 notices. He quickly pays his tab and sprints after the bug-thing. "Ichigo! Ichigo, where were you? I went to the house and I didn't see you!"
Franz looks up and smiles, before looking back to his work. It's taking a lot of yarn.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Too much?" He asks, noticing the recoil.
"Oh dear. Very not good then." He sighs "If I knew about these things instead of.." he shakes his head.
"Sorry." She pulls away.
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
Ichigo looks down at him "I still live there.. it's just painful.. to do so..since you...died." He rasps.
"What is that?" Azabell asks, holding one of the stuffed animals he took from the library that is shaped like a dinosaur.
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 and nods. "Be seein' ya." He steps out and heads for the tavern.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Nah, just a kind of sensitive spot."
"Instead of what?"
"What are you sorry for?"
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 looks surprised but pleased. "Well. I apologize for the sensation of contact with my exterior. I am sure it is not a pleasant feeling, to touch such a surface with the lips."
Rio remains there until Mac awakens.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Do you want me to take it back if it is uncomfortable?" He asks, genuinely concerned that he may have made Riotan uncomfortable.
"Hiding away, being a bystander." He fluffs his wings.
"You made a face." She raises a brow.
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
"Oh no, I'm fine! It's just ticklish..."
"I see. Regrets are painful, but it is better to work to push forward now that you have a chance to do so."
"I did?"
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 slams into Ichigo and hugs him/it (you used "He" a lot, but I remember you thanking me for using "it" before). "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to die."
"It's a sweater. It's supposed to look nice. And it keeps you warm. You wear it like a shirt." He tugs at his own shirt. Then he gestures at the dinosaur. "You'll have to return that next time we go. I can get you one like it to keep, though."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"W-well... thank you, then."
Riotan has kept watch over him the whole time.
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 walks up. "Hey, man. I'm guessing my friends have been harassing you for something you didn't really do?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"..." He still looks concerned.
"I know." He nods "Forgive me, I did not mean to drag you into my own pity party."
"Mhm." She nods.
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
*Im back, does anyone want to rp for a little bit?*
*Ichigo goes by He/Him/They/Them/It/Itself pronouns mostly. I use 'he' a lot so it gets used a lot for him but his state of gender is such a mess that it's a bunch of things.*
"You let.. it happen..though.. I wanted to.. help you, to find a.. way to stop.. it.." he said, hugging Felix back "I was.. angry.'
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
*cut*
"Don't worry babe. I'm fine. You don't need to worry." He says genuinely, putting a hand on top of Samaritan's hand.
"Oh, don't worry about that. You're alright."
"Oh. I didn't mean to. I'm just... this is a lot."
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.