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)
He inspects what shes revealed to him, and he smiles, surpsingly. "Oh, Okay. I see."
"Inside the cart is the peak of luxury." he says, beaming. There is a small makeshift kitchen, a storage area, a seat to drive the horses, and bunk beds.
He rolls his eyes "I'll try not to, that's the best I can do." He walks into the kitchen, preparing to get ready for work, putting on his 'kiss the cook' apron.
She looks surprised at how well they took it, their mandible folding back into their mouth. She tilts her head "You aren't afraid?"
"Are you a top of a bottom?" He asks, sitting next to the bunk beds, opening his book "And before you ask, I am referring to the bunk beds in this case."
"You aren't allowed back here anymore." says a cross looking girl. She sits on top of the island in the center of the kitchen, arms and legs crossed.
"No, my sister's much scarier... and that other lady... Not much surprises me anymore."
"Bottom, in both regards. Bunk wise, I roll around in my sleep too much, so I might fall off." he chuckles, flushing. "I can do some quick reconstruction and make the beds into two, for when we take the next step... Cuddles!"
He shrugs, “Okay.” He turns back to Domino “Tell your mom I don’t have a job anymore.” He turns back to them “What did I do wrong this time?”
She sighs, seemingly relieved and happy “Good, well, not the other part, the not much surprising you part.” She smiles softly at them, but not in the predatory way their counterpart does, more loving.
He smiles at that, looking up from his book “I was hoping that was what you were going to suggest. I would be happy to assist, I’ve done most occasions in my lifetime.”
He inspects what shes revealed to him, and he smiles, surpsingly. "Oh, Okay. I see."
"Inside the cart is the peak of luxury." he says, beaming. There is a small makeshift kitchen, a storage area, a seat to drive the horses, and bunk beds.
He rolls his eyes "I'll try not to, that's the best I can do." He walks into the kitchen, preparing to get ready for work, putting on his 'kiss the cook' apron.
She looks surprised at how well they took it, their mandible folding back into their mouth. She tilts her head "You aren't afraid?"
"Are you a top of a bottom?" He asks, sitting next to the bunk beds, opening his book "And before you ask, I am referring to the bunk beds in this case."
"You aren't allowed back here anymore." says a cross looking girl. She sits on top of the island in the center of the kitchen, arms and legs crossed.
"No, my sister's much scarier... and that other lady... Not much surprises me anymore."
"Bottom, in both regards. Bunk wise, I roll around in my sleep too much, so I might fall off." he chuckles, flushing. "I can do some quick reconstruction and make the beds into two, for when we take the next step... Cuddles!"
He shrugs, “Okay.” He turns back to Domino “Tell your mom I don’t have a job anymore.” He turns back to them “What did I do wrong this time?”
She sighs, seemingly relieved and happy “Good, well, not the other part, the not much surprising you part.” She smiles softly at them, but not in the predatory way their counterpart does, more loving.
He smiles at that, looking up from his book “I was hoping that was what you were going to suggest. I would be happy to assist, I’ve done most occasions in my lifetime.”
"Nothing, that's just Yuri... She thinks she runs the kitchen when Mom's not here."
He smiles back, not sure what to say anymore.
"Well, I've gotta get those horses. I'll be back, 'kay?" he says, walking off.
He rolls his eyes “Cool, I’m going to get working now Yuri. If you’ve got a problem with that, I would like to inform you I don’t care.” He begins taking orders.
She smiles, happy to have this silence with them, slowly leaning closer to them, their faces only itches apart from their faces making contact in some aspect.
He goes back to reading, waiting for when they are going to be ready to leave and such thing.
*How are you? I hope you’re doing well. You cannot escape.*
*I am okay for the most part, kinda depressed.*
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
*my thread is coming along nicely! Should be out this week, ideally today (if I'm lucky)*
*As a little teaser, here's my playlist!*
https://open.spotify.com/playlist/1BtnNgO7jR599Woai4vNpF
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)
He shrugs, “Okay.” He turns back to Domino “Tell your mom I don’t have a job anymore.” He turns back to them “What did I do wrong this time?”
She sighs, seemingly relieved and happy “Good, well, not the other part, the not much surprising you part.” She smiles softly at them, but not in the predatory way their counterpart does, more loving.
He smiles at that, looking up from his book “I was hoping that was what you were going to suggest. I would be happy to assist, I’ve done most occasions in my lifetime.”
*Im sorry to hear that, wanna rp to help at least a bit?*
*I don't know if I have much time.*
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
*We can continue later, but if you don’t want to it’s good.*
*Good afternoon*
*Sure I guess, here are characters.*
Yuri is outside, draining the body of a young man until he he is unconscious and then healing him.
Masuki is lying on the snowy ground, staring up at the sky.
Max is slowly dying but his body still moves like it normally does
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
Tengen finds his way near them, sitting down nearby, not wanting to ruin their moment with his presence.
Nanami seems to have an idea, and is trying to get Max’s attention “Hey! I’ve got an idea! How to help you!”
He rolls his eyes “Cool, I’m going to get working now Yuri. If you’ve got a problem with that, I would like to inform you I don’t care.” He begins taking orders.
She smiles, happy to have this silence with them, slowly leaning closer to them, their faces only itches apart from their faces making contact in some aspect.
He goes back to reading, waiting for when they are going to be ready to leave and such thing.
*Cut for Salem.*
(Good place to end?)
Her own is ice cold, reflecting her pale skin and the face that she is technically undead “Your breath is warm, I like it. It makes me wonder…”
He looks up from his book “I’ve traveled most of this plane, even if we do have trouble, I will try to keep it minimal. This is going to be lovely.”
“Just…” She fidgets with hand fingers “Makes me want to kiss you is all, but you probably don’t want to.”
He gets up and follows them inside, closing his book. He kisses them softly.
(Do you want to do anyone else? I’d be happy to.)
She looks surprised by the kiss, but leans into it, wrapping her arms around their neck.
He sits next to them “Would you like to do anything with all the free time that we have?” He says, putting away his book.
(Maybe Lilac possibly.)
*I want to be a roach..*
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