Numerous fish line the banks, it looks as though they went a suicidal route and jumped out of the water to land only to die. Harlow grumbles something about 'mating season' for the fish.
Samaritan lights a cigar and watches him, exhaling smoke from behind his mask. "I am good, not dead, not aching, not dying, so overall well." He smirks "What about you?"
"Thinking about it but I don't know anything about cats." He shrugs.
“And you’re showing me this… why?”
“Lovely now that you’re here!”
“Not too much to know, I think. Just feed it, water it, keep it from getting in any bad situations, and don’t let it shed on all your clothes.” Loriche looks at the cat happily. “I think a third member of our little crew would be nice!”
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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.
Numerous fish line the banks, it looks as though they went a suicidal route and jumped out of the water to land only to die. Harlow grumbles something about 'mating season' for the fish.
Samaritan lights a cigar and watches him, exhaling smoke from behind his mask. "I am good, not dead, not aching, not dying, so overall well." He smirks "What about you?"
"Thinking about it but I don't know anything about cats." He shrugs.
“And you’re showing me this… why?”
“Lovely now that you’re here!”
“Not too much to know, I think. Just feed it, water it, keep it from getting in any bad situations, and don’t let it shed on all your clothes.” Loriche looks at the cat happily. “I think a third member of our little crew would be nice!”
"They died. The random take of migration patterns for these fishean they should stay in the water. They don't die like normal salmon, let alone jump out of the bloody river!" He whips around, pointing a pencil at him.
"Good, then you'll behave." He huffs out a light laugh.
"What should we name it?" He asks, tilting his head.
He leans down to them “Use the sword, write in the dirt. It’s okay.”
“I can’t give ya just me, I love ya too much.” He gives them a kiss.
*Im sorry.*
He begins to scratch something into the dirt, it looks like the sentence 'It hurts'.
He smirks under his mask and nuzzles him.
*If I could give you a noogie right now I would.*
He nods, looking up to them “I’m sorry it does… is there anything I could possibly do to help?”
They return the nuzzling “When do ya want me ta get yer gift?”
He shakes his head and hands back the sword.
"Anytime is fine." he smiles
He sheaths it and hugs them, his eyes moistening with tears.
He stands up, “Then I’ll be right back.” He runs off. He comes back with a decently large bag in hand, handing it to them.
A raspy groan comes from their throat but they hug back.
He narrows his eyes behind the mask and takes it.
“How long do you think you have left?” He gives them the blade back to write.
It seems to be a set of knives, each of them unique, one of them even from the Gnarly Desert, that one engraved with their initials. Grimes is waiting to see how they react to the gift.
He leans down to them “Use the sword, write in the dirt. It’s okay.”
“I can’t give ya just me, I love ya too much.” He gives them a kiss.
*Im sorry.*
He begins to scratch something into the dirt, it looks like the sentence 'It hurts'.
He smirks under his mask and nuzzles him.
*If I could give you a noogie right now I would.*
He nods, looking up to them “I’m sorry it does… is there anything I could possibly do to help?”
They return the nuzzling “When do ya want me ta get yer gift?”
He shakes his head and hands back the sword.
"Anytime is fine." he smiles
He sheaths it and hugs them, his eyes moistening with tears.
He stands up, “Then I’ll be right back.” He runs off. He comes back with a decently large bag in hand, handing it to them.
A raspy groan comes from their throat but they hug back.
He narrows his eyes behind the mask and takes it.
“How long do you think you have left?” He gives them the blade back to write.
It seems to be a set of knives, each of them unique, one of them even from the Gnarly Desert, that one engraved with their initials. Grimes is waiting to see how they react to the gift.
They shrug, rolling his rotting shoulders. He scratches into the dirt "I am dying but not dead.. A constant state of rot."
They hold each one up, examining it before putting them away and yanking Grime's by the collar and kissing him passionately.
Numerous fish line the banks, it looks as though they went a suicidal route and jumped out of the water to land only to die. Harlow grumbles something about 'mating season' for the fish.
Samaritan lights a cigar and watches him, exhaling smoke from behind his mask. "I am good, not dead, not aching, not dying, so overall well." He smirks "What about you?"
"Thinking about it but I don't know anything about cats." He shrugs.
“And you’re showing me this… why?”
“Lovely now that you’re here!”
“Not too much to know, I think. Just feed it, water it, keep it from getting in any bad situations, and don’t let it shed on all your clothes.” Loriche looks at the cat happily. “I think a third member of our little crew would be nice!”
"They died. The random take of migration patterns for these fishean they should stay in the water. They don't die like normal salmon, let alone jump out of the bloody river!" He whips around, pointing a pencil at him.
"Good, then you'll behave." He huffs out a light laugh.
"What should we name it?" He asks, tilting his head.
“But what does that have to do with me? You’re the expert here.”
Rio flops onto the top of the chasm, clutching the vrock’s body in his mouth. He smirks. “No promises~”
“Uhhh, maybe like… I don’t know. I can’t think of anything.”
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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.
Numerous fish line the banks, it looks as though they went a suicidal route and jumped out of the water to land only to die. Harlow grumbles something about 'mating season' for the fish.
Samaritan lights a cigar and watches him, exhaling smoke from behind his mask. "I am good, not dead, not aching, not dying, so overall well." He smirks "What about you?"
"Thinking about it but I don't know anything about cats." He shrugs.
“And you’re showing me this… why?”
“Lovely now that you’re here!”
“Not too much to know, I think. Just feed it, water it, keep it from getting in any bad situations, and don’t let it shed on all your clothes.” Loriche looks at the cat happily. “I think a third member of our little crew would be nice!”
"They died. The random take of migration patterns for these fishean they should stay in the water. They don't die like normal salmon, let alone jump out of the bloody river!" He whips around, pointing a pencil at him.
"Good, then you'll behave." He huffs out a light laugh.
"What should we name it?" He asks, tilting his head.
“But what does that have to do with me? You’re the expert here.”
Rio flops onto the top of the chasm, clutching the vrock’s body in his mouth. He smirks. “No promises~”
“Uhhh, maybe like… I don’t know. I can’t think of anything.”
"You said you were a necromancer." He said and gestures to the fish "Do you know why they went to death?"
Samaritan rolls his eyes and exhales a drag of smoke.
"maybe bullet or blade or something?"
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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
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“And you’re showing me this… why?”
“Lovely now that you’re here!”
“Not too much to know, I think. Just feed it, water it, keep it from getting in any bad situations, and don’t let it shed on all your clothes.” Loriche looks at the cat happily. “I think a third member of our little crew would be nice!”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"They died. The random take of migration patterns for these fishean they should stay in the water. They don't die like normal salmon, let alone jump out of the bloody river!" He whips around, pointing a pencil at him.
"Good, then you'll behave." He huffs out a light laugh.
"What should we name it?" He asks, tilting his head.
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
*Ah, why am I alive?*
Tengen gets up from his meditation to look into their blank, dead eyes before handing them his sword “If there anything I can do for you?”
Grimes finishes his workout, his legs glistening with sweat as he sits next to them, clinging onto them.
*Because god said 'WAKE UP-'*
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
They take the sword, some sort of glint in their eye. They begin to sit down and look it over.
TH snorts and hugs him back, playing with their hair.
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
*Unfortunately enough, that sounds about right.*
Each of the runes has a similar function to the others, connecting them to each other, they also seem to be made to contain something.
“I have a gift fer ya.” He says, looking up into their eyes affectionately.
*Gonna reply on the pm? Not rushing you.*
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
*Yep, i am very sorry.*
He narrows his eyes, making a strained noise.
"Mn?" he tilts his head "I thought you were it?"
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 for Wendi. Stop apologizing.*
He leans down to them “Use the sword, write in the dirt. It’s okay.”
“I can’t give ya just me, I love ya too much.” He gives them a kiss.
*Im sorry.*
He begins to scratch something into the dirt, it looks like the sentence 'It hurts'.
He smirks under his mask and nuzzles him.
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
*If I could give you a noogie right now I would.*
He nods, looking up to them “I’m sorry it does… is there anything I could possibly do to help?”
They return the nuzzling “When do ya want me ta get yer gift?”
He shakes his head and hands back the sword.
"Anytime is fine." he smiles
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 sheaths it and hugs them, his eyes moistening with tears.
He stands up, “Then I’ll be right back.” He runs off. He comes back with a decently large bag in hand, handing it to them.
A raspy groan comes from their throat but they hug back.
He narrows his eyes behind the mask and takes it.
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
“How long do you think you have left?” He gives them the blade back to write.
It seems to be a set of knives, each of them unique, one of them even from the Gnarly Desert, that one engraved with their initials. Grimes is waiting to see how they react to the gift.
They shrug, rolling his rotting shoulders. He scratches into the dirt "I am dying but not dead.. A constant state of rot."
They hold each one up, examining it before putting them away and yanking Grime's by the collar and kissing him passionately.
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
“But what does that have to do with me? You’re the expert here.”
Rio flops onto the top of the chasm, clutching the vrock’s body in his mouth. He smirks. “No promises~”
“Uhhh, maybe like… I don’t know. I can’t think of anything.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"You said you were a necromancer." He said and gestures to the fish "Do you know why they went to death?"
Samaritan rolls his eyes and exhales a drag of smoke.
"maybe bullet or blade or something?"
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