He clings to her as well, closing his own eyes, “You should rest, I’ll be right here the whole time, I promise.”
She walks over to them, putting her hands on their shoulders, giving them a kiss on the cheek with her mandibles “It’s okay… I love you… I’m sorry I starved myself.”
Eventually, after a long while, he turns back, making it back in a few minutes. He takes some long breaths, smiling wide “Amazing, I don’t usually get a good run like that.”
"fine..." she sighs, nodding off.
"I love you too." he kisses her again. "Sorry I almost killed myself to revive my brother in law...
A water cooler appears, and they lean on it. "Thirsty, buddy?"
He decides to keep his words true, fall asleep soon after.
She picks them up, her bicep almost entirely healed already as she puts them back in the wagon “I… don’t forgive you just yet… come on…” She closes the wagon door.
He sits down next to the cooler, sweating slightly “I could take a drink, thank you.”
(good end, want owt else?)
He frowns, constantly nervous with her current move.
They hand him a paper cup of cold water. While he rests, they bring froth from the plane itself gym equipment that can withstand Rag's rigorous regimen.
*No, but do you?*
She sits down next to them, holding into them tightly, wiping off her make up with a handkerchief, nibbling on their shoulder slightly.
He looks around “You are far too kind, thank you for giving me the chance to work out without having to worry about changing the environment or harming anyone.”
He clings to her as well, closing his own eyes, “You should rest, I’ll be right here the whole time, I promise.”
She walks over to them, putting her hands on their shoulders, giving them a kiss on the cheek with her mandibles “It’s okay… I love you… I’m sorry I starved myself.”
Eventually, after a long while, he turns back, making it back in a few minutes. He takes some long breaths, smiling wide “Amazing, I don’t usually get a good run like that.”
"fine..." she sighs, nodding off.
"I love you too." he kisses her again. "Sorry I almost killed myself to revive my brother in law...
A water cooler appears, and they lean on it. "Thirsty, buddy?"
He decides to keep his words true, fall asleep soon after.
She picks them up, her bicep almost entirely healed already as she puts them back in the wagon “I… don’t forgive you just yet… come on…” She closes the wagon door.
He sits down next to the cooler, sweating slightly “I could take a drink, thank you.”
(good end, want owt else?)
He frowns, constantly nervous with her current move.
They hand him a paper cup of cold water. While he rests, they bring froth from the plane itself gym equipment that can withstand Rag's rigorous regimen.
*No, but do you?*
She sits down next to them, holding into them tightly, wiping off her make up with a handkerchief, nibbling on their shoulder slightly.
He looks around “You are far too kind, thank you for giving me the chance to work out without having to worry about changing the environment or harming anyone.”
*Heriot, please*
He leans into her, humming softly.
They shake their head. "it's what friends are for, right?" they look around too. "Plus, it's a bit selfish anyway... I rigged it up to store the heat you emit." their voice is an admission, riddled with guilt
Heriot is practicing with her halberd, focusing on her weakness when someone gets too close, practicing using the blade as an axe.
The wagon begins moving once more, “Honey? May I feast from you?” She asks, her mandibles holding back into her mouth.
He chuckles at their guilt, taking one of the weights, beginning to work his arms absentmindedly “Don’t feel bad about it, I’d rather you have it than it burning down trees in the forest.”
He clings to her as well, closing his own eyes, “You should rest, I’ll be right here the whole time, I promise.”
She walks over to them, putting her hands on their shoulders, giving them a kiss on the cheek with her mandibles “It’s okay… I love you… I’m sorry I starved myself.”
Eventually, after a long while, he turns back, making it back in a few minutes. He takes some long breaths, smiling wide “Amazing, I don’t usually get a good run like that.”
"fine..." she sighs, nodding off.
"I love you too." he kisses her again. "Sorry I almost killed myself to revive my brother in law...
A water cooler appears, and they lean on it. "Thirsty, buddy?"
He decides to keep his words true, fall asleep soon after.
She picks them up, her bicep almost entirely healed already as she puts them back in the wagon “I… don’t forgive you just yet… come on…” She closes the wagon door.
He sits down next to the cooler, sweating slightly “I could take a drink, thank you.”
(good end, want owt else?)
He frowns, constantly nervous with her current move.
They hand him a paper cup of cold water. While he rests, they bring froth from the plane itself gym equipment that can withstand Rag's rigorous regimen.
*No, but do you?*
She sits down next to them, holding into them tightly, wiping off her make up with a handkerchief, nibbling on their shoulder slightly.
He looks around “You are far too kind, thank you for giving me the chance to work out without having to worry about changing the environment or harming anyone.”
*Heriot, please*
He leans into her, humming softly.
They shake their head. "it's what friends are for, right?" they look around too. "Plus, it's a bit selfish anyway... I rigged it up to store the heat you emit." their voice is an admission, riddled with guilt
Heriot is practicing with her halberd, focusing on her weakness when someone gets too close, practicing using the blade as an axe.
The wagon begins moving once more, “Honey? May I feast from you?” She asks, her mandibles holding back into her mouth.
He chuckles at their guilt, taking one of the weights, beginning to work his arms absentmindedly “Don’t feel bad about it, I’d rather you have it than it burning down trees in the forest.”
"What'd the air do to you?" Seasha asks, dangling from a nearby tree
"Directly?..." he frowns, shaking his head and re-opening the gash in his arm.
The weights are dense for their size. No more massive boulders. "I've never found such a massive source of heat save the sun, and even then, it's so far away."
She chuckles, looking over to them, “It dares to be near my girlfriend.” She continues training.
She puts her hand over the gash, healing it quickly. She frowns, “You’ve bled enough openly, if you don’t want me to… I won’t… I can wait for us to get home.”
“Yeah, so you having all the heat is fine with me.” He just does some curls and shoulder workouts for now, “You can take all the heat from me if you like, it’s all yours.”
He clings to her as well, closing his own eyes, “You should rest, I’ll be right here the whole time, I promise.”
She walks over to them, putting her hands on their shoulders, giving them a kiss on the cheek with her mandibles “It’s okay… I love you… I’m sorry I starved myself.”
Eventually, after a long while, he turns back, making it back in a few minutes. He takes some long breaths, smiling wide “Amazing, I don’t usually get a good run like that.”
"fine..." she sighs, nodding off.
"I love you too." he kisses her again. "Sorry I almost killed myself to revive my brother in law...
A water cooler appears, and they lean on it. "Thirsty, buddy?"
He decides to keep his words true, fall asleep soon after.
She picks them up, her bicep almost entirely healed already as she puts them back in the wagon “I… don’t forgive you just yet… come on…” She closes the wagon door.
He sits down next to the cooler, sweating slightly “I could take a drink, thank you.”
(good end, want owt else?)
He frowns, constantly nervous with her current move.
They hand him a paper cup of cold water. While he rests, they bring froth from the plane itself gym equipment that can withstand Rag's rigorous regimen.
*No, but do you?*
She sits down next to them, holding into them tightly, wiping off her make up with a handkerchief, nibbling on their shoulder slightly.
He looks around “You are far too kind, thank you for giving me the chance to work out without having to worry about changing the environment or harming anyone.”
*Heriot, please*
He leans into her, humming softly.
They shake their head. "it's what friends are for, right?" they look around too. "Plus, it's a bit selfish anyway... I rigged it up to store the heat you emit." their voice is an admission, riddled with guilt
Heriot is practicing with her halberd, focusing on her weakness when someone gets too close, practicing using the blade as an axe.
The wagon begins moving once more, “Honey? May I feast from you?” She asks, her mandibles holding back into her mouth.
He chuckles at their guilt, taking one of the weights, beginning to work his arms absentmindedly “Don’t feel bad about it, I’d rather you have it than it burning down trees in the forest.”
"What'd the air do to you?" Seasha asks, dangling from a nearby tree
"Directly?..." he frowns, shaking his head and re-opening the gash in his arm.
The weights are dense for their size. No more massive boulders. "I've never found such a massive source of heat save the sun, and even then, it's so far away."
She chuckles, looking over to them, “It dares to be near my girlfriend.” She continues training.
She puts her hand over the gash, healing it quickly. She frowns, “You’ve bled enough openly, if you don’t want me to… I won’t… I can wait for us to get home.”
“Yeah, so you having all the heat is fine with me.” He just does some curls and shoulder workouts for now, “You can take all the heat from me if you like, it’s all yours.”
"Without it, I would simply die!" she says, falling to the ground dramatically.
"I'll rig up a siphoning system later, okay?..." he says, frowning as well.
"Well, alright then." they smile. "I'll be back, but you've got the key to get in and out." around his neck appears a wooden key strung on a sturdy vine.
*Hypothetically, would you want to do a FF7 duet campaign?*
She walks over to them, leaning down to give them a kiss, “Fine… but I still don’t like it.” She jokes.
“It’s okay… I’ll be fine… just… stop hurting yourself… okay?” She asks, rubbing the side of their face, putting her thumbs on the sides of their mouth, raising it to where they are smiling.
He looks at the necklace, and smiles “Thank you, I will certainly make sure to use it. Take all the time you need away.” He continues his workout, just something light.
*What sort of power set/technology theme should I give my new strugel man? He's very weak and small, having the physical capabilities of the average 10-year-old human child.*
*I don't want to give him power armor, fire, lasers, or toxins. I was thinking possibly cryogenics, but I don't know how to make ice powers cool or interesting. It's magitech, so it can be basically anything.*
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*What sort of power set/technology theme should I give my new strugel man? He's very weak and small, having the physical capabilities of the average 10-year-old human child.*
*I don't want to give him power armor, fire, lasers, or toxins. I was thinking possibly cryogenics, but I don't know how to make ice powers cool or interesting. It's magitech, so it can be basically anything.*
*aerokinesis?*
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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.
*Existance is made of beans*
*I mean, I can’t prove that you’re wrong.*
*No, but do you?*
She sits down next to them, holding into them tightly, wiping off her make up with a handkerchief, nibbling on their shoulder slightly.
He looks around “You are far too kind, thank you for giving me the chance to work out without having to worry about changing the environment or harming anyone.”
*Finally, a worthy opponent*
Heriot is practicing with her halberd, focusing on her weakness when someone gets too close, practicing using the blade as an axe.
The wagon begins moving once more, “Honey? May I feast from you?” She asks, her mandibles holding back into her mouth.
He chuckles at their guilt, taking one of the weights, beginning to work his arms absentmindedly “Don’t feel bad about it, I’d rather you have it than it burning down trees in the forest.”
She chuckles, looking over to them, “It dares to be near my girlfriend.” She continues training.
She puts her hand over the gash, healing it quickly. She frowns, “You’ve bled enough openly, if you don’t want me to… I won’t… I can wait for us to get home.”
“Yeah, so you having all the heat is fine with me.” He just does some curls and shoulder workouts for now, “You can take all the heat from me if you like, it’s all yours.”
*Hypothetically, would you want to do a FF7 duet campaign?*
She walks over to them, leaning down to give them a kiss, “Fine… but I still don’t like it.” She jokes.
“It’s okay… I’ll be fine… just… stop hurting yourself… okay?” She asks, rubbing the side of their face, putting her thumbs on the sides of their mouth, raising it to where they are smiling.
He looks at the necklace, and smiles “Thank you, I will certainly make sure to use it. Take all the time you need away.” He continues his workout, just something light.
*Cut for Salem. I might make one, possibly.*
She goes down without resistance, smiling at them, putting down her weapon “Or so you think.”
She sinks into the kiss, closing her eyes and enjoying the moment. She wraps her arms around them, rubbing their back softly with her clawed fingers.
“Of course, if I’ll need anything, I’ll find you as soon as I can.” He says, waving them off with a smile.
*O vanity of vanities!*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*What sort of power set/technology theme should I give my new strugel man? He's very weak and small, having the physical capabilities of the average 10-year-old human child.*
*I don't want to give him power armor, fire, lasers, or toxins. I was thinking possibly cryogenics, but I don't know how to make ice powers cool or interesting. It's magitech, so it can be basically anything.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*aerokinesis?*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]