Austin is heating up some oil on the stove. He has several breaded but raw chicken legs beside him. He's checking the temperature of the oil frequently, seemingly slightly frustrated as he snacks on chocolates.
Austin is heating up some oil on the stove. He has several breaded but raw chicken legs beside him. He's checking the temperature of the oil frequently, seemingly slightly frustrated as he snacks on chocolates.
*Cool, let me introduce my Heckna boi rq*
Someone walks over to them. They are wearing a mask that seems to cover their entire face, but from what they can see, they’re an Aasimar. Around 5’11 to 6’0, scrawny, lanky. The mask depicts the smiling half of the Theater. He seems to look at them, though there are no eye holes in the mask, his voice young, late teenager at the oldest, nervous “H-hello.”
Austin is heating up some oil on the stove. He has several breaded but raw chicken legs beside him. He's checking the temperature of the oil frequently, seemingly slightly frustrated as he snacks on chocolates.
*Cool, let me introduce my Heckna boi rq*
Someone walks over to them. They are wearing a mask that seems to cover their entire face, but from what they can see, they’re an Aasimar. Around 5’11 to 6’0, scrawny, lanky. The mask depicts the smiling half of the Theater. He seems to look at them, though there are no eye holes in the mask, his voice young, late teenager at the oldest, nervous “H-hello.”
Despite watching him approach, the little ringmaster flinches slightly when the aasimar speaks. Then he puts on a smile. "Hey! I'm frying some wonderful, delicious, succulent chicken! It's fresh from a local farm, too! You interested?"
Austin is heating up some oil on the stove. He has several breaded but raw chicken legs beside him. He's checking the temperature of the oil frequently, seemingly slightly frustrated as he snacks on chocolates.
*Cool, let me introduce my Heckna boi rq*
Someone walks over to them. They are wearing a mask that seems to cover their entire face, but from what they can see, they’re an Aasimar. Around 5’11 to 6’0, scrawny, lanky. The mask depicts the smiling half of the Theater. He seems to look at them, though there are no eye holes in the mask, his voice young, late teenager at the oldest, nervous “H-hello.”
Despite watching him approach, the little ringmaster flinches slightly when the aasimar speaks. Then he puts on a smile. "Hey! I'm frying some wonderful, delicious, succulent chicken! It's fresh from a local farm, too! You interested?"
He nods a little bit, his gloved hands clasped together, thumbs fidgeting as he seems to stare at his own shadow, before saying “Would you like to see a magic trick while we wait?” He still has that nervousness, but pulls out a coin to do the trick with.
Austin is heating up some oil on the stove. He has several breaded but raw chicken legs beside him. He's checking the temperature of the oil frequently, seemingly slightly frustrated as he snacks on chocolates.
Despite watching him approach, the little ringmaster flinches slightly when the aasimar speaks. Then he puts on a smile. "Hey! I'm frying some wonderful, delicious, succulent chicken! It's fresh from a local farm, too! You interested?"
He nods a little bit, his gloved hands clasped together, thumbs fidgeting as he seems to stare at his own shadow, before saying “Would you like to see a magic trick while we wait?” He still has that nervousness, but pulls out a coin to do the trick with.
"As long as nobody gets hurt!" He chuckles before checking the oil again.
Despite watching him approach, the little ringmaster flinches slightly when the aasimar speaks. Then he puts on a smile. "Hey! I'm frying some wonderful, delicious, succulent chicken! It's fresh from a local farm, too! You interested?"
He nods a little bit, his gloved hands clasped together, thumbs fidgeting as he seems to stare at his own shadow, before saying “Would you like to see a magic trick while we wait?” He still has that nervousness, but pulls out a coin to do the trick with.
"As long as nobody gets hurt!" He chuckles before checking the oil again.
He mutters something to himself, before holding out the coin “Watch this.” He holds the coin with two hands, before pulling it apart, and it suddenly is two coins.
"As long as nobody gets hurt!" He chuckles before checking the oil again.
He mutters something to himself, before holding out the coin “Watch this.” He holds the coin with two hands, before pulling it apart, and it suddenly is two coins.
"That's really good! You a stage magician or a mage? Or maybe both?" He looks back to the oil and checks it once more, and seems satisfied before putting two chicken legs in.
"As long as nobody gets hurt!" He chuckles before checking the oil again.
He mutters something to himself, before holding out the coin “Watch this.” He holds the coin with two hands, before pulling it apart, and it suddenly is two coins.
"That's really good! You a stage magician or a mage? Or maybe both?" He looks back to the oil and checks it once more, and seems satisfied before putting two chicken legs in.
He puts the coins away, his hands going back to fidgeting as he nods, before stopping himself “I… was a stage magician, and a dancer too… I’m not anymore…” He looks down to his shuffling feet.
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*Anybody here who wanna rp?*
*I'm here*
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Salem has dubbed me Fellow Pancake of The Fox.
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
*Do you wanna rp?*
*Have a strugel. I'm gonna intro a robot soon.*
Austin is heating up some oil on the stove. He has several breaded but raw chicken legs beside him. He's checking the temperature of the oil frequently, seemingly slightly frustrated as he snacks on chocolates.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Cool, let me introduce my Heckna boi rq*
Someone walks over to them. They are wearing a mask that seems to cover their entire face, but from what they can see, they’re an Aasimar. Around 5’11 to 6’0, scrawny, lanky. The mask depicts the smiling half of the Theater. He seems to look at them, though there are no eye holes in the mask, his voice young, late teenager at the oldest, nervous “H-hello.”
Despite watching him approach, the little ringmaster flinches slightly when the aasimar speaks. Then he puts on a smile. "Hey! I'm frying some wonderful, delicious, succulent chicken! It's fresh from a local farm, too! You interested?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*no one on discord is responding to my clever memes and it's damaging my self esteem*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
He nods a little bit, his gloved hands clasped together, thumbs fidgeting as he seems to stare at his own shadow, before saying “Would you like to see a magic trick while we wait?” He still has that nervousness, but pulls out a coin to do the trick with.
*I'm sorry, would you like me to change it?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"As long as nobody gets hurt!" He chuckles before checking the oil again.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*I would if I was there, but I don’t have discord.*
*Oh hey Salem, you’re back.*
*Hello I is back*
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Salem has dubbed me Fellow Pancake of The Fox.
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
He mutters something to himself, before holding out the coin “Watch this.” He holds the coin with two hands, before pulling it apart, and it suddenly is two coins.
*all good. i was just exaggerating. want anyone for the roleplaying from me?*
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 would love to rp, if you would want to, who would you like?*
"That's really good! You a stage magician or a mage? Or maybe both?" He looks back to the oil and checks it once more, and seems satisfied before putting two chicken legs in.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*i asked you first /j*
*Sersha and John?*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
He puts the coins away, his hands going back to fidgeting as he nods, before stopping himself “I… was a stage magician, and a dancer too… I’m not anymore…” He looks down to his shuffling feet.