Both cons process this. Aldo steps aside, straightening his glasses as the hitman runs past him and out of the alley, muttering something about "...don't get paid enough to deal with..."
Aldo looks up at the giant, fidgeting. "So, uh, what's the beef? Wh-what are you gonna do now?" He pulls a bottle of soda out of the box on his back.
"Well, first you're gonna express your gratitude for my service by givin' me one of those there soda pops. Rescuing ferrets makes my throat dry." He says with a wide smile.
"O-oh, right, of course!" He clears his throat and begins to act more friendly and less nervous. "On the house, of course." He pulls out an additional bottle, pops off the caps with his little bottle opener, and hands them over. "Want any ice cream with that? Won't cost ya' nothin', pal."
Both cons process this. Aldo steps aside, straightening his glasses as the hitman runs past him and out of the alley, muttering something about "...don't get paid enough to deal with..."
Aldo looks up at the giant, fidgeting. "So, uh, what's the beef? Wh-what are you gonna do now?" He pulls a bottle of soda out of the box on his back.
"Well, first you're gonna express your gratitude for my service by givin' me one of those there soda pops. Rescuing ferrets makes my throat dry." He says with a wide smile.
"O-oh, right, of course!" He clears his throat and begins to act more friendly and less nervous. "On the house, of course." He pulls out an additional bottle, pops off the caps with his little bottle opener, and hands them over. "Want any ice cream with that? Won't cost ya' nothin', pal."
"Ice cream sounds nice. And while yer fetchin' it for me, you mind tellin' me what those fellas were after you for?"
A small human man is relaxing outside the inn. He keeps checking his pocketwatch
A small cart is pushed over to him. The strugel driving it hops up onto the step and leans against it. "How 'bout a nice cold float? Great if ya wanna 'chill out,' heh."
A small human man is relaxing outside the inn. He keeps checking his pocketwatch
A wolf ambles up to his spot in the grass and lies down beside him, dropping an envelope in his lap. He gives the wolf a scratch and reads the letter
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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)
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)
A small human man is relaxing outside the inn. He keeps checking his pocketwatch
A small cart is pushed over to him. The strugel driving it hops up onto the step and leans against it. "How 'bout a nice cold float? Great if ya wanna 'chill out,' heh."
"That sounds good, actually. I'll have one-" the wolf tugs on his pant leg. "Two."
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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)
"O-oh, right, of course!" He clears his throat and begins to act more friendly and less nervous. "On the house, of course." He pulls out an additional bottle, pops off the caps with his little bottle opener, and hands them over. "Want any ice cream with that? Won't cost ya' nothin', pal."
"Ice cream sounds nice. And while yer fetchin' it for me, you mind tellin' me what those fellas were after you for?"
He unfolds his pack, revealing it to be a stand for ice cream floats. He begins to scoop a big, triple-layer paper bowl of vanilla ice-cream, chattering all the while.
"Oh, they just wanted a paycheck. The guys above them? They hate me for quitting the Guild. No one ever missed a payment when I was around. Bookie, collector, and, rarely, demonstrator. Overall I just made sure money got where it needed to go: from the pockets of orphans and widows and into the hands of a bucha wacko lowlifes. I hate violence, but sometimes I wanna wring the Xanathar's neck. I mean, I assume he has one, even if he don't stick it out for no one. Ya get me, right, brotha?"
A small human man is relaxing outside the inn. He keeps checking his pocketwatch
A small cart is pushed over to him. The strugel driving it hops up onto the step and leans against it. "How 'bout a nice cold float? Great if ya wanna 'chill out,' heh."
"That sounds good, actually. I'll have one-" the wolf tugs on his pant leg. "Two."
The miniature soda jerk smiles and nods. "Comin' right up, chief. Cola and vanilla, or somethin' special?" He puts out some sturdy paper cups and compostable spoons.
"O-oh, right, of course!" He clears his throat and begins to act more friendly and less nervous. "On the house, of course." He pulls out an additional bottle, pops off the caps with his little bottle opener, and hands them over. "Want any ice cream with that? Won't cost ya' nothin', pal."
"Ice cream sounds nice. And while yer fetchin' it for me, you mind tellin' me what those fellas were after you for?"
He unfolds his pack, revealing it to be a stand for ice cream floats. He begins to scoop a big, triple-layer paper bowl of vanilla ice-cream, chattering all the while.
"Oh, they just wanted a paycheck. The guys above them? They hate me for quitting the Guild. No one ever missed a payment when I was around. Bookie, collector, and, rarely, demonstrator. Overall I just made sure money got where it needed to go: from the pockets of orphans and widows and into the hands of a bucha wacko lowlifes. I hate violence, but sometimes I wanna wring the Xanathar's neck. I mean, I assume he has one, even if he don't stick it out for no one. Ya get me, right, brotha?"
He scratches his paunch, "I think I do. You were too handy to be allowed to leave, is that right?"
A small human man is relaxing outside the inn. He keeps checking his pocketwatch
A small cart is pushed over to him. The strugel driving it hops up onto the step and leans against it. "How 'bout a nice cold float? Great if ya wanna 'chill out,' heh."
"That sounds good, actually. I'll have one-" the wolf tugs on his pant leg. "Two."
The miniature soda jerk smiles and nods. "Comin' right up, chief. Cola and vanilla, or somethin' special?" He puts out some sturdy paper cups and compostable spoons.
"Nope, just the original'l do." he turns to the wolf. "Go on'n' get changed, you can't drink it like that" the wolf growls a little and ambles off. Not long after, a kid with shaggy black hair and overalls comes.
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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 unfolds his pack, revealing it to be a stand for ice cream floats. He begins to scoop a big, triple-layer paper bowl of vanilla ice-cream, chattering all the while.
"Oh, they just wanted a paycheck. The guys above them? They hate me for quitting the Guild. No one ever missed a payment when I was around. Bookie, collector, and, rarely, demonstrator. Overall I just made sure money got where it needed to go: from the pockets of orphans and widows and into the hands of a bucha wacko lowlifes. I hate violence, but sometimes I wanna wring the Xanathar's neck. I mean, I assume he has one, even if he don't stick it out for no one. Ya get me, right, brotha?"
He scratches his paunch, "I think I do. You were too handy to be allowed to leave, is that right?"
"Yep! My penchant for shrapnel and terror makes me a force to be reckoned with. 'Course, I didn't come here to join the mob. I just wanted to do this, y'know? Sellin' floats. Speakin' o' which, ya want any toppin's, boss?" He places down the bowl, now filled with beautifully scooped ice cream.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
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"O-oh, right, of course!" He clears his throat and begins to act more friendly and less nervous. "On the house, of course." He pulls out an additional bottle, pops off the caps with his little bottle opener, and hands them over. "Want any ice cream with that? Won't cost ya' nothin', pal."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Depends. What is that?" The chef stares at the vial
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Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
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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.
“Something that may make you even stronger than you already are, if it works correctly.”
"Ice cream sounds nice. And while yer fetchin' it for me, you mind tellin' me what those fellas were after you for?"
"Ohhhhhkay..." He still looks at the vial, his frills lowered curiously "I guess I'll drink it?"
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Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
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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.
A small cart is pushed over to him. The strugel driving it hops up onto the step and leans against it. "How 'bout a nice cold float? Great if ya wanna 'chill out,' heh."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
A wolf ambles up to his spot in the grass and lies down beside him, dropping an envelope in his lap. He gives the wolf a scratch and reads the letter
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)
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)
She claps her hands together, seemingly very excited “Fabulous!” She hands them the vial, tilting her head eyes curious.
*Lil dude OWO https://www.pixilart.com/photo/r-bt-12de04eff30baab*
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.
"That sounds good, actually. I'll have one-" the wolf tugs on his pant leg. "Two."
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 opens the vial and drinks it
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 unfolds his pack, revealing it to be a stand for ice cream floats. He begins to scoop a big, triple-layer paper bowl of vanilla ice-cream, chattering all the while.
"Oh, they just wanted a paycheck. The guys above them? They hate me for quitting the Guild. No one ever missed a payment when I was around. Bookie, collector, and, rarely, demonstrator. Overall I just made sure money got where it needed to go: from the pockets of orphans and widows and into the hands of a bucha wacko lowlifes. I hate violence, but sometimes I wanna wring the Xanathar's neck. I mean, I assume he has one, even if he don't stick it out for no one. Ya get me, right, brotha?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
The miniature soda jerk smiles and nods. "Comin' right up, chief. Cola and vanilla, or somethin' special?" He puts out some sturdy paper cups and compostable spoons.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
It tastes… tingly, like trying to swallow yarn, before he begins to feel strange. His muscles grow rapidly as his strength shoots to 30.
He scratches his paunch, "I think I do. You were too handy to be allowed to leave, is that right?"
"Nope, just the original'l do." he turns to the wolf. "Go on'n' get changed, you can't drink it like that" the wolf growls a little and ambles off. Not long after, a kid with shaggy black hair and overalls comes.
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)
"Holy [GP]" He stares to his new muscles "How did you do that?"
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.
“Oh fantastic, you didn’t explode.” She sighs, putting a hand to her chest, “I was worried for a moment there.”
"Yep! My penchant for shrapnel and terror makes me a force to be reckoned with. 'Course, I didn't come here to join the mob. I just wanted to do this, y'know? Sellin' floats. Speakin' o' which, ya want any toppin's, boss?" He places down the bowl, now filled with beautifully scooped ice cream.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels