He sighs again. "Your self-preservation skills are lacking. Where on earth do critters like you come from?"
"I don't know.. but I like you, and you're stuck with me if you'll have me." he smiles wide
He leans backward onto Jack, very tangible and tactile. Jack can smell his sweet, soporific fur, hear and feel his heartbeat. He's more real than ever. He tilts his head back until Jack can see his smile. "So... it's a deal, then?"
“As good as I can be.” He moves to the side, giving them enough space to sit down, putting his mop down nearby.
He nods, smirking softly for a moment, giving her a kiss on the forehead.
He continues to listen, as he said he’s not going to influence this with his own opinions, they have to settle this themselves.
She sits next to him. "Well, that's lovely to hear, hun."
She smiles, happy he understands and gets back to work
"I could barely accept it myself.." "And now you're telling me, again. Like I said before, i'm not gonna shut you out of my life. Im glad you told me too late, because I wouldn't have found Clem." she sighs, pinching her nose. "I told you before that as long as Clem lives, i'm going to love him, and that one day you and me can be, but its not our time. My fiancee is all I need right now, I don't need your love, I just need you to be here like you're supposed be; a father figure. Okay?"
He raises an eyebrow “Hun? Okay.” He says, cracking his neck “How about you? Doing good I hope. Find that human you’re looking for?”
(Good place to end for the happy couple?)
Clem attempts to leave, realizing he may be in the wrong to intrude on this moment, some gold falling as he attempts to go, stopping. If they turn they can see the small house cat attempting to slowly leave.
*I don’t know who to use! Do you have any characters you crave using?*
*Uhhhhh s p a r r o w?*
*I was referring to your characters, but of course. Anyone else?*
Sparrow is in the woods, cleaning up his clothes in the river, his head sweating and hair messy, been dealing with strange nightmares for the past few days, but he’s been ignoring it.
*Ohhh, very sorry. Uhh, I guess Thorne, BB, and maybe Home.*
*I don’t know who to use! Do you have any characters you crave using?*
*Uhhhhh s p a r r o w?*
*I was referring to your characters, but of course. Anyone else?*
Sparrow is in the woods, cleaning up his clothes in the river, his head sweating and hair messy, been dealing with strange nightmares for the past few days, but he’s been ignoring it.
*Ohhh, very sorry. Uhh, I guess Thorne, BB, and maybe Home.*
Stroth appears beside him, grinning madly.
*Hmm, don’t really have anyone for any of those… unfortunate. Oh wait, I have someone for Thorne!*
He looks to them with eyes that show he hasn’t gotten much sleep, smiling softly. “Howdy, honey.”
He leans backward onto Jack, very tangible and tactile. Jack can smell his sweet, soporific fur, hear and feel his heartbeat. He's more real than ever. He tilts his head back until Jack can see his smile. "So... it's a deal, then?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Thirteen enters the room, sees the creature, and just stands there, utterly baffled.
"And you as well." He nods. The dogs seem harmless.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*xzvzmxcbbv*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Okie dokie.*
Ashi is outside, sharpening her blades.
Anson is still grumping about, pouring over maps.
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
*lksnglkdnsb*
*Ah, I forgot you were made of B O N E S.*
*Shame.*
*(Roundhouse kick, but normal so it harms instead of heals)*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Anyone wanna rp :>*
He raises an eyebrow “Hun? Okay.” He says, cracking his neck “How about you? Doing good I hope. Find that human you’re looking for?”
(Good place to end for the happy couple?)
Clem attempts to leave, realizing he may be in the wrong to intrude on this moment, some gold falling as he attempts to go, stopping. If they turn they can see the small house cat attempting to slowly leave.
*very much so*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Ohhh, very sorry. Uhh, I guess Thorne, BB, and maybe Home.*
Stroth appears beside him, grinning madly.
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
*(Dies twice)*
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
*qrtoyieuywirop*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Yay! Who do ye want.*
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
*Hmm, don’t really have anyone for any of those… unfortunate. Oh wait, I have someone for Thorne!*
He looks to them with eyes that show he hasn’t gotten much sleep, smiling softly. “Howdy, honey.”
He approaches, still dumbfounded. "...how?"
"Cyclically." One of the hounds licks his paw.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Samaritan, Thorne, and uh anyone else*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.