“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.
"Not yet." she sighs, cracking all three necks. "How's the job?"
(yis)
"And he trusts you so much that he's slinking about like a coward." Silyxer says, calling attention to Clem
"He's... no, no way..."
“It hasn’t been as much work recently, which is good. The less people I have to put out of their misery, the better for the world.” He tosses a flaming ball inbetween his hands “Good to see you again.”
He shifts back to his regular form, angry, “Oh I’m sorry! I didn’t want my fiancé to end up bleeding because you can’t accept that Lilac loves anyone other than you.” He snaps back at Silyxer, before turning to Lilac, stopping, more angry at his own behavior as he thinks about it.
*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.*
He looks to them with eyes that show he hasn’t gotten much sleep, smiling softly. “Howdy, honey.”
*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.*
He looks to them with eyes that show he hasn’t gotten much sleep, smiling softly. “Howdy, honey.”
*It's all good.*
"How're you dear?" He asked
*No wait, I have someone for Thorne, though they are trying to kill him.*
“I’m doin’ fine, just cleanin’ myself up.” He says, lying to himself as much as them.
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?"
"Depends on what you mean by a deal, sweetheart." he says with a smile, happy to be able to actually hold Podmorski. "You have a pretty smile, by the way."
"It's an illusion, but so is the rest of me. You're mine now." He rolls so that Jack is smothered in his prodigious gut. Strangely, Jack can still breathe quite easily despite feeling the pressure and weight on him.
*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.*
He looks to them with eyes that show he hasn’t gotten much sleep, smiling softly. “Howdy, honey.”
*It's all good.*
"How're you dear?" He asked
*No wait, I have someone for Thorne, though they are trying to kill him.*
“I’m doin’ fine, just cleanin’ myself up.” He says, lying to himself as much as them.
For a moment he considers stopping them, but instead, he focuses a bit of his heat there to make it for comfortable for them, eyes still tired.
He is stunned, but only for a moment, his head dropping to look at the ground as he nods the tiniest bit, “I’m sorry.” He says, before walking out of the cave and back towards the town without any resistance, his voice full of apologies he doesn’t have the strength to say.
*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.*
He looks to them with eyes that show he hasn’t gotten much sleep, smiling softly. “Howdy, honey.”
*It's all good.*
"How're you dear?" He asked
*No wait, I have someone for Thorne, though they are trying to kill him.*
“I’m doin’ fine, just cleanin’ myself up.” He says, lying to himself as much as them.
*Okie dokie :D*
He raises a brow, chuckling "Sure."
“I’m fine, I just have been missin’ a lil bit o’ sleep.” He says, giving them a kiss.
John Dungeon is preparing to murder Thorne, sharpening his greatsword and polishing his armor in preparation.
For a moment he considers stopping them, but instead, he focuses a bit of his heat there to make it for comfortable for them, eyes still tired.
He is stunned, but only for a moment, his head dropping to look at the ground as he nods the tiniest bit, “I’m sorry.” He says, before walking out of the cave and back towards the town without any resistance, his voice full of apologies he doesn’t have the strength to say.
"Are you an immortal?" she asks a bit suddenly.
He can hear some murmured discussion between the dragons for a moment until he's out of earshot. After an hour, he's picked up by Lilac and flown back to the cave.
“Immortal? Never took the time to learn. Why?” He asks them in return, curious to their reasons.
He’s full of apologies, his eyes big as he curls up in her arms, unable to make eye contact with her even after the hour. His fur puffs at her touch, before he finally settles on saying “I’m sorry…”
*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.*
He looks to them with eyes that show he hasn’t gotten much sleep, smiling softly. “Howdy, honey.”
*It's all good.*
"How're you dear?" He asked
*No wait, I have someone for Thorne, though they are trying to kill him.*
“I’m doin’ fine, just cleanin’ myself up.” He says, lying to himself as much as them.
*Okie dokie :D*
He raises a brow, chuckling "Sure."
“I’m fine, I just have been missin’ a lil bit o’ sleep.” He says, giving them a kiss.
John Dungeon is preparing to murder Thorne, sharpening his greatsword and polishing his armor in preparation.
He smiles and brushes back his black hair "You need that hon."
Thorne walks back up to his office, having found the files he needs.
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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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“It hasn’t been as much work recently, which is good. The less people I have to put out of their misery, the better for the world.” He tosses a flaming ball inbetween his hands “Good to see you again.”
He shifts back to his regular form, angry, “Oh I’m sorry! I didn’t want my fiancé to end up bleeding because you can’t accept that Lilac loves anyone other than you.” He snaps back at Silyxer, before turning to Lilac, stopping, more angry at his own behavior as he thinks about it.
*Ah, I forgot you were made of L I F E.*
*Shame.*
*(Drills holes in your jaw and steals your ability to eat homunculi)*
*I would like to RP*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*It's all good.*
"How're you dear?" He asked
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
*No wait, I have someone for Thorne, though they are trying to kill him.*
“I’m doin’ fine, just cleanin’ myself up.” He says, lying to himself as much as them.
"It's an illusion, but so is the rest of me. You're mine now." He rolls so that Jack is smothered in his prodigious gut. Strangely, Jack can still breathe quite easily despite feeling the pressure and weight on him.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Okie dokie*
Samaritan is in the kitchen of the restaurant, cooking up what appears to be a three layered cake.
Thorne is in the records room, sifting through old files.
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
"Where did she... come from?"
"Good, probably."
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*yes please :3.*
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
*WAIT*
*WE'RE FINALLY DOING DND!!!*
*YAAAAY!!!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Okie dokie :D*
He raises a brow, chuckling "Sure."
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 Salem.*
For a moment he considers stopping them, but instead, he focuses a bit of his heat there to make it for comfortable for them, eyes still tired.
He is stunned, but only for a moment, his head dropping to look at the ground as he nods the tiniest bit, “I’m sorry.” He says, before walking out of the cave and back towards the town without any resistance, his voice full of apologies he doesn’t have the strength to say.
“I’m fine, I just have been missin’ a lil bit o’ sleep.” He says, giving them a kiss.
John Dungeon is preparing to murder Thorne, sharpening his greatsword and polishing his armor in preparation.
“Immortal? Never took the time to learn. Why?” He asks them in return, curious to their reasons.
He’s full of apologies, his eyes big as he curls up in her arms, unable to make eye contact with her even after the hour. His fur puffs at her touch, before he finally settles on saying “I’m sorry…”
He smiles and brushes back his black hair "You need that hon."
Thorne walks back up to his office, having found the files he needs.
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