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*Good ta see ya Jobah, don’t got the mental power ta pick, but do ya want any of mine?*
*uhhhhhh the new sin guy and Sanviento*
*Thanks, here you go.*
The King of Nothing is going for a walk, one arm behind his back, the other on his warhammer which he uses for a cane, each step leaving deep footprints in the cobblestones.
Sanviento is preparing to go hunt down the people that killed Damian after celebrating him coming back to life, looking like a man on a mission, because he is one.
Thirteen is heading back from the post office and waves politely to the King.
Riotan is just lurking around anyone he finds interesting today.
The King looks back at them with blind eyes, waving back with a soft smile, the air around him weighed down by his mere presence.
He seems Riotan, only acknowledging them for a moment as he continues to prepare nearby, waving to them, though not looking up from his work.
He can be heard rustling in the bed and softly mumbling about something as he sleeps. (Good place to end if you want)
She looks up to them, before putting her things down and hugging them back, holding back tears by closing her eyes.
She raises her own, “Cheers to our never ending love.” She downs hers slowly, making eye contact the entire time.
(I do. Time for the new boi)
Sitting at the bar is a black hare with darker grey accents in his fur, the inside of his ears and paw pads a golden color. He wears nice slacks, a white long sleeve shirt and a black vest and stands at about 5'5
"Even if i'm not ready, we can still be friends.." she says, choking up
His green eyes are bright. "Cheers." he takes his in quickly, eager to get some food in him as he grabs a sandwich.
Paracelsus sits down at the bar, unwittingly staring at the new arrival through her mask, dressed in her own tight black plague doctor’s outfit. She doesn’t order anything for herself, simply silently looking at them.
She nods, wiping away her own tears, “I would -hic- understand if you weren’t…”
She puts down the empty glass, grabbing a sandwich of her own as she scoots next to them, putting one hand on their lap as she eats.
He stares blankly at the wall, paws clutching the bar
"Thank you.." she hugs tighter, silently crying
"Out here? Really?"
She leans against the counter, poking them in the ribs with a finger, pulling out her medical notebook.
She cries with them, hugging them with all the strength she’s got.
She raises an eyebrow, before nodding with a smirk on her face. (And that’s a good place to end that. I assume you want it implied?)
He can be heard rustling in the bed and softly mumbling about something as he sleeps. (Good place to end if you want)
She looks up to them, before putting her things down and hugging them back, holding back tears by closing her eyes.
She raises her own, “Cheers to our never ending love.” She downs hers slowly, making eye contact the entire time.
(I do. Time for the new boi)
Sitting at the bar is a black hare with darker grey accents in his fur, the inside of his ears and paw pads a golden color. He wears nice slacks, a white long sleeve shirt and a black vest and stands at about 5'5
"Even if i'm not ready, we can still be friends.." she says, choking up
His green eyes are bright. "Cheers." he takes his in quickly, eager to get some food in him as he grabs a sandwich.
Paracelsus sits down at the bar, unwittingly staring at the new arrival through her mask, dressed in her own tight black plague doctor’s outfit. She doesn’t order anything for herself, simply silently looking at them.
She nods, wiping away her own tears, “I would -hic- understand if you weren’t…”
She puts down the empty glass, grabbing a sandwich of her own as she scoots next to them, putting one hand on their lap as she eats.
He stares blankly at the wall, paws clutching the bar
"Thank you.." she hugs tighter, silently crying
"Out here? Really?"
She leans against the counter, poking them in the ribs with a finger, pulling out her medical notebook.
She cries with them, hugging them with all the strength she’s got.
She raises an eyebrow, before nodding with a smirk on her face. (And that’s a good place to end that. I assume you want it implied?)
"Don't. I'm thinking." he says, poking them back in the ribs
"I.. uhm... don't have a place to stay tonight.."
(yeah, want anybody else?)
She tilts her head at that, smiling behind her mask, “I was just making sure you weren’t dead, a shame.” She cackles madly, scooting closer.
She looks to them, before nodding and reaching to her coin purse to buy them a room.
(I would love someone else, don’t know who I would want though)
“Nearing midnight.” She says, poking them in the ribs one more time just to make sure they aren’t secretly dead.
She stops, puzzled for a moment before understanding their meaning. She blushes, and steam almost comes out of her ears as she takes their hand, leading them to her small home nearby, closely resembling an apartment, though it hasn’t been decorated much yet.
Damian comes inside after working on the garden to see the scene, tilting his head before shrugging and sitting on the love seat nearby, smelling of soil and vegetables.
“Nearing midnight.” She says, poking them in the ribs one more time just to make sure they aren’t secretly dead.
She stops, puzzled for a moment before understanding their meaning. She blushes, and steam almost comes out of her ears as she takes their hand, leading them to her small home nearby, closely resembling an apartment, though it hasn’t been decorated much yet.
Damian comes inside after working on the garden to see the scene, tilting his head before shrugging and sitting on the love seat nearby, smelling of soil and vegetables.
"Oh, [GP].." he says before pulling an orange pill bottle out and taking one of them. "There we are... Who are you?"
"Thank you.." she says as she finds something to sleep on. A rug, a couch, a recliner.. something
"Hello, my love~" she smiles, the umbreon trilling.
“Paracelsus, doctor. Are you sick? What’re the ingredients in that? If I were to try one, what would happen?” She looks at the pills with interest.
She has a mattress in the corner of the main room, covered with… well covers, Marionette puts her stuff down, taking one of the covers, putting it on the ground, and lying on it.
He smiles back at them, looking to the creature, lightly jealous for a moment, “Hello, dear~”
“Oh how very interesting, and what’s your name?” She asks, writing in her journal about their build, relative height and weight, and everything she can guess so far.
She shakes her head, curling up on the covers “It’s fine… I don’t want you uncomfortable…”
He raises an eyebrow, leaning back in his chair, “I’m not jealous, I wouldn’t dare to be jealous.” He says, blatantly lying as he stares daggers at the Umbreon, horns crackling with fire.
So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
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The King looks back at them with blind eyes, waving back with a soft smile, the air around him weighed down by his mere presence.
He seems Riotan, only acknowledging them for a moment as he continues to prepare nearby, waving to them, though not looking up from his work.
She leans against the counter, poking them in the ribs with a finger, pulling out her medical notebook.
She cries with them, hugging them with all the strength she’s got.
She raises an eyebrow, before nodding with a smirk on her face. (And that’s a good place to end that. I assume you want it implied?)
She tilts her head at that, smiling behind her mask, “I was just making sure you weren’t dead, a shame.” She cackles madly, scooting closer.
She looks to them, before nodding and reaching to her coin purse to buy them a room.
(I would love someone else, don’t know who I would want though)
*Cut for Salem. I love fluffy hugs.*
“Nearing midnight.” She says, poking them in the ribs one more time just to make sure they aren’t secretly dead.
She stops, puzzled for a moment before understanding their meaning. She blushes, and steam almost comes out of her ears as she takes their hand, leading them to her small home nearby, closely resembling an apartment, though it hasn’t been decorated much yet.
Damian comes inside after working on the garden to see the scene, tilting his head before shrugging and sitting on the love seat nearby, smelling of soil and vegetables.
“Paracelsus, doctor. Are you sick? What’re the ingredients in that? If I were to try one, what would happen?” She looks at the pills with interest.
She has a mattress in the corner of the main room, covered with… well covers, Marionette puts her stuff down, taking one of the covers, putting it on the ground, and lying on it.
He smiles back at them, looking to the creature, lightly jealous for a moment, “Hello, dear~”
*Cut for Salem.*
“Oh how very interesting, and what’s your name?” She asks, writing in her journal about their build, relative height and weight, and everything she can guess so far.
She shakes her head, curling up on the covers “It’s fine… I don’t want you uncomfortable…”
He raises an eyebrow, leaning back in his chair, “I’m not jealous, I wouldn’t dare to be jealous.” He says, blatantly lying as he stares daggers at the Umbreon, horns crackling with fire.
*Good morning if anyone is here. If anyone isn’t, still a good morning.*
*Ello, I is awake.*
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
*Good morning friend.*
*Can I has a cookie*
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
*After you eat your human souls for breakfast, maybe.*
*BuT i DoNt WaNnA*
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
*You won’t grow big and eldritch unless you do.*
(hi)
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover