He dips his head into the stream, drinking from it before looking up at them “Thank you, you are all amazing.”
“We could do anything you would like, you should choose.”
He stands in the kitchen, standing over the sink, looking into the water and reflecting himself.
"We try." they smile, moving hair out of his face
"I don't know what to pick, though."
After a while, she crawls out of the hole and hugs him from behind, strong.
He pushes himself up to not drown in the stream, his hair wet with water and sweat, smiling at them with… affection in his eyes, maybe just a bit.
“Maybe you can help feed our pet while you think.”
He hasn’t moved from standing in front of the sink, looking down back at her, wiping away his tears and showing a strong face as he turns back to them.
"Anyway.. Maybe something stiffer now? Or are ya back to it?"
"..Pet? That.. gator thing?"
"I don't wanna lose you..."
He pushes himself to his feet, nodding as he leans in his broom, “Sure, if you want to.”
“Crocodilian. Our dear pet.” She says with a smile.
He leans against her a little more, “I’m… I’m sorry… neither do I.”
"Sure." she smiles, making her way to the bar.
"And... what does he eat?.."
"Just come to bed.. please..." she sniffles, clinging to him more.
He follows after them, lying on his back in the broom.
“Dear, he knows not to eat you.” She says with a laugh, smiling with her own sharp teeth.
He begins walking towards the bed with them, lying down on it, making it creek softly as he lies down.
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
*that's called lunch, but sure. Good to see you, friend.*
*I just got up, so this is actually breakfast for me. Whether he's ready or not, my cyborg has to be played today. Over 50% of the party is not likely to be here (by choice, this is a family game and no one has anywhere to go), and my mom is away to take care of her father (who is not in the best state right now) and has been for the past week, but I'm still trying to remain positive.*
He dips his head into the stream, drinking from it before looking up at them “Thank you, you are all amazing.”
“We could do anything you would like, you should choose.”
He stands in the kitchen, standing over the sink, looking into the water and reflecting himself.
"We try." they smile, moving hair out of his face
"I don't know what to pick, though."
After a while, she crawls out of the hole and hugs him from behind, strong.
He pushes himself up to not drown in the stream, his hair wet with water and sweat, smiling at them with… affection in his eyes, maybe just a bit.
“Maybe you can help feed our pet while you think.”
He hasn’t moved from standing in front of the sink, looking down back at her, wiping away his tears and showing a strong face as he turns back to them.
"Anyway.. Maybe something stiffer now? Or are ya back to it?"
"..Pet? That.. gator thing?"
"I don't wanna lose you..."
He pushes himself to his feet, nodding as he leans in his broom, “Sure, if you want to.”
“Crocodilian. Our dear pet.” She says with a smile.
He leans against her a little more, “I’m… I’m sorry… neither do I.”
"Sure." she smiles, making her way to the bar.
"And... what does he eat?.."
"Just come to bed.. please..." she sniffles, clinging to him more.
He follows after them, lying on his back in the broom.
“Dear, he knows not to eat you.” She says with a laugh, smiling with her own sharp teeth.
He begins walking towards the bed with them, lying down on it, making it creek softly as he lies down.
"I thought you had a mop, sweetie?"
"R-right.. but, still.. what do I feed him?.."
She lays next to him, trying to get to sleep
“Sweetie? Depends on the day really, today’s a broom kind of day.”
“Are you scared?” She tilts her head, holding their hand, “I’ll come with you dear.”
He looks up at the ceiling, unable to sleep, just thinking.
*Good X3*
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
'Naner Day, Tuesday, March 3rd, 2026
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
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.
*Good to hear.*
*Want to RP, Jester?*
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
'Naner Day, Tuesday, March 3rd, 2026
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
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.
*If you want to, sure.*
*Okie. Who ya want mate?*
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
'Naner Day, Tuesday, March 3rd, 2026
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
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 follows after them, lying on his back in the broom.
“Dear, he knows not to eat you.” She says with a laugh, smiling with her own sharp teeth.
He begins walking towards the bed with them, lying down on it, making it creek softly as he lies down.
*I don’t have a preference.*
(hi tara)
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
*Ah*
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
'Naner Day, Tuesday, March 3rd, 2026
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
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.
*I just got up, so this is actually breakfast for me. Whether he's ready or not, my cyborg has to be played today. Over 50% of the party is not likely to be here (by choice, this is a family game and no one has anywhere to go), and my mom is away to take care of her father (who is not in the best state right now) and has been for the past week, but I'm still trying to remain positive.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“Sweetie? Depends on the day really, today’s a broom kind of day.”
“Are you scared?” She tilts her head, holding their hand, “I’ll come with you dear.”
He looks up at the ceiling, unable to sleep, just thinking.
*Yep, you got that wheel?
*Yep:*
Cherry is sitting in the Inn, drinking some wine
Chef Grumble is cooking some dish of some sort
Rei is in the forest
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
'Naner Day, Tuesday, March 3rd, 2026
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
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.
*Cut for Salem.*
He hops off of the broom, leaving it outside as he comes inside with them, “You three…” He stops himself from saying something.
“There should be something in the pantry, it won’t be too hard to find.”
He sighs, smiling just a little bit as he realizes the situation, “If it doesn’t, it’s a great step~” (Good place to end?)