He takes the kisses with a blush of his own, leaning back in the chair, he decides to stop as to not go blackout drunk, enjoying his buzz.
Ambrosia looks to the Crocodilian, which swims over to a nearby log. It wraps it mouth around the log, and crushes it with a single bite, “I do believe they will be safe while we are gone.”
“Bowling? You’ll have to teach me, but I would love to come with you.”
"The contract is sealed." Sylvin says with a hic as she leans back, smiling
"I hope so. We can leave tomorrow, I guess." he pats their thigh
"Sure, c'mon." he grabs them carefully, taking them to the bowling alley
He decides to order something less alcohol filled, buying himself some tea, sipping it and looking at them.
She leans against them, wrapping her arms around them, “What do we do until then?”
They follow after them, holding onto them tightly with a smile, just going bowling with his boyfriend.
"Y'wanna sit in my lap?.."
"Pack, I suppose.. and then maybe we can come out here and lay under the stars."
He ruffles their hair, fixing it back. "Here we are."
He looks over to them, false thinking for a moment before nodding meekly. He moves slowly into their lap.
She stands up, pulling them up with her, running a hand through their fur, “That sounds lovely, I’ll get started.”
He looks at the alley, preparing himself, “This is going to be fun.” He says with a smile.
He takes the kisses with a blush of his own, leaning back in the chair, he decides to stop as to not go blackout drunk, enjoying his buzz.
Ambrosia looks to the Crocodilian, which swims over to a nearby log. It wraps it mouth around the log, and crushes it with a single bite, “I do believe they will be safe while we are gone.”
“Bowling? You’ll have to teach me, but I would love to come with you.”
"The contract is sealed." Sylvin says with a hic as she leans back, smiling
"I hope so. We can leave tomorrow, I guess." he pats their thigh
"Sure, c'mon." he grabs them carefully, taking them to the bowling alley
He decides to order something less alcohol filled, buying himself some tea, sipping it and looking at them.
She leans against them, wrapping her arms around them, “What do we do until then?”
They follow after them, holding onto them tightly with a smile, just going bowling with his boyfriend.
"Y'wanna sit in my lap?.."
"Pack, I suppose.. and then maybe we can come out here and lay under the stars."
He ruffles their hair, fixing it back. "Here we are."
He looks over to them, false thinking for a moment before nodding meekly. He moves slowly into their lap.
She stands up, pulling them up with her, running a hand through their fur, “That sounds lovely, I’ll get started.”
He looks at the alley, preparing himself, “This is going to be fun.” He says with a smile.
She wraps her wings around him, getting comfortable. "You're a strong human, Benny.."
"I'll come with." he says, following and smiling (Good end? somebody else?)
He pays for a lane and some shoes, grabbing two light balls.
*Sorry, here now. Sure, of course.*
He leans against her, smiling as he puts down his tea, “Only as strong as I am at my weakest, I have to be strong… for the people I love.”
He grabs two heavier ones, following after them, waiting to learn how to play.
He takes the kisses with a blush of his own, leaning back in the chair, he decides to stop as to not go blackout drunk, enjoying his buzz.
Ambrosia looks to the Crocodilian, which swims over to a nearby log. It wraps it mouth around the log, and crushes it with a single bite, “I do believe they will be safe while we are gone.”
“Bowling? You’ll have to teach me, but I would love to come with you.”
"The contract is sealed." Sylvin says with a hic as she leans back, smiling
"I hope so. We can leave tomorrow, I guess." he pats their thigh
"Sure, c'mon." he grabs them carefully, taking them to the bowling alley
He decides to order something less alcohol filled, buying himself some tea, sipping it and looking at them.
She leans against them, wrapping her arms around them, “What do we do until then?”
They follow after them, holding onto them tightly with a smile, just going bowling with his boyfriend.
"Y'wanna sit in my lap?.."
"Pack, I suppose.. and then maybe we can come out here and lay under the stars."
He ruffles their hair, fixing it back. "Here we are."
He looks over to them, false thinking for a moment before nodding meekly. He moves slowly into their lap.
She stands up, pulling them up with her, running a hand through their fur, “That sounds lovely, I’ll get started.”
He looks at the alley, preparing himself, “This is going to be fun.” He says with a smile.
She wraps her wings around him, getting comfortable. "You're a strong human, Benny.."
"I'll come with." he says, following and smiling (Good end? somebody else?)
He pays for a lane and some shoes, grabbing two light balls.
*Sorry, here now. Sure, of course.*
He leans against her, smiling as he puts down his tea, “Only as strong as I am at my weakest, I have to be strong… for the people I love.”
He grabs two heavier ones, following after them, waiting to learn how to play.
Robin is laying in a clearing, almost completely without clothes
"You do really well." she nips at his ear
"Okay, so you cant go past that line." he says as he puts his shoes on.
Paracelsus walks over, sits down, and pokes them in the ribs, completely unaware of their lack of attire.
He sighs, shivering slightly at the nip, keeping his hands together, fidgeting with them.
He nods along with their words, putting his own shoes on. He tosses the bowling ball inbetween his hands like it’s a baseball “Can I try first?”
NEw voliere members just dropped The Silver swan: The boss. Secret identity; pulls the strings from behind the curtain. She is conniving, manipulative, and vindictive. Nightingale: Opera star and playboy who loves to break hearts Shrike: The cold, precise, and undauntable medic/assassin. Known to use blood magic to turn the tides of a fight. Wickedly good shot. Starling: A brawling beauty, capable of expertly conning even the clever. One of a pair with her twin brother. Grackle: Getaway driver and boxer with a way with horses and a knack for dirty tricks. One of a pair with his twin sister, and harshly protective guardian of raven Raven: The youngest member, but scrappy and creative. She can turn into a wolf, which is great for getting out of tight spots and finishing fights. Payment collector, alibi, and all-rounder.
How you like
*nice characters.. would be a shame if somebody.. romanced them..*
He takes the kisses with a blush of his own, leaning back in the chair, he decides to stop as to not go blackout drunk, enjoying his buzz.
Ambrosia looks to the Crocodilian, which swims over to a nearby log. It wraps it mouth around the log, and crushes it with a single bite, “I do believe they will be safe while we are gone.”
“Bowling? You’ll have to teach me, but I would love to come with you.”
"The contract is sealed." Sylvin says with a hic as she leans back, smiling
"I hope so. We can leave tomorrow, I guess." he pats their thigh
"Sure, c'mon." he grabs them carefully, taking them to the bowling alley
He decides to order something less alcohol filled, buying himself some tea, sipping it and looking at them.
She leans against them, wrapping her arms around them, “What do we do until then?”
They follow after them, holding onto them tightly with a smile, just going bowling with his boyfriend.
"Y'wanna sit in my lap?.."
"Pack, I suppose.. and then maybe we can come out here and lay under the stars."
He ruffles their hair, fixing it back. "Here we are."
He looks over to them, false thinking for a moment before nodding meekly. He moves slowly into their lap.
She stands up, pulling them up with her, running a hand through their fur, “That sounds lovely, I’ll get started.”
He looks at the alley, preparing himself, “This is going to be fun.” He says with a smile.
She wraps her wings around him, getting comfortable. "You're a strong human, Benny.."
"I'll come with." he says, following and smiling (Good end? somebody else?)
He pays for a lane and some shoes, grabbing two light balls.
*Sorry, here now. Sure, of course.*
He leans against her, smiling as he puts down his tea, “Only as strong as I am at my weakest, I have to be strong… for the people I love.”
He grabs two heavier ones, following after them, waiting to learn how to play.
Robin is laying in a clearing, almost completely without clothes
"You do really well." she nips at his ear
"Okay, so you cant go past that line." he says as he puts his shoes on.
Paracelsus walks over, sits down, and pokes them in the ribs, completely unaware of their lack of attire.
He sighs, shivering slightly at the nip, keeping his hands together, fidgeting with them.
He nods along with their words, putting his own shoes on. He tosses the bowling ball inbetween his hands like it’s a baseball “Can I try first?”
"Whaaaat?" he asks, annoyed
"Its weird.. normally humans are so commanding with me.."
"No, let me show you, okay?" he shows them how to actually hold it, and rolls the ball down the lane, hitting 7 pins.
“I finished all of your medicine. I wanna play Janga now. Come on.”
“Commanding?” He says, his eyes losing their drunkenness for a moment, becoming more sharp and focused.
He nods, watching them with an interest in his eyes, watching their form and copying it best that he can, his muscles bulge as he launches the ball across to the pins. Hitting 3
*I'm back from DnD, and I am not as charismatic or witty as I want to be.*
*I was trying to go for a "Magnificent Bastard," but I couldn't come up with anything good to say. I was also trying not to take too much spotlight in a room where everyone is depressed and only me and my younger brother actually wanted to be there.*
NEw voliere members just dropped The Silver swan: The boss. Secret identity; pulls the strings from behind the curtain. She is conniving, manipulative, and vindictive. Nightingale: Opera star and playboy who loves to break hearts Shrike: The cold, precise, and undauntable medic/assassin. Known to use blood magic to turn the tides of a fight. Wickedly good shot. Starling: A brawling beauty, capable of expertly conning even the clever. One of a pair with her twin brother. Grackle: Getaway driver and boxer with a way with horses and a knack for dirty tricks. One of a pair with his twin sister, and harshly protective guardian of raven Raven: The youngest member, but scrappy and creative. She can turn into a wolf, which is great for getting out of tight spots and finishing fights. Payment collector, alibi, and all-rounder.
How you like
*nice characters.. would be a shame if somebody.. romanced them..*
Oh you can try
*bet*
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He looks over to them, false thinking for a moment before nodding meekly. He moves slowly into their lap.
She stands up, pulling them up with her, running a hand through their fur, “That sounds lovely, I’ll get started.”
He looks at the alley, preparing himself, “This is going to be fun.” He says with a smile.
*Sorry, here now. Sure, of course.*
He leans against her, smiling as he puts down his tea, “Only as strong as I am at my weakest, I have to be strong… for the people I love.”
He grabs two heavier ones, following after them, waiting to learn how to play.
*I'm back from comic con!*
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
*Hey Wendi, was it fun?*
*It was! I cosplayed as Vox from Hazbin Hotel.*
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
*Happy to hear that you enjoyed it. Very happy indeed.*
Paracelsus walks over, sits down, and pokes them in the ribs, completely unaware of their lack of attire.
He sighs, shivering slightly at the nip, keeping his hands together, fidgeting with them.
He nods along with their words, putting his own shoes on. He tosses the bowling ball inbetween his hands like it’s a baseball “Can I try first?”
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“I finished all of your medicine. I wanna play Janga now. Come on.”
“Commanding?” He says, his eyes losing their drunkenness for a moment, becoming more sharp and focused.
He nods, watching them with an interest in his eyes, watching their form and copying it best that he can, his muscles bulge as he launches the ball across to the pins. Hitting 3
*Cut for Salem.*
She leads them back to the lab, setting up the game on the table, “Also, why are you naked?”
The sharpness in his eyes fades back to a calm contentment, “Okay.”
He looks at his hands, before smiling “I just did what you did, but somehow all mine went down.”
*I'm back from DnD, and I am not as charismatic or witty as I want to be.*
*I was trying to go for a "Magnificent Bastard," but I couldn't come up with anything good to say. I was also trying not to take too much spotlight in a room where everyone is depressed and only me and my younger brother actually wanted to be there.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
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