"You're not really a wolf, but you seem nice anyway.."
The wolfs ears pin back
"I'm not gonna hurt you. I promise." she smiles, her presence calming, tone reassuring
It snarls and backs up. Its entire body seems to vibrate and morph until what is before you is not a wolf, but a teenage girl in a wrinkly button-up and suspenders with a topknot haphazardly tied into her shaggy black hair and a bowie knife in her hand. "If I were you, i'd be more worried about myself"
"Well, that's not very nice, now is it?" she tilts her head and crosses her arms. "here I thought we were having a nice conversation."
"We could continue, just need you to promise me somethin." she sheathes the knife. "I was never here, and if I was, I wasn't doin' anythin' suspicious."
"Never heard of you." she says, confused, but with a half knowing smile
"Great." she shrugs and sits down in the grass. "If my boss knew I was slackin' off, I'd be on cleanup for weeks"
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
"I smell somebody on you.. have you made a friend?~"
"What's the point of anything?" she asks, clutching the headstone
"You saved me.." he hugs them suddenly. "I was about to buy some dope..."
“I had a conversation with someone I hadn’t encountered at a prior point, Saphuno…”
“…” He kneels slowly. “Getting to live is an inconceivably priceless gift. There are so many wonderful, wonderful things you can do and experience. And like Camus said, the act of working to push forward and knowing that you are stronger than a universe stacked against you is meaningful in and of itself.”
“Oh. Lucky then, I guess.” Rio puts an arm around him.
"I can dream, Number Boy. What's their name?"
"That freaky weather [GP] convinced him he was going to die, and so he accidentally killed himself. Returns from the dead and [GP] leaves! As if he didn't care what I'd feel without him gone." she smashes the headstone, sobbing
"Why... are you touching me back?..."
“Will.” Thirteen shrugs.
He sighs but doesn’t stop her.
“Hug etiquette, I guess?”
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"I smell somebody on you.. have you made a friend?~"
"What's the point of anything?" she asks, clutching the headstone
"You saved me.." he hugs them suddenly. "I was about to buy some dope..."
“I had a conversation with someone I hadn’t encountered at a prior point, Saphuno…”
“…” He kneels slowly. “Getting to live is an inconceivably priceless gift. There are so many wonderful, wonderful things you can do and experience. And like Camus said, the act of working to push forward and knowing that you are stronger than a universe stacked against you is meaningful in and of itself.”
“Oh. Lucky then, I guess.” Rio puts an arm around him.
"I can dream, Number Boy. What's their name?"
"That freaky weather [GP] convinced him he was going to die, and so he accidentally killed himself. Returns from the dead and [GP] leaves! As if he didn't care what I'd feel without him gone." she smashes the headstone, sobbing
"Why... are you touching me back?..."
*Felix and Domino talked like, twice. I don't think he had any idea that Domino actually cared.*
"You're not really a wolf, but you seem nice anyway.."
The wolfs ears pin back
"I'm not gonna hurt you. I promise." she smiles, her presence calming, tone reassuring
It snarls and backs up. Its entire body seems to vibrate and morph until what is before you is not a wolf, but a teenage girl in a wrinkly button-up and suspenders with a topknot haphazardly tied into her shaggy black hair and a bowie knife in her hand. "If I were you, i'd be more worried about myself"
"Well, that's not very nice, now is it?" she tilts her head and crosses her arms. "here I thought we were having a nice conversation."
"We could continue, just need you to promise me somethin." she sheathes the knife. "I was never here, and if I was, I wasn't doin' anythin' suspicious."
"Never heard of you." she says, confused, but with a half knowing smile
"Great." she shrugs and sits down in the grass. "If my boss knew I was slackin' off, I'd be on cleanup for weeks"
*got burios*
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
"I smell somebody on you.. have you made a friend?~"
"What's the point of anything?" she asks, clutching the headstone
"You saved me.." he hugs them suddenly. "I was about to buy some dope..."
“I had a conversation with someone I hadn’t encountered at a prior point, Saphuno…”
“…” He kneels slowly. “Getting to live is an inconceivably priceless gift. There are so many wonderful, wonderful things you can do and experience. And like Camus said, the act of working to push forward and knowing that you are stronger than a universe stacked against you is meaningful in and of itself.”
“Oh. Lucky then, I guess.” Rio puts an arm around him.
"I can dream, Number Boy. What's their name?"
"That freaky weather [GP] convinced him he was going to die, and so he accidentally killed himself. Returns from the dead and [GP] leaves! As if he didn't care what I'd feel without him gone." she smashes the headstone, sobbing
"Why... are you touching me back?..."
“Will.” Thirteen shrugs.
He sighs but doesn’t stop her.
“Hug etiquette, I guess?”
"Ooh, a nice name." she chuckles before sighing. "How ya been?"
She looks up at him, sighing "Im sorry.."
"Right... sorry, i'm.. overwhelmed.."
“Same as usual… you?”
“It’s… well, are you okay?”
“Ah, don’t worry. Maybe we should head back, though.”
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Felix and Domino talked like, twice. I don't think he had any idea that Domino actually cared.*
*Secrete hormone issues! aka, pregnancy.*
*Ah. Lucky her.*
*Do you have a particular dislike of Felix, or was he just a convenient excuse for angst?*
*I like Felix, wish he was still here, wish things went better. Convenient excuse is all*
*I understand.*
*It felt like he was getting crap flung at him from all angles. He had a lot of friends and not a lot of ways to protect them. It got... difficult to play him. It was like everyone wanted something out of him and they weren't telling me what it was, because while it was simple to them it wasn't to me.*
*I'm sorry if I'm being unusually intense, I'm under a lot of stress.*
"You're not really a wolf, but you seem nice anyway.."
The wolfs ears pin back
"I'm not gonna hurt you. I promise." she smiles, her presence calming, tone reassuring
It snarls and backs up. Its entire body seems to vibrate and morph until what is before you is not a wolf, but a teenage girl in a wrinkly button-up and suspenders with a topknot haphazardly tied into her shaggy black hair and a bowie knife in her hand. "If I were you, i'd be more worried about myself"
"Well, that's not very nice, now is it?" she tilts her head and crosses her arms. "here I thought we were having a nice conversation."
"We could continue, just need you to promise me somethin." she sheathes the knife. "I was never here, and if I was, I wasn't doin' anythin' suspicious."
"Never heard of you." she says, confused, but with a half knowing smile
"Great." she shrugs and sits down in the grass. "If my boss knew I was slackin' off, I'd be on cleanup for weeks"
*got burios*
*oop, sry*
"It's good to relax." she lays down in the grass, watching the clouds
"Yeah, i guess." they stretch and yawn
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
"I smell somebody on you.. have you made a friend?~"
"What's the point of anything?" she asks, clutching the headstone
"You saved me.." he hugs them suddenly. "I was about to buy some dope..."
“I had a conversation with someone I hadn’t encountered at a prior point, Saphuno…”
“…” He kneels slowly. “Getting to live is an inconceivably priceless gift. There are so many wonderful, wonderful things you can do and experience. And like Camus said, the act of working to push forward and knowing that you are stronger than a universe stacked against you is meaningful in and of itself.”
“Oh. Lucky then, I guess.” Rio puts an arm around him.
"I can dream, Number Boy. What's their name?"
"That freaky weather [GP] convinced him he was going to die, and so he accidentally killed himself. Returns from the dead and [GP] leaves! As if he didn't care what I'd feel without him gone." she smashes the headstone, sobbing
"Why... are you touching me back?..."
“Will.” Thirteen shrugs.
He sighs but doesn’t stop her.
“Hug etiquette, I guess?”
"Ooh, a nice name." she chuckles before sighing. "How ya been?"
She looks up at him, sighing "Im sorry.."
"Right... sorry, i'm.. overwhelmed.."
“Same as usual… you?”
“It’s… well, are you okay?”
“Ah, don’t worry. Maybe we should head back, though.”
"Fine."
"I'm fine."
"Okay.." he sniffles, breaking the hug.
*like mother like daughter*
“Glad things are going better then…”
”…you sure?”
Rio takes his hand and escorts him back.
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
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*care for some tea?*
"Great." she shrugs and sits down in the grass. "If my boss knew I was slackin' off, I'd be on cleanup for weeks"
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
*I'm going to RP tomorrow, but I ran out of time for today.*
*What did you guys think of the intro I posted earlier? I couldn't really think of something cool to do, so I just wrote a monologue.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Felix and Domino talked like, twice. I don't think he had any idea that Domino actually cared.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Ah. Lucky her.*
*Do you have a particular dislike of Felix, or was he just a convenient excuse for angst?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*got burios*
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
“Same as usual… you?”
“It’s… well, are you okay?”
“Ah, don’t worry. Maybe we should head back, though.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*I understand.*
*It felt like he was getting crap flung at him from all angles. He had a lot of friends and not a lot of ways to protect them. It got... difficult to play him. It was like everyone wanted something out of him and they weren't telling me what it was, because while it was simple to them it wasn't to me.*
*I'm sorry if I'm being unusually intense, I'm under a lot of stress.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Yeah, i guess." they stretch and yawn
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
*like mother like daughter*
“Glad things are going better then…”
”…you sure?”
Rio takes his hand and escorts him back.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.