It calms down from the pets, rubbing against their hand.
“Really? Maybe I’ll have to look into that… Flush.”
He blushes all the more, cracking a little smile “I- I’m not that strong…”
He takes them back to the lab
"She lives in the winter part of the center of town apparently. Fold."
"Physically stronger than me, magically I suppose not. But, still~"
It curls up in their arms, meanwhile, Paracelsus has corrected all of her mistakes.
“Oh, I’ll go visit when I get the chance to, it seems like something worth looking into.”
Their voice sends shivers down his spine, leaning back in his chair to make it less obvious of the effect.
He goes to find somewhere to shower
"Sure. 10 high." she says, smiling
"Now, isn't that adorable?" he chuckles.
She takes Nine, drying them off “Don’t get kidnapped while you’re away.” She says with a cackle.
She chuckles, throwing down her cards “I fold.”
He scoots his chair closer to theirs, not making eye contact as he holds out a hand.
He gives a thumbs up, returning later; fresh and clean
"Bad luck for us both." She chuckles.. "So, been meaning to ask. what kind of name is Marionette? its not a mean question, just curious."
He takes it, smiling. "Love you, Heavenly Hero."
She has fallen asleep on her desk, snoring like someone twice her size would have to be, Nine taking a nap on the bed, curled up.
“French, given to me by the father back when I was young. He never told me what it meant, and I was too scared of them to ask.” She puts down her cards, smiling at them softly.
He shivers once more, “I love you too, J-Jack.” He looks up with shining eyes.
he decides to join in, laying beside Nine
"Scared of your own father, huh? For me and Jax it was mom.. [GP..] fold." she says angrily
"You like when I speak like this?" he tilts his head.
(Good place to end? Want anyone else?*
“Maybe I should have asked him, he wouldn’t have done anything too bad to me. This is fun.” She begins reshuffling the deck.
“I like… you… I just… that’s all I guess.” He sighs, looking to them sheepishly.
*As it turns out, in medieval/ancient Korea, anyone who regularly worked with animals or raw meat were considered "Baekjeong" or "I don't want anything to do with these vile animals, get them away from my noble roof tiling establishment before I kill them myself." Same with executioners, and, for some freaking reason, basket weavers.*
*They had to wear big bamboo hats before they could leave the house, and they had to walk home after their weddings. Couldn't even ride a horse home.*
*I heard many times that Korea has a classism problem, but at least this particular caste doesn't exist anymore.*
*Anyway, angelic wooden man sent down by a local god of meat to protect the innocent and make good barbecue.*
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles) Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
(Good place to end? Want anyone else?*
“Maybe I should have asked him, he wouldn’t have done anything too bad to me. This is fun.” She begins reshuffling the deck.
“I like… you… I just… that’s all I guess.” He sighs, looking to them sheepishly.
Vex (My short fox boi) is exploring the town he plans on living in, humming to himself as he spins his revolver.
She lets them take a card once she’s done shuffling, taking her own cards for the draw.
He goes stiff as a board, looking at them with eyes full of confusion on how to react.
He stops when he sees them, holstering his revolver, and poking their shoulder, “Sir?”
“On an adventure to a hamlet, turned out to have an ancient evil inside.”
He nods quickly, “Yeah, of course… mate?” He processes what they said.
“Do you know the name of this town?” He asks, looking around.
She grins, “Not that fun, met some friends for life though. Royal Flush.” She throws down her cards.
He thinks for a moment before slowly nodding, “I… that… okay.”
*As it turns out, in medieval/ancient Korea, anyone who regularly worked with animals or raw meat were considered "Baekjeong" or "I don't want anything to do with these vile animals, get them away from my noble roof tiling establishment before I kill them myself." Same with executioners, and, for some freaking reason, basket weavers.*
*They had to wear big bamboo hats before they could leave the house, and they had to walk home after their weddings. Couldn't even ride a horse home.*
*I heard many times that Korea has a classism problem, but at least this particular caste doesn't exist anymore.*
*Anyway, angelic wooden man sent down by a local god of meat to protect the innocent and make good barbecue.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“Lord’s Point… and who are you?”
She chuckles, “Of course I do, what would you like?” She gets up from her seat, walking over to the small kitchen.
“Not… disappointed I guess, I think I just want to be in love with you anyway.”
“Nice to meet you Robin.” He holds a hand up to them.
She doesn’t notice, looking through her things before turning back to them, “Sounds fun.” She pours two cups, walking back over.
They melt into the kiss, closing their eyes for a moment before pulling back, “S-so am I.”
“Vex, Vex Quickspin, bounty hunter of legend.” He says with a false smile.
She blushes again, “You’re pretty too.” She downs her mug of Ale, putting theirs down.
He shakes his head vigorously “Just… wasn’t ready…”
*gtg, sorry, rp tomorrow, promise.*
heyo is tech week sry for not being on
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles)
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world.
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
“Never heard of this Jax, but I can bet I’m double the shot he is.” He says, lying about the first part.
She dishes out the next hand, having a grand time.
He nods along with their words, “T-thank you… you’re amazing.”