“The flyer I received was a part of a trend. It might even be nothing, but it alerted me to this pattern. Though I’m also still waiting for a message back from my publisher.”
Eito tilts their head. “Know? We are wedded.”
“You’re struggling with inadequacy or something, right?”
"So youre just anxious."
"I see... where is He?"
"Yeah.. just started dating this new girl.."
“Mmmmmaybe…” He groans.
“I am not certain at the moment… Why do you inquire?”
“Good for you.”
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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.
“The flyer I received was a part of a trend. It might even be nothing, but it alerted me to this pattern. Though I’m also still waiting for a message back from my publisher.”
Eito tilts their head. “Know? We are wedded.”
“You’re struggling with inadequacy or something, right?”
"So youre just anxious."
"I see... where is He?"
"Yeah.. just started dating this new girl.."
“Mmmmmaybe…” He groans.
“I am not certain at the moment… Why do you inquire?”
“Good for you.”
"You need friends, Numbers."
"He owes me a great debt." His paw holds the handle of his katana
"Why do you wanna know?"
“I have friends! And they aren’t all my cat.”
“What would that be?”
He shrugs. “I don’t. But be happy you have what you have. It only takes one person’s singular choice for everything you know to be ruined.”
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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.
Drilin is outside the tavern, strumming on his lute
Skwasniek waddles up to him, a piece of paper in his mouth. He spits it out. "Can you read?"
'Yeah, I can read. What's this for?'
"It's a letter to a guy who stepped on my tail and tried to kill me with acid. Could you read it over for me? I want to make sure I get the message across."
Drilin is outside the tavern, strumming on his lute
Skwasniek waddles up to him, a piece of paper in his mouth. He spits it out. "Can you read?"
'Yeah, I can read. What's this for?'
"It's a letter to a guy who stepped on my tail and tried to kill me with acid. Could you read it over for me? I want to make sure I get the message across."
'Certainly. That guy sounds like a right piece of work'. Drilin reads the letter
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You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
"It's a letter to a guy who stepped on my tail and tried to kill me with acid. Could you read it over for me? I want to make sure I get the message across."
'Certainly. That guy sounds like a right piece of work'. Drilin reads the letter
It reads as follows:
To: Mr. Snake Demon
Please do not do that again. I forgive you, but it made me very upset.
"It's a letter to a guy who stepped on my tail and tried to kill me with acid. Could you read it over for me? I want to make sure I get the message across."
'Certainly. That guy sounds like a right piece of work'. Drilin reads the letter
It reads as follows:
To: Mr. Snake Demon
Please do not do that again. I forgive you, but it made me very upset.
Love: Skwasniec
'That's a good letter. Forgiveness is something we don't see enough of these days. Though, if he tries anything again, then we can make sure he regrets his life choices'
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You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
Please do not do that again. I forgive you, but it made me very upset.
Love: Skwasniec
'That's a good letter. Forgiveness is something we don't see enough of these days. Though, if he tries anything again, then we can make sure he regrets his life choices'
"He's too strong for me. I'm not a very good hero, I don't think. I tried to hit him with my tail like a big dragon, but it didn't do anything."
Please do not do that again. I forgive you, but it made me very upset.
Love: Skwasniec
'That's a good letter. Forgiveness is something we don't see enough of these days. Though, if he tries anything again, then we can make sure he regrets his life choices'
"He's too strong for me. I'm not a very good hero, I don't think. I tried to hit him with my tail like a big dragon, but it didn't do anything."
'Sometimes ya got to learn when to pick ya battles. Running and hiding is always an option. Sure, the big guys like to call it cowardly, but that's only because they want you to fight and lose'
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You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
Misha is at her butcher's shop, sweeping up the floors. She is back to her nervous, timid demeanor. A kettle of tea and her rosary sits on a table, a mug beside those items steaming with said tea from the kettle. She listens to the radio as she works, it playing soothing music.
Angel is outside, painting. His canvas is small but what he paints is vast.. the starry skies, painted with dots of silver that seem to glitter like they are light-years away despite being painted on something so close. Plants, suns, solar systems, so many things all painted on this one canvas.
Samaritan is still working on different types of cake to present at the wedding. William helps him in the kitchen, the two working on many cakes as of the time they've been in there.
“Mmmmmaybe…” He groans.
“I am not certain at the moment… Why do you inquire?”
“Good for you.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Gtg for now. Sorry.*
“I have friends! And they aren’t all my cat.”
“What would that be?”
He shrugs. “I don’t. But be happy you have what you have. It only takes one person’s singular choice for everything you know to be ruined.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Skwasniek is trying to write a letter with his tail.
Baegoji is drinking tea while his students train.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Drilin is outside the tavern, strumming on his lute
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
Skwasniek waddles up to him, a piece of paper in his mouth. He spits it out. "Can you read?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
'Yeah, I can read. What's this for?'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
*Ello folks. I am buying the entire 1-3 seasons of Hannibal.*
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
"It's a letter to a guy who stepped on my tail and tried to kill me with acid. Could you read it over for me? I want to make sure I get the message across."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Money for cannibalism show*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*What can I say, Hugh Dancy makes me feel things.*
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
'Certainly. That guy sounds like a right piece of work'. Drilin reads the letter
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
It reads as follows:
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
'That's a good letter. Forgiveness is something we don't see enough of these days. Though, if he tries anything again, then we can make sure he regrets his life choices'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
"He's too strong for me. I'm not a very good hero, I don't think. I tried to hit him with my tail like a big dragon, but it didn't do anything."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
'Sometimes ya got to learn when to pick ya battles. Running and hiding is always an option. Sure, the big guys like to call it cowardly, but that's only because they want you to fight and lose'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
Misha is at her butcher's shop, sweeping up the floors. She is back to her nervous, timid demeanor. A kettle of tea and her rosary sits on a table, a mug beside those items steaming with said tea from the kettle. She listens to the radio as she works, it playing soothing music.
Angel is outside, painting. His canvas is small but what he paints is vast.. the starry skies, painted with dots of silver that seem to glitter like they are light-years away despite being painted on something so close. Plants, suns, solar systems, so many things all painted on this one canvas.
Samaritan is still working on different types of cake to present at the wedding. William helps him in the kitchen, the two working on many cakes as of the time they've been in there.
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
*Is there anyone here at all that wants to rp? I’m back and I’m desperate to rp.*