He tilts his head, appearing confused, “I have no idea what you’re talking about, how do you give up on a dream you’ve already achieved? Like I said, you look perfectly beautiful, inside and out.” (He’s basically so crazy he’s got Pyro vision, you know what I mean.)
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.
Skwasniec waddles over and lays down on the floor. "Do you know anything about a snake demon around here? You're like, demon-things, right?"
Samaritan raises a brow "Snake-Demon? The only one I know is my fiance, Riotan. Yuan-Ti actually." He said. William nods "Met him once or twice, nice dude. Don't think he likes me though."
"He threw acid on me and stepped on my tail. I still don't know why. Something about 'It's better if you end now,' but also it seems like he fed from it because he thanked me for the snack. Anyway, when you see him again, could you tell him that I forgive him but that I don't want him to do that again?"
William stands stock still for a moment before his eyes turn to Samaritan. Samaritan has little wisps of smoke coming off his shoulders and back,, his left eye twitches. Samaritan takes a deep breath, rolling his shoulders "I will talk with him.." he says, his tone turning from friendly to suddenly neutral.
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.
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.
Loriche enters, looking a bit concerned.
Riotan knocks on the door.
She looks up, quickly retrieving her mask. She slips it over her nose and mouth, as not to scare Loriche. "Hello." She chirps, leaving her body language open.
Samaritan opens it and smiles behind his mask "Rio, good to see you." He leads him inside, a gentle hand on his back.
"Hi. You know about different varieties of animals and stuff, right?"
Rio smiles at both of them. "You guys are really dedicated... thank you."
*who in the world is officiating a demon-devil wedding*
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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.
He tilts his head, appearing confused, “I have no idea what you’re talking about, how do you give up on a dream you’ve already achieved? Like I said, you look perfectly beautiful, inside and out.” (He’s basically so crazy he’s got Pyro vision, you know what I mean.)
*Yep*
She sighs and leans her chin on her hand "You obviously got something wrong upstairs or you actually think that. I am going to assume the former." She said and smiles.
"He threw acid on me and stepped on my tail. I still don't know why. Something about 'It's better if you end now,' but also it seems like he fed from it because he thanked me for the snack. Anyway, when you see him again, could you tell him that I forgive him but that I don't want him to do that again?"
William stands stock still for a moment before his eyes turn to Samaritan. Samaritan has little wisps of smoke coming off his shoulders and back,, his left eye twitches. Samaritan takes a deep breath, rolling his shoulders "I will talk with him.." he says, his tone turning from friendly to suddenly neutral.
"I-it's all good now, so you don't have to be mad! I just couldn't find him myself, so I thought I'd talk to someone who knows about fiends and stuff, and you guys were the only guys I know who know their languages, so..." he tries to catch his breath. "Um... so, how are you guys?"
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.
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.
Loriche enters, looking a bit concerned.
Riotan knocks on the door.
She looks up, quickly retrieving her mask. She slips it over her nose and mouth, as not to scare Loriche. "Hello." She chirps, leaving her body language open.
Samaritan opens it and smiles behind his mask "Rio, good to see you." He leads him inside, a gentle hand on his back.
"Hi. You know about different varieties of animals and stuff, right?"
Rio smiles at both of them. "You guys are really dedicated... thank you."
*who in the world is officiating a demon-devil wedding*
*Samaritan has a sister in arms who works at the kitchen who will be doing it.*
She nods and sets the broom aside, walking behind the counter "I do. What may I help you with?"
He nods as William quickly walks past them. He gives Riotan a sympathic glance before closing the door. The smell of smoke, Samaritan's fiery smoke that comes off him when he is angry, fills the air. "I wanted to ask you something actually."
He tilts his head, appearing confused, “I have no idea what you’re talking about, how do you give up on a dream you’ve already achieved? Like I said, you look perfectly beautiful, inside and out.” (He’s basically so crazy he’s got Pyro vision, you know what I mean.)
*Yep*
She sighs and leans her chin on her hand "You obviously got something wrong upstairs or you actually think that. I am going to assume the former." She said and smiles.
“I’d prefer you believe the latter, but I can’t exactly show you, can I?” He laughs, leaning back in his chair, taking his blade off his back and putting it in his lap, “What was that transformation you took before?”
"He threw acid on me and stepped on my tail. I still don't know why. Something about 'It's better if you end now,' but also it seems like he fed from it because he thanked me for the snack. Anyway, when you see him again, could you tell him that I forgive him but that I don't want him to do that again?"
William stands stock still for a moment before his eyes turn to Samaritan. Samaritan has little wisps of smoke coming off his shoulders and back,, his left eye twitches. Samaritan takes a deep breath, rolling his shoulders "I will talk with him.." he says, his tone turning from friendly to suddenly neutral.
"I-it's all good now, so you don't have to be mad! I just couldn't find him myself, so I thought I'd talk to someone who knows about fiends and stuff, and you guys were the only guys I know who know their languages, so..." he tries to catch his breath. "Um... so, how are you guys?"
Samaritan sighs, calming himself "Still, I will speak with him." He said, the smoke seeming to die off. William seems to go from tense to relieved, setting a cake aside. He turns back around and kneels down "Still hurting or can I pick you up?"
"I-it's all good now, so you don't have to be mad! I just couldn't find him myself, so I thought I'd talk to someone who knows about fiends and stuff, and you guys were the only guys I know who know their languages, so..." he tries to catch his breath. "Um... so, how are you guys?"
Samaritan sighs, calming himself "Still, I will speak with him." He said, the smoke seeming to die off. William seems to go from tense to relieved, setting a cake aside. He turns back around and kneels down "Still hurting or can I pick you up?"
"Rag healed me. He's my best friend, and he's a dragon like me. I'm gonna be big and strong like him when I grow up." He stands up, ready to be lifted.
He tilts his head, appearing confused, “I have no idea what you’re talking about, how do you give up on a dream you’ve already achieved? Like I said, you look perfectly beautiful, inside and out.” (He’s basically so crazy he’s got Pyro vision, you know what I mean.)
*Yep*
She sighs and leans her chin on her hand "You obviously got something wrong upstairs or you actually think that. I am going to assume the former." She said and smiles.
“I’d prefer you believe the latter, but I can’t exactly show you, can I?” He laughs, leaning back in his chair, taking his blade off his back and putting it in his lap, “What was that transformation you took before?”
"It happens when I am under a lot of stress. It also, unfortunately, happens when I haven't eaten in awhile." She said, staring out the large windows "Panic, hunger.. you can imagine that sends a person into the worst places."
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.
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.
Loriche enters, looking a bit concerned.
Riotan knocks on the door.
She looks up, quickly retrieving her mask. She slips it over her nose and mouth, as not to scare Loriche. "Hello." She chirps, leaving her body language open.
Samaritan opens it and smiles behind his mask "Rio, good to see you." He leads him inside, a gentle hand on his back.
"Hi. You know about different varieties of animals and stuff, right?"
Rio smiles at both of them. "You guys are really dedicated... thank you."
*who in the world is officiating a demon-devil wedding*
*Samaritan has a sister in arms who works at the kitchen who will be doing it.*
She nods and sets the broom aside, walking behind the counter "I do. What may I help you with?"
He nods as William quickly walks past them. He gives Riotan a sympathic glance before closing the door. The smell of smoke, Samaritan's fiery smoke that comes off him when he is angry, fills the air. "I wanted to ask you something actually."
“I saw this strange creature yesterday… it looked like a really sick owlbear but kind of… human… at the same time?”
“What is it?”
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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-it's all good now, so you don't have to be mad! I just couldn't find him myself, so I thought I'd talk to someone who knows about fiends and stuff, and you guys were the only guys I know who know their languages, so..." he tries to catch his breath. "Um... so, how are you guys?"
Samaritan sighs, calming himself "Still, I will speak with him." He said, the smoke seeming to die off. William seems to go from tense to relieved, setting a cake aside. He turns back around and kneels down "Still hurting or can I pick you up?"
"Rag healed me. He's my best friend, and he's a dragon like me. I'm gonna be big and strong like him when I grow up." He stands up, ready to be lifted.
William picks him up and holds him like he would with a cat. "That's good, and as for your question, I am fine at the moment." He said. Samaritan shrugs "If I am being honest, I could be better."
He tilts his head, appearing confused, “I have no idea what you’re talking about, how do you give up on a dream you’ve already achieved? Like I said, you look perfectly beautiful, inside and out.” (He’s basically so crazy he’s got Pyro vision, you know what I mean.)
*Yep*
She sighs and leans her chin on her hand "You obviously got something wrong upstairs or you actually think that. I am going to assume the former." She said and smiles.
“I’d prefer you believe the latter, but I can’t exactly show you, can I?” He laughs, leaning back in his chair, taking his blade off his back and putting it in his lap, “What was that transformation you took before?”
"It happens when I am under a lot of stress. It also, unfortunately, happens when I haven't eaten in awhile." She said, staring out the large windows "Panic, hunger.. you can imagine that sends a person into the worst places."
He nods along with them, understanding the feeling “I’ve learned the best way to quell those feelings is to close your eyes, and focus on something that brings you peace, something bigger than whatever you’re afraid of, hunger applies almost the same, but those may not work for you.”
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.
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.
Loriche enters, looking a bit concerned.
Riotan knocks on the door.
She looks up, quickly retrieving her mask. She slips it over her nose and mouth, as not to scare Loriche. "Hello." She chirps, leaving her body language open.
Samaritan opens it and smiles behind his mask "Rio, good to see you." He leads him inside, a gentle hand on his back.
"Hi. You know about different varieties of animals and stuff, right?"
Rio smiles at both of them. "You guys are really dedicated... thank you."
*who in the world is officiating a demon-devil wedding*
*Samaritan has a sister in arms who works at the kitchen who will be doing it.*
She nods and sets the broom aside, walking behind the counter "I do. What may I help you with?"
He nods as William quickly walks past them. He gives Riotan a sympathic glance before closing the door. The smell of smoke, Samaritan's fiery smoke that comes off him when he is angry, fills the air. "I wanted to ask you something actually."
“I saw this strange creature yesterday… it looked like a really sick owlbear but kind of… human… at the same time?”
“What is it?”
Misha seems to stop moving, her entire body turning still, before she puts on a smile. "Really?" She asked.
Samaritan stabs the knife he was using into a wooden cutting board "Throwing acid on to a child? That's a new level I didn't think I would hear about."
*Cut for Wendi.*
He tilts his head, appearing confused, “I have no idea what you’re talking about, how do you give up on a dream you’ve already achieved? Like I said, you look perfectly beautiful, inside and out.” (He’s basically so crazy he’s got Pyro vision, you know what I mean.)
*Oh also does anyone else want to rp?*
William stands stock still for a moment before his eyes turn to Samaritan. Samaritan has little wisps of smoke coming off his shoulders and back,, his left eye twitches. Samaritan takes a deep breath, rolling his shoulders "I will talk with him.." he says, his tone turning from friendly to suddenly neutral.
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
*I just had a crazy pathfinder session so intense I had to mark 'future bbeg takes 9 kobold damage'*
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.
"Hi. You know about different varieties of animals and stuff, right?"
Rio smiles at both of them. "You guys are really dedicated... thank you."
*who in the world is officiating a demon-devil wedding*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Yep*
She sighs and leans her chin on her hand "You obviously got something wrong upstairs or you actually think that. I am going to assume the former." She said and smiles.
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
"I-it's all good now, so you don't have to be mad! I just couldn't find him myself, so I thought I'd talk to someone who knows about fiends and stuff, and you guys were the only guys I know who know their languages, so..." he tries to catch his breath. "Um... so, how are you guys?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Samaritan has a sister in arms who works at the kitchen who will be doing it.*
She nods and sets the broom aside, walking behind the counter "I do. What may I help you with?"
He nods as William quickly walks past them. He gives Riotan a sympathic glance before closing the door. The smell of smoke, Samaritan's fiery smoke that comes off him when he is angry, fills the air. "I wanted to ask you something actually."
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
“I’d prefer you believe the latter, but I can’t exactly show you, can I?” He laughs, leaning back in his chair, taking his blade off his back and putting it in his lap, “What was that transformation you took before?”
*And one of the players was a karen drow (It's modern fantasy)*
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.
Samaritan sighs, calming himself "Still, I will speak with him." He said, the smoke seeming to die off. William seems to go from tense to relieved, setting a cake aside. He turns back around and kneels down "Still hurting or can I pick you up?"
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
"Rag healed me. He's my best friend, and he's a dragon like me. I'm gonna be big and strong like him when I grow up." He stands up, ready to be lifted.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"It happens when I am under a lot of stress. It also, unfortunately, happens when I haven't eaten in awhile." She said, staring out the large windows "Panic, hunger.. you can imagine that sends a person into the worst places."
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
“I saw this strange creature yesterday… it looked like a really sick owlbear but kind of… human… at the same time?”
“What is it?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
William picks him up and holds him like he would with a cat. "That's good, and as for your question, I am fine at the moment." He said. Samaritan shrugs "If I am being honest, I could be better."
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
He nods along with them, understanding the feeling “I’ve learned the best way to quell those feelings is to close your eyes, and focus on something that brings you peace, something bigger than whatever you’re afraid of, hunger applies almost the same, but those may not work for you.”
Misha seems to stop moving, her entire body turning still, before she puts on a smile. "Really?" She asked.
Samaritan stabs the knife he was using into a wooden cutting board "Throwing acid on to a child? That's a new level I didn't think I would hear about."
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
*Please?*
*Would, but don't have enough time I think. I might with one char though?*
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
'Naner Day, Tuesday, March 3rd, 2026
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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.
*Yeah totally, who do you want to have, if you don’t have a want, just name somebody.*