It remains silent, just trying to comfort the crying child, now having fully taken its attention off of the dead god.
"No problem- happy to help a friend." She hugs her back with her far-too-many arms. Omori seems equally relieved that she's feeling better.
After a while, he stops, hugging Helianth with uncontrolled strength that would shatter bone with each on a normal being.
Once she's done hugging KK she picks up Omori, hugging them tightly too, "Omori, I'm gonna need the help o' the strongest druid around other than me, can ya handle it?"
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
After a while, he stops, hugging Helianth with uncontrolled strength that would shatter bone with each on a normal being.
Once she's done hugging KK she picks up Omori, hugging them tightly too, "Omori, I'm gonna need the help o' the strongest druid around other than me, can ya handle it?"
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
*(Begins putting you back together.)*
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
*Continuing is fine, but it's your turn to pick if I remember correctly. Either way, I'm fine with what you want.*
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
"I would love a few games of Checkers." She says happily, putting her hair into a bun.
"Do you know what trap-ease is, dear?" She asks, tying her feet to the ceiling.
"And it will be, but you have to rest too." He says, rubbing their face with a smile.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
*scryin on my crucible rn*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Wassup Jobah.*
They pick Black, beginning to play with a soft smile, “Today is a wonderful day.”
(I spelled it wrong, the circus acrobatics thingy) “Well, it’s more fun that way, step back please.”
They kiss them again, before leaning back on the bed.
“You look like it did you some good, your fur looks a little more fluffy.”
She begins swinging, back and forth on the rope, before untying it, flipping through the air, and landing in front of them, hands up.
“Do you want to do anything other than rest, dear?”
Amatarou is asleep in his boba shop, and cats have begun to sleep on top of him.
Felix is back in town, and he looks a lot more confident than before while also retaining his chill-ness.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Rag would’ve sent him a letter telling about everything that’s happened, like how he’s engaged, and he died, and he has a homeless shelter now.
*hiya*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*f’tahgn*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
She takes advantage, continuing to play, taking some of their pieces.
She’s grinning happily, “The act will be better once I teach you how to do it with me.”
He smiles, “Of course you can, dear.” He gets up and gets it for them.