It yawns, then slowly pads up to him. "Very chill. Might even be chill with all the bodies you rack up."
He nods, then puts on a grim expression and heads to the tavern.
"I don't rack up bodies, I collect blood slides. But, you know my family." he rubs a hand over it gently "The bodies go in the ocean, don't they sweetie?" he coos to the feline
As Domino walks off to where she's needed, and Felix to the tavern. When he enters, it's bustling with guests, Saphuno behind the bar.
"Fair enough." He settles back into his chair. The cat meows at him and purrs.
He walks up and sits at the bar at the only available seat, at the corner where the light is slightly too bright to be comfortable.
*You shouldn’t though, I’ve been totally fine as long as you’ve known me.*
*Yeah, totally a good place to end.*
*If something was going on, I would’ve, I’m okay, stop worrying.*
“Don’t be sorry, you wanted to know, it’s not like it bothers me.” He smiles, kissing them back.
She hugs them, so small compared to them.
Eventually she pulls back, licking the remaining blood off the fangs, “Mmm. Thank you.”
It yawns, then slowly pads up to him. "Very chill. Might even be chill with all the bodies you rack up."
He nods, then puts on a grim expression and heads to the tavern.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Love you too man, but I’m okay.*
“I’m willing to do anything you are, I’ve still got to finish my workout for the day though.”
She sinks into the fur, sighing, “Guess I got to do the best with the time we’ve got.”
“It gets better every day, maybe I think that because we’re getting married soon, but I think it is.”
*It’s not like I’m acting any different, I’m okay.*
He nods, handing them Sebastian, “Best you take him.” He begins his routine.
She sinks farther into their fur with comfort.
“That’s good, very good.” She runs a claw along their jaw, “I’m proud.”
Thirteen is messing with various bones and shells absentmindedly.
Mauric is looking for mimics.
Loriche is making nonweapon paraphernalia of various types.
Riotan is on his honeymoon.
Malafasa is trying to find something worthwhile to do.
Yod is looking for work.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Thank you, your concern means a lot, love you.*
After about an hour he comes inside, sweating hard and smelling like outside, making sure to take off his shoes.
She sighs, breathing in the smell happily before pulling back, blushing blue, “S-sorry.”
It’s purely Ambrosia again, seems it her turn to have control. She continues to run it across their face, smiling at them.
"Fair enough." He settles back into his chair. The cat meows at him and purrs.
He walks up and sits at the bar at the only available seat, at the corner where the light is slightly too bright to be comfortable.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*I wanna make a character inspired by the GOAT from Invincible.*
They smell death near their nest, only now beginning to settle in, the sound of gurgling blood.
He grabs some clothes, going through the portal to get himself a shower.
She laughs a little nervously, hugging them and falling back in.
She makes the same sound, enjoying every little bit, “Would you like to do anything else today?”