He leans in to give the mask a small but passionate kiss, his teeth softly clicking against the mask for a moment before he sits back down, "And I wouldn't want it to be any other way than that." He leans back, once their drinks arrive, tipping the waiter, who's gotten a little more used to the both of them considering neither of them have tried to eat him. (Might make him a char, for funsies.)
Top matches sure to catch her before she can hit the ground, picking them up and rushing to the Orphanage, happy to have helped them as much as he could despite lacking magic for himself. Once he gets them there, he walks inside, getting directions to their bed, putting them down there, laughing and talking to himself. He makes sure to stay, just to make sure they're okay.
"Neither would I, dear." She pauses, eating another scallop before taking a small sip of her drink with a proboscis like that of a butterfly's, which unfurls from somewhere underneath her mask. It almost seems like whatever lies behind her mask is shifting between different shapes in a similar manner that his bubbling tar can.
After a while, Omori tiredly gets up- she's not hurt, but has spent her entire magical reserves that she had from that ritual and is still feeling immensely exhausted. She hops down from her bed in the shadowed corner of her room, looking over at him. "Thank you for helping me, Top."
He finishes his lobster and slowly drains his drink, putting it to his agape maw, the glass becoming empty and covered in that goo, “Dear, may I see what is behind your mask?”
He shakes his head, “My help isn’t done yet, I still need to take you to that observatory. I’ll get you there in back in time for bed, promise.” He says with a smile, getting out of his chair, “You should rest, you were tired, you probably still are tired.”
*Sorry about the delay*
"I don't know if there is anything behind the mask really. I never tried removing it... but yes, you may." She places two hands on her mask, slowly pulling it off with a sound of what sounds like tearing flesh. When the mask is removed, the inside of it is completely stained with inky ichor, and it reveals her true 'face'. A shifting mass of inky darkness engulfed in a cloud of shadowy miasma, inside of which six tiny green motes of light in a familiar configuration can faintly be seen.
"Yeah, I am. Good idea." She sits back on the bed. "Once I'm awake enough to function, we'll go to the observatory and get our answers."
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
*He has fire and blades, and his Domain Expansion, when translated correctly, is literally called Malevolent Kitchen*
*He had Uraume as a subordinate because they were good at cooking humans which was too difficult and time-consuming for Sukuna to enjoy, even for the succulent taste of human flesh at the end.*
*He has fire and blades, and his Domain Expansion, when translated correctly, is literally called Malevolent Kitchen*
*He had Uraume as a subordinate because they were good at cooking humans which was too difficult and time-consuming for Sukuna to enjoy, even for the succulent taste of human flesh at the end.*
*That is entirely true, did you not know that? If not, now you do, and that means we can make a chef and subordinate dynamic if you’d like.*
*He has fire and blades, and his Domain Expansion, when translated correctly, is literally called Malevolent Kitchen*
*He had Uraume as a subordinate because they were good at cooking humans which was too difficult and time-consuming for Sukuna to enjoy, even for the succulent taste of human flesh at the end.*
*That is entirely true, did you not know that? If not, now you do, and that means we can make a chef and subordinate dynamic if you’d like.*
*Not until very recently. My character was already going to be a cook, but this was just a cool bit of information. What do you want this dynamic to be?*
Fee-fi-fo-fum Crossbones, swords and a bottle of rum Heave-high-ho-hum No rest for the lily-livered pirate scum From the dawning of the day to the drowning of the sun No rest for the lily-livered pirate scum
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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
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*Cut for Salem.*
She walks over and takes one of their fingers in both of theirs, “Well, how do you feel?”
He isn’t far after, blinking until he doesn’t open his eyes again.
He sighs, feeling along her spine with a smile, “Enjoy that? Guide my hands, dear.”
“What makes you not want to run?” She asks, holding as much of their hand as she can.
Merabelle isn’t angry yet, but she’s bubbling. She goes after his tracks.
He begins to rub there for them, nuzzling into their chest as he does.
*Cut for Salem.*
She continues to stand, not too tall, walking over to their face, “You can talk to me.”
She doesn’t interrupt their thinking, but if they start looking like they will do anything drastic she full Nelson’s him.
“Of course, my dear, it’s the least for you.”
*Sorry about the delay*
"I don't know if there is anything behind the mask really. I never tried removing it... but yes, you may." She places two hands on her mask, slowly pulling it off with a sound of what sounds like tearing flesh. When the mask is removed, the inside of it is completely stained with inky ichor, and it reveals her true 'face'. A shifting mass of inky darkness engulfed in a cloud of shadowy miasma, inside of which six tiny green motes of light in a familiar configuration can faintly be seen.
"Yeah, I am. Good idea." She sits back on the bed. "Once I'm awake enough to function, we'll go to the observatory and get our answers."
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
“What’s on your mind, Dew?” She asks, for the last time, not trying to pry.
She sits down nearby, looking out to the water, connecting with the nature around them.
He continues to get where he’s touching for her, smirking a little.
She sits next to them, frowning herself, “If you don’t want to talk, I can leave if you like.”
She makes sure they aren’t drowning, staying on the edge of the water.
The smirk fades as he laughs, recognizing the narrowing, “Okay, dear, I won’t.”
*Gtg eat dinner, I’ll be back.*
*Oh my gosh Jester, Sukuna is a cook*
*He has fire and blades, and his Domain Expansion, when translated correctly, is literally called Malevolent Kitchen*
*He had Uraume as a subordinate because they were good at cooking humans which was too difficult and time-consuming for Sukuna to enjoy, even for the succulent taste of human flesh at the end.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*That is entirely true, did you not know that? If not, now you do, and that means we can make a chef and subordinate dynamic if you’d like.*
She stops for a moment, thinking and then blushing all over “W-what do you mean me?”
She sits on the shore, looking at them, and thinking to herself.
“That’s what you said last time, and yet, Sebastian still exists doesn’t he?” He chuckles.
*Not until very recently. My character was already going to be a cook, but this was just a cool bit of information. What do you want this dynamic to be?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“Like… as friends?” Her hopes are rising just a little.
“Of course ya do, why’re ya out here, ta think?”
He laughs, sneaking a smooch and continuing to rub their back.
*Alrighty, I'm back from the dead once again. Would anyone amongst thou like to rp?*
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
Fee-fi-fo-fum
Crossbones, swords and a bottle of rum
Heave-high-ho-hum
No rest for the lily-livered pirate scum
From the dawning of the day to the drowning of the sun
No rest for the lily-livered pirate scum
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