She nods, taking her clipboard before beginning to walk back to her home.
She puts them down in their bed, “Leave again an’ I break yer legs, an’ if I ain’t here, Annabelle knows all her mother’s moves by heart.” She smiles, proud of her daughter.
She rocks the little nightmare, “Good, I’m a fast runner, an’ I ain’t get caught easy.”
*its alright.*
Dew sits there, pondering everything
"Yeah, I figured." he falls asleep pretty quickly
Dexter coos, red eyes blinking. "We've got your scent, no way you'd be getting away from us."
When she gets home, she stands in front of her bathroom mirror, cursing herself for coming on too strong, crying about almost ruining it with Dew, before going to bed.
She nods. Going to sit on her bed, sighing. (Good end.)
“That’s what ya would think, ain’t it?” She saunters over, grinning at them as she holds Dexter, “I got my ways, ya get yers.”
She nods, taking her clipboard before beginning to walk back to her home.
She puts them down in their bed, “Leave again an’ I break yer legs, an’ if I ain’t here, Annabelle knows all her mother’s moves by heart.” She smiles, proud of her daughter.
She rocks the little nightmare, “Good, I’m a fast runner, an’ I ain’t get caught easy.”
*its alright.*
Dew sits there, pondering everything
"Yeah, I figured." he falls asleep pretty quickly
Dexter coos, red eyes blinking. "We've got your scent, no way you'd be getting away from us."
When she gets home, she stands in front of her bathroom mirror, cursing herself for coming on too strong, crying about almost ruining it with Dew, before going to bed.
She nods. Going to sit on her bed, sighing. (Good end.)
“That’s what ya would think, ain’t it?” She saunters over, grinning at them as she holds Dexter, “I got my ways, ya get yers.”
Before she can get comfy, there's a knock at the door.
(indeed, your pick I think)
Dexter poofs and reappears in River's arms. "My ways have been perfected over twelve generations."
*Actually, I picked Cyvus.*
She goes over to see who it is, cleaning up the smears on her make up from all of her crying, looking through the peep hole.
“Ain’t they? I seen more than that, an’ things ain’t go great fer them, but ya can try and catch this tail if ya like.” She winks with a smirk.
She nods, taking her clipboard before beginning to walk back to her home.
She puts them down in their bed, “Leave again an’ I break yer legs, an’ if I ain’t here, Annabelle knows all her mother’s moves by heart.” She smiles, proud of her daughter.
She rocks the little nightmare, “Good, I’m a fast runner, an’ I ain’t get caught easy.”
*its alright.*
Dew sits there, pondering everything
"Yeah, I figured." he falls asleep pretty quickly
Dexter coos, red eyes blinking. "We've got your scent, no way you'd be getting away from us."
When she gets home, she stands in front of her bathroom mirror, cursing herself for coming on too strong, crying about almost ruining it with Dew, before going to bed.
She nods. Going to sit on her bed, sighing. (Good end.)
“That’s what ya would think, ain’t it?” She saunters over, grinning at them as she holds Dexter, “I got my ways, ya get yers.”
Before she can get comfy, there's a knock at the door.
(indeed, your pick I think)
Dexter poofs and reappears in River's arms. "My ways have been perfected over twelve generations."
*Actually, I picked Cyvus.*
She goes over to see who it is, cleaning up the smears on her make up from all of her crying, looking through the peep hole.
“Ain’t they? I seen more than that, an’ things ain’t go great fer them, but ya can try and catch this tail if ya like.” She winks with a smirk.
*then I picked Moonshine.*
It's Dew, shifting his weight from hind to hind.
He blushes, absorbing Dexter and re-creating him to waddle off in a random direction. "...D-doesn't matter anyway, you steal, not kill."
*…[gp] Robin I guess.*
She looks up at them, opening the door a crack, “Dew?” She doesn’t want them to see her sorry state.
She cackles at their blush, reaching out a hand to put on the side of their face, “Oh am I gettin’ ya riled up, somethin’ fierce? Good.” She pats their cheek.
She nods, taking her clipboard before beginning to walk back to her home.
She puts them down in their bed, “Leave again an’ I break yer legs, an’ if I ain’t here, Annabelle knows all her mother’s moves by heart.” She smiles, proud of her daughter.
She rocks the little nightmare, “Good, I’m a fast runner, an’ I ain’t get caught easy.”
*its alright.*
Dew sits there, pondering everything
"Yeah, I figured." he falls asleep pretty quickly
Dexter coos, red eyes blinking. "We've got your scent, no way you'd be getting away from us."
When she gets home, she stands in front of her bathroom mirror, cursing herself for coming on too strong, crying about almost ruining it with Dew, before going to bed.
She nods. Going to sit on her bed, sighing. (Good end.)
“That’s what ya would think, ain’t it?” She saunters over, grinning at them as she holds Dexter, “I got my ways, ya get yers.”
Before she can get comfy, there's a knock at the door.
(indeed, your pick I think)
Dexter poofs and reappears in River's arms. "My ways have been perfected over twelve generations."
*Actually, I picked Cyvus.*
She goes over to see who it is, cleaning up the smears on her make up from all of her crying, looking through the peep hole.
“Ain’t they? I seen more than that, an’ things ain’t go great fer them, but ya can try and catch this tail if ya like.” She winks with a smirk.
*then I picked Moonshine.*
It's Dew, shifting his weight from hind to hind.
He blushes, absorbing Dexter and re-creating him to waddle off in a random direction. "...D-doesn't matter anyway, you steal, not kill."
*…[gp] Robin I guess.*
She looks up at them, opening the door a crack, “Dew?” She doesn’t want them to see her sorry state.
She cackles at their blush, reaching out a hand to put on the side of their face, “Oh am I gettin’ ya riled up, somethin’ fierce? Good.” She pats their cheek.
Robin has forgotten his meds, and is just laid out on the cold ground of the lab
"H-hey... I uhm... I wanna try, I do. it goes against everything ive ever done in my life, but... maybe it's time I try to actually have a relationship.
Her hand phases through him and he grumbles again, looking away. "w-whatever.."
Paracelsus walks into the lab, stepping around them perfectly and grabbing their meds.
She stops for a long time as they speak, trying to stop the tears that begin welling in her eyes, shaking them away, “O-okay… maybe we can… have a relationship.”
She puts her hands back on her hips, “How ‘bout I come visit ya? We can talk, I like yer lil Dexter, he’s a cute one, just like ya.”
She shakes her head, while their mouth is opening providing the proper dosage of medicine, “Your doctor girlfriend.”
She nods, opening the door for them, though staying behind it, barely big enough for them.
“That ain’t nothin’ new, I had some real interestin’ places I’ve lived in befer. Now how ‘bout ya lead the way.”
He swallows it, blinking. "I see."
He squeezes through and finds a space large enough for him to lay down on the ground.
"This way." he takes them the way opposite the one he was facing.
She helps them to sit up and waits for the effect to kick in.
There aren’t many places, next to her bed is the largest, this is a goblin’s apartment after all.
She skips after them, happy to follow and probably not get murdered, humming to herself.
"Oh, paracelcus, when did you get here?"
He chuckles nervously. "I... did not think this through..."
She takes her to his upper layer of his shipping container, decently sized and fitted with, all though all of it's tiny, a sitting area, bedroom, and a kitchen
“You didn’t take your meds, and now I’m mad at you.” She kisses them on the cheek.
She continues to stand behind the door, chuckling nervously with them “I guess you didn’t… why did you come so soon?”
She walks over to the sitting area, Sandstorm following as she sits down on one of the chairs, crossing her legs, “Ain’t this place nice?”
She shakes her head, while their mouth is opening providing the proper dosage of medicine, “Your doctor girlfriend.”
She nods, opening the door for them, though staying behind it, barely big enough for them.
“That ain’t nothin’ new, I had some real interestin’ places I’ve lived in befer. Now how ‘bout ya lead the way.”
He swallows it, blinking. "I see."
He squeezes through and finds a space large enough for him to lay down on the ground.
"This way." he takes them the way opposite the one he was facing.
She helps them to sit up and waits for the effect to kick in.
There aren’t many places, next to her bed is the largest, this is a goblin’s apartment after all.
She skips after them, happy to follow and probably not get murdered, humming to herself.
"Oh, paracelcus, when did you get here?"
He chuckles nervously. "I... did not think this through..."
She takes her to his upper layer of his shipping container, decently sized and fitted with, all though all of it's tiny, a sitting area, bedroom, and a kitchen
“You didn’t take your meds, and now I’m mad at you.” She kisses them on the cheek.
She continues to stand behind the door, chuckling nervously with them “I guess you didn’t… why did you come so soon?”
She walks over to the sitting area, Sandstorm following as she sits down on one of the chairs, crossing her legs, “Ain’t this place nice?”
"You're supposed to remind me."
"I... I just felt like it was the right thing to do.."
"it's the optimal Traveling Space." he sits across from her, Dexter petting sandstorm if it lets them.
She thinks about it for a moment before smiling “I’m not longer mad at you, I’m sorry.”
She doesn’t know how to react to that, “… I thought you needed time to think…?”
She smiles at them, and Sandstorm definitely lets them “Why can’t I touch ya? Ya got some special power that makes ya untouchable?”
*Good morning interplaner travelers, we have all returned to this strange world.*
*Can I go to the abyss instead I need to see my uncle Bill Cipher*
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*Good morning my friends. I hope everyone is doing good today*
Theren is making some breakfast for the orphans. He hums quietly as he cooks, as not to wake them.
Leo is curled up in bed, staring at the wall. He stares at the wedding ring on his finger, lost in thought.
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Merabelle helps out now that she isn’t sick anymore, though her mind seems to be elsewhere, thinking of… something.
Ana hasn’t talked to them for any real sentences since their last chat. Despite being an entirely magma woman now, she feels stronger than before, still tired and pregnant though.
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When she gets home, she stands in front of her bathroom mirror, cursing herself for coming on too strong, crying about almost ruining it with Dew, before going to bed.
She nods. Going to sit on her bed, sighing. (Good end.)
“That’s what ya would think, ain’t it?” She saunters over, grinning at them as she holds Dexter, “I got my ways, ya get yers.”
*Actually, I picked Cyvus.*
She goes over to see who it is, cleaning up the smears on her make up from all of her crying, looking through the peep hole.
“Ain’t they? I seen more than that, an’ things ain’t go great fer them, but ya can try and catch this tail if ya like.” She winks with a smirk.
*…[gp] Robin I guess.*
She looks up at them, opening the door a crack, “Dew?” She doesn’t want them to see her sorry state.
She cackles at their blush, reaching out a hand to put on the side of their face, “Oh am I gettin’ ya riled up, somethin’ fierce? Good.” She pats their cheek.
Paracelsus walks into the lab, stepping around them perfectly and grabbing their meds.
She stops for a long time as they speak, trying to stop the tears that begin welling in her eyes, shaking them away, “O-okay… maybe we can… have a relationship.”
She puts her hands back on her hips, “How ‘bout I come visit ya? We can talk, I like yer lil Dexter, he’s a cute one, just like ya.”
*Cut for Salem.*
She shakes her head, while their mouth is opening providing the proper dosage of medicine, “Your doctor girlfriend.”
She nods, opening the door for them, though staying behind it, barely big enough for them.
“That ain’t nothin’ new, I had some real interestin’ places I’ve lived in befer. Now how ‘bout ya lead the way.”
She helps them to sit up and waits for the effect to kick in.
There aren’t many places, next to her bed is the largest, this is a goblin’s apartment after all.
She skips after them, happy to follow and probably not get murdered, humming to herself.
“You didn’t take your meds, and now I’m mad at you.” She kisses them on the cheek.
She continues to stand behind the door, chuckling nervously with them “I guess you didn’t… why did you come so soon?”
She walks over to the sitting area, Sandstorm following as she sits down on one of the chairs, crossing her legs, “Ain’t this place nice?”
She thinks about it for a moment before smiling “I’m not longer mad at you, I’m sorry.”
She doesn’t know how to react to that, “… I thought you needed time to think…?”
She smiles at them, and Sandstorm definitely lets them “Why can’t I touch ya? Ya got some special power that makes ya untouchable?”
*Good morning interplaner travelers, we have all returned to this strange world.*
*Good morning my friends. I hope everyone is doing good today*
Theren is making some breakfast for the orphans. He hums quietly as he cooks, as not to wake them.
Leo is curled up in bed, staring at the wall. He stares at the wedding ring on his finger, lost in thought.
-open slots, ask for whoever-
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Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Can I go to the abyss instead I need to see my uncle Bill Cipher*
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Co-cult leader of the cynophobia cult
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Merabelle helps out now that she isn’t sick anymore, though her mind seems to be elsewhere, thinking of… something.
Ana hasn’t talked to them for any real sentences since their last chat. Despite being an entirely magma woman now, she feels stronger than before, still tired and pregnant though.