Drilin is climbing out of a sewer grate in the town square
"A wretched sight." says a light colored kitsune bearing a book and a Kimono. Each of his nine tails flows behind him
'Something the matter?'
"Depends.. do you choose to live there?"
'Yeah. It's been home long enough, don't think I'm cut out to be one of you surface folks. And maybe I wouldn't want to, it's too bright up there, and the people are weird'
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Drilin is climbing out of a sewer grate in the town square
"A wretched sight." says a light colored kitsune bearing a book and a Kimono. Each of his nine tails flows behind him
'Something the matter?'
"Depends.. do you choose to live there?"
'Yeah. It's been home long enough, don't think I'm cut out to be one of you surface folks. And maybe I wouldn't want to, it's too bright up there, and the people are weird'
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Drilin is climbing out of a sewer grate in the town square
"A wretched sight." says a light colored kitsune bearing a book and a Kimono. Each of his nine tails flows behind him
'Something the matter?'
"Depends.. do you choose to live there?"
'Yeah. It's been home long enough, don't think I'm cut out to be one of you surface folks. And maybe I wouldn't want to, it's too bright up there, and the people are weird'
"Well then nevermind"
'What about you? What makes ya wanna live on the surface?'
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"I'm special. See, I've nearly always been an alcoholic, so I've learned a spell to make me mostly immune to its effects. Plus, a normal cake would have fallen apart or spoiled by now. I'm infused with cursed appetite that I... consensually stole from a giant sunflower recently."
"Consensually?" He snorts, laughing a little. "I will decline, the taste of alcohol, whether it be by wheat, corn, hops, grapes, or other, tastes bitter to me." he says.
He nods. "Fair enough." He lights a match and drops it in the bottle, causing a gout of blue flame identical to his own. He blows it out and begins to drink it. He seems to really enjoy it. After a bit, the bag falls off, revealing his long, black, metal-studded tongue dragging along the inside of the bottle, slurping up the remnants of hot bourbon. He pulls the bottle off the appendage, then rolls his demonic slurping device into his mouth and drops the bottle. "That was (gp)."
Drilin is climbing out of a sewer grate in the town square
"A wretched sight." says a light colored kitsune bearing a book and a Kimono. Each of his nine tails flows behind him
'Something the matter?'
"Depends.. do you choose to live there?"
'Yeah. It's been home long enough, don't think I'm cut out to be one of you surface folks. And maybe I wouldn't want to, it's too bright up there, and the people are weird'
"Well then nevermind"
'What about you? What makes ya wanna live on the surface?'
"I was born on it."
'Hah, now that's fair. I guess I was too, but only spent must have been a month up there before my life went down the drain'
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"I'm special. See, I've nearly always been an alcoholic, so I've learned a spell to make me mostly immune to its effects. Plus, a normal cake would have fallen apart or spoiled by now. I'm infused with cursed appetite that I... consensually stole from a giant sunflower recently."
"Consensually?" He snorts, laughing a little. "I will decline, the taste of alcohol, whether it be by wheat, corn, hops, grapes, or other, tastes bitter to me." he says.
He nods. "Fair enough." He lights a match and drops it in the bottle, causing a gout of blue flame identical to his own. He blows it out and begins to drink it. He seems to really enjoy it. After a bit, the bag falls off, revealing his long, black, metal-studded tongue dragging along the inside of the bottle, slurping up the remnants of hot bourbon. He pulls the bottle off the appendage, then rolls his demonic slurping device into his mouth and drops the bottle. "That was (gp)."
Carrion watches with fascination, watching the device dance around like a cat watching a mousey toy. "Never in my life have I seen such a thing! How lovely!"
He gets up, “It’s faster if I carry you there, but you can just follow if you want.”
Moonshine saunters inside, giving him a kiss “What a gentleman.” Sandstorm wraps around them like a coil, nuzzling close.
“It’s okay, what are you doing?” He asks, deflecting.
He scrambles up onto Thorfinn's shoulders. He's lighter than expected.
He pets at Sandstorm with a smile and enters after her, humming happily
"Bout to go kill a guy."
He begins sprinting at a speed that would seem superhuman, leading them though the forest.
She sits down on the couch, beckoning for them to come over and sit in her lap.
He looks scared for a moment before remembering she’s a bounty hunter “Oh… okay.”
"Wheeeeeeee"
He blushes and coalesces in her lap, leaving a mirror image of himself behind for a brief moment.
"He's been naaaauughty, according to his poster." she giggles, ruffling Tony's hair.
Eventually, they arrive at the 8th Fleet ship.
She wraps her arms around them, putting her sharp and chipped teeth on his neck for a moment, “I could just.” She snips at them before kissing their neck.
He lets them, smiling up at them, nuzzling into their chest “Can you stay a bit longer?”
"Oooooh, big boat."
He bristles, mumbling quietly and flushing.
"I guess. Mr Morgan ain't going anywhere."
He puts them down, sending a rope down, “Come on, let’s find you a room.”
She runs a claw along their jawline, “So what do ya want ta do?”
“Thanks, I guess… I guess I’m gonna marry you, and you’re going to be my wife, that’s… so cool.”
'Yeah. It's been home long enough, don't think I'm cut out to be one of you surface folks. And maybe I wouldn't want to, it's too bright up there, and the people are weird'
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*If you want to continue I’d love to, but you know I don’t have a preference for either.*
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'What about you? What makes ya wanna live on the surface?'
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*Can you grab the continue?*
He nods. "Fair enough." He lights a match and drops it in the bottle, causing a gout of blue flame identical to his own. He blows it out and begins to drink it. He seems to really enjoy it. After a bit, the bag falls off, revealing his long, black, metal-studded tongue dragging along the inside of the bottle, slurping up the remnants of hot bourbon. He pulls the bottle off the appendage, then rolls his demonic slurping device into his mouth and drops the bottle. "That was (gp)."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
'Hah, now that's fair. I guess I was too, but only spent must have been a month up there before my life went down the drain'
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Carrion watches with fascination, watching the device dance around like a cat watching a mousey toy. "Never in my life have I seen such a thing! How lovely!"
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 puts them down, sending a rope down, “Come on, let’s find you a room.”
She runs a claw along their jawline, “So what do ya want ta do?”
“Thanks, I guess… I guess I’m gonna marry you, and you’re going to be my wife, that’s… so cool.”
'Ah, the mountains?'
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'So, the clouds then, the sky, space, Heaven?'
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