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*Cut for Salem.*
He takes his napkin, beginning to clean the inside, sighing “Amazing as always, my love.”
“Well we’ve got to get you something to eat, how about your favorite?”
That gives Antonio some pause, before tilting his head “What if your dream literally needs two people.”
Quote from SalemTheArtificer >> Quote from DemonSlayer500 >> *Cut for Salem.* He takes his napkin, beginning to clean the inside, sighing “Amazing as always, my love.” “Well we’ve got to get you something to eat, how about your favorite?” That gives Antonio some pause, before tilting his head “What if your dream literally needs two people.” "Thank ya Johnny." he would imagine a quick kiss on the cheek"Soup! Yes!" he pumps his fist"Ahh, you're a lover-type-dreamer! Well, I dunno then." he laughs heartily
Quote from DemonSlayer500 >> *Cut for Salem.* He takes his napkin, beginning to clean the inside, sighing “Amazing as always, my love.” “Well we’ve got to get you something to eat, how about your favorite?” That gives Antonio some pause, before tilting his head “What if your dream literally needs two people.”
"Thank ya Johnny." he would imagine a quick kiss on the cheek"Soup! Yes!" he pumps his fist"Ahh, you're a lover-type-dreamer! Well, I dunno then." he laughs heartily
He blushes just a little bit, smiling “The least I could do for my love.”
He laughs just a little bit, “I’ll start making it for you.” He gets up and goes out to go get them some ingredients for soup.
“Well… I am getting married, and am currently engaged, so I’d have to say that you’re right.”
*ad astra per aspera*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Quote from SalemTheArtificer >> Quote from DemonSlayer500 >> Quote from SalemTheArtificer >> Quote from DemonSlayer500 >> *Cut for Salem.* He takes his napkin, beginning to clean the inside, sighing “Amazing as always, my love.” “Well we’ve got to get you something to eat, how about your favorite?” That gives Antonio some pause, before tilting his head “What if your dream literally needs two people.” "Thank ya Johnny." he would imagine a quick kiss on the cheek"Soup! Yes!" he pumps his fist"Ahh, you're a lover-type-dreamer! Well, I dunno then." he laughs heartily He blushes just a little bit, smiling “The least I could do for my love.” He laughs just a little bit, “I’ll start making it for you.” He gets up and goes out to go get them some ingredients for soup. “Well… I am getting married, and am currently engaged, so I’d have to say that you’re right.” (HOLY [GP], IDEA. The gun's possessed.) "You do more than enough, Johnny."He watches, following a bit"Well, don't ask me then. My love is my drums."
Quote from DemonSlayer500 >> Quote from SalemTheArtificer >> Quote from DemonSlayer500 >> *Cut for Salem.* He takes his napkin, beginning to clean the inside, sighing “Amazing as always, my love.” “Well we’ve got to get you something to eat, how about your favorite?” That gives Antonio some pause, before tilting his head “What if your dream literally needs two people.” "Thank ya Johnny." he would imagine a quick kiss on the cheek"Soup! Yes!" he pumps his fist"Ahh, you're a lover-type-dreamer! Well, I dunno then." he laughs heartily He blushes just a little bit, smiling “The least I could do for my love.” He laughs just a little bit, “I’ll start making it for you.” He gets up and goes out to go get them some ingredients for soup. “Well… I am getting married, and am currently engaged, so I’d have to say that you’re right.”
(HOLY [GP], IDEA. The gun's possessed.) "You do more than enough, Johnny."He watches, following a bit"Well, don't ask me then. My love is my drums."
(That makes things so much better, totally!) “All I do is love you, and do what I must for you.”
He takes them to get some natural ingredients, gathering them together.
“And you can do those alone, you are good at the drums. Very good.”
*Cut for Salem, even better, Stockholm Syndrome?*
He goes back to cleaning the gun, sighing happily, “I do love being with you.”
He holds most of them himself, taking them to the cooking pot and beginning to make their favorite soup.
“I used to hunt ghosts, but my fiancée made me retire when I almost died.”
Quote from SalemTheArtificer >> Quote from Jobah619Official >> *ad astra per aspera* *sounds gay, I'm in*
Quote from Jobah619Official >> *ad astra per aspera*
*sounds gay, I'm in*
*tis*
Quote from SalemTheArtificer >> Quote from DemonSlayer500 >> *Cut for Salem, even better, Stockholm Syndrome?* He goes back to cleaning the gun, sighing happily, “I do love being with you.” He holds most of them himself, taking them to the cooking pot and beginning to make their favorite soup. “I used to hunt ghosts, but my fiancée made me retire when I almost died.” *Oooh I love it. And he's the one who broke her mind*"And I with you." he feels a weight that's not truly there resting in his lapHe hands Thane the ingredients he has as needed"Sounds like a fair assessment."
Quote from DemonSlayer500 >> *Cut for Salem, even better, Stockholm Syndrome?* He goes back to cleaning the gun, sighing happily, “I do love being with you.” He holds most of them himself, taking them to the cooking pot and beginning to make their favorite soup. “I used to hunt ghosts, but my fiancée made me retire when I almost died.”
*Oooh I love it. And he's the one who broke her mind*"And I with you." he feels a weight that's not truly there resting in his lapHe hands Thane the ingredients he has as needed"Sounds like a fair assessment."
*Absolutely perfect, these two are monsters together.*
He looks at the presence that isn’t there (or better, make them a ghost?), smiling joyfully.
He thanks them, kissing their forehead, “Have you made any friends?”
“I wouldn’t say it’s fair, she dies all the time.” He says with a chuckle.
Thirteen is in the library, still reading about magical illnesses and cancer.
Mauric is making shepherd’s pie.
Loriche is clearing a path from her camp to town.
Riotan is breeding more snakes. And he is not directly involved in that action whatsoever.
Quote from Jobah619Official >> Thirteen is in the library, still reading about magical illnesses and cancer.
They feel an absolutely overwhelming magical presence nearby, greater than nearly all mortals, and barely surpassed by some gods.
Quote from SalemTheArtificer >> Quote from DemonSlayer500 >> Quote from SalemTheArtificer >> Quote from DemonSlayer500 >> *Cut for Salem, even better, Stockholm Syndrome?* He goes back to cleaning the gun, sighing happily, “I do love being with you.” He holds most of them himself, taking them to the cooking pot and beginning to make their favorite soup. “I used to hunt ghosts, but my fiancée made me retire when I almost died.” *Oooh I love it. And he's the one who broke her mind*"And I with you." he feels a weight that's not truly there resting in his lapHe hands Thane the ingredients he has as needed"Sounds like a fair assessment." *Absolutely perfect, these two are monsters together.* He looks at the presence that isn’t there (or better, make them a ghost?), smiling joyfully. He thanks them, kissing their forehead, “Have you made any friends?” “I wouldn’t say it’s fair, she dies all the time.” He says with a chuckle. (her spirit gets stronger with more kills maybe?) A weak energy holds his face"Yeah! There's this nice lady who works at my school, said I look like a very strong dragon-borne!""Ahh, joy. Well, can you die more than once?"
Quote from DemonSlayer500 >> Quote from SalemTheArtificer >> Quote from DemonSlayer500 >> *Cut for Salem, even better, Stockholm Syndrome?* He goes back to cleaning the gun, sighing happily, “I do love being with you.” He holds most of them himself, taking them to the cooking pot and beginning to make their favorite soup. “I used to hunt ghosts, but my fiancée made me retire when I almost died.” *Oooh I love it. And he's the one who broke her mind*"And I with you." he feels a weight that's not truly there resting in his lapHe hands Thane the ingredients he has as needed"Sounds like a fair assessment." *Absolutely perfect, these two are monsters together.* He looks at the presence that isn’t there (or better, make them a ghost?), smiling joyfully. He thanks them, kissing their forehead, “Have you made any friends?” “I wouldn’t say it’s fair, she dies all the time.” He says with a chuckle.
(her spirit gets stronger with more kills maybe?) A weak energy holds his face"Yeah! There's this nice lady who works at my school, said I look like a very strong dragon-borne!""Ahh, joy. Well, can you die more than once?"
(That does sound good indeed.) He leans against the energy.
“You are a very strong dragon-borne son, the strongest that’ll ever be.” He smiles down as he continues to make their soup.
He seems to think a moment before lowering his head “…No.”
Quote from DemonSlayer500 >> Quote from Jobah619Official >> Thirteen is in the library, still reading about magical illnesses and cancer. They feel an absolutely overwhelming magical presence nearby, greater than nearly all mortals, and barely surpassed by some gods.
Thirteen winces as though plagued by a headache and begins an internal dowsing ritual to track the source as he stands and exits.
Quote from SalemTheArtificer >> Quote from Jobah619Official >> Thirteen is in the library, still reading about magical illnesses and cancer. Mauric is making shepherd’s pie. Loriche is clearing a path from her camp to town. Riotan is breeding more snakes. And he is not directly involved in that action whatsoever. Will is in there, not drunk this timeMac is nearby, wanting to stay near Riotan at all times since he nearly died.
Quote from Jobah619Official >> Thirteen is in the library, still reading about magical illnesses and cancer. Mauric is making shepherd’s pie. Loriche is clearing a path from her camp to town. Riotan is breeding more snakes. And he is not directly involved in that action whatsoever.
Will is in there, not drunk this timeMac is nearby, wanting to stay near Riotan at all times since he nearly died.
He nods to Will politely.
Rio smiles at you, passing you some of the friendly snakes. They’re surprisingly comfortable, like a weighted blanket.
*Cut for Salem.*
He takes his napkin, beginning to clean the inside, sighing “Amazing as always, my love.”
“Well we’ve got to get you something to eat, how about your favorite?”
That gives Antonio some pause, before tilting his head “What if your dream literally needs two people.”
He blushes just a little bit, smiling “The least I could do for my love.”
He laughs just a little bit, “I’ll start making it for you.” He gets up and goes out to go get them some ingredients for soup.
“Well… I am getting married, and am currently engaged, so I’d have to say that you’re right.”
*ad astra per aspera*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
(That makes things so much better, totally!) “All I do is love you, and do what I must for you.”
He takes them to get some natural ingredients, gathering them together.
“And you can do those alone, you are good at the drums. Very good.”
*Cut for Salem, even better, Stockholm Syndrome?*
He goes back to cleaning the gun, sighing happily, “I do love being with you.”
He holds most of them himself, taking them to the cooking pot and beginning to make their favorite soup.
“I used to hunt ghosts, but my fiancée made me retire when I almost died.”
*tis*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Absolutely perfect, these two are monsters together.*
He looks at the presence that isn’t there (or better, make them a ghost?), smiling joyfully.
He thanks them, kissing their forehead, “Have you made any friends?”
“I wouldn’t say it’s fair, she dies all the time.” He says with a chuckle.
Thirteen is in the library, still reading about magical illnesses and cancer.
Mauric is making shepherd’s pie.
Loriche is clearing a path from her camp to town.
Riotan is breeding more snakes. And he is not directly involved in that action whatsoever.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
They feel an absolutely overwhelming magical presence nearby, greater than nearly all mortals, and barely surpassed by some gods.
(That does sound good indeed.) He leans against the energy.
“You are a very strong dragon-borne son, the strongest that’ll ever be.” He smiles down as he continues to make their soup.
He seems to think a moment before lowering his head “…No.”
Thirteen winces as though plagued by a headache and begins an internal dowsing ritual to track the source as he stands and exits.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
He nods to Will politely.
Rio smiles at you, passing you some of the friendly snakes. They’re surprisingly comfortable, like a weighted blanket.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.