He goes off to take a bath and clean himself up, coming back a few minutes later, smelling clean and fresh, "Shall we?"
He begins to read a book he's ready many times before to them, a story they love, happy to read it again.
A little around the edge of Aspen is a small and simple home, pleasant and happy with lots of yard room. She unlocks the door, going inside "Stop being a flirt..." She says, obviously fine with it, maybe even liking it.
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
He goes off to take a bath and clean himself up, coming back a few minutes later, smelling clean and fresh, "Shall we?"
He begins to read a book he's ready many times before to them, a story they love, happy to read it again.
A little around the edge of Aspen is a small and simple home, pleasant and happy with lots of yard room. She unlocks the door, going inside "Stop being a flirt..." She says, obviously fine with it, maybe even liking it.
*gtg soon*
She stands up and takes his paw. "Indeed."
He closes his eyes, imagining the story
"This is quaint." He looks around, humming. "Am I too flirty? Sorry~"
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"This is quaint." He looks around, humming. "Am I too flirty? Sorry~"
*Well you be back?*
He leads them through Winter, until he reaches his surprise. He built them a house, and not a small one either, which explains why he came back every day, exhausted and dirty.
He enjoys each moment he has with his son, happy to have this if nothing else.
She sighs "This is my home." She takes down all her posters in her room before he can see them.
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
Sam is outside, sitting on the dock and watching the sun set. His body is covered in bruises and cuts, turning ugly red and purple from spots that were beaten. A scrap, one he luckily won it seems, but not without a few injuries. He sips a bottle of whiskey, wincing as his flesh stretches around his bruised knuckles.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Sam is outside, sitting on the dock and watching the sun set. His body is covered in bruises and cuts, turning ugly red and purple from spots that were beaten. A scrap, one he luckily won it seems, but not without a few injuries. He sips a bottle of whiskey, wincing as his flesh stretches around his bruised knuckles.
Val, not knowing that Sam has met Zane, walks over to them with a worried look on her face. She comes with cleaning alcohol and a rag for the cuts, along with some ice for all the bruises, "Sam... what happened?"
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
Sam is outside, sitting on the dock and watching the sun set. His body is covered in bruises and cuts, turning ugly red and purple from spots that were beaten. A scrap, one he luckily won it seems, but not without a few injuries. He sips a bottle of whiskey, wincing as his flesh stretches around his bruised knuckles.
Val, not knowing that Sam has met Zane, walks over to them with a worried look on her face. She comes with cleaning alcohol and a rag for the cuts, along with some ice for all the bruises, "Sam... what happened?"
"Hm? Oh, some weird-looking folks wanted to know if I would fight for money. I said sure after they offered me 500 gold, took a bit of haggling though." he shrugs and smiles.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Sam is outside, sitting on the dock and watching the sun set. His body is covered in bruises and cuts, turning ugly red and purple from spots that were beaten. A scrap, one he luckily won it seems, but not without a few injuries. He sips a bottle of whiskey, wincing as his flesh stretches around his bruised knuckles.
Val, not knowing that Sam has met Zane, walks over to them with a worried look on her face. She comes with cleaning alcohol and a rag for the cuts, along with some ice for all the bruises, "Sam... what happened?"
"Hm? Oh, some weird-looking folks wanted to know if I would fight for money. I said sure after they offered me 500 gold, took a bit of haggling though." he shrugs and smiles.
She begins to treat his injuries, looking over to them with that concern sustained, but not pushing any more "Good thing you won, I don't know what I would do..." She stops herself, "What did the hiring people look like?"
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
Felix is trying to exercise, but he's not very good at it. Good effort for a first-timer, though.
The kintsugi man is skating around, leaving an oil slick behind him that rapidly evaporates into nothing. He's repeatedly loading and unloading a large, strangely shaped revolver as he moves. He always returns to a passive position, holstering his gun before and after each load, and he attempts to do it faster each time.
Atticus is sleeping in a large bucket he found.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Sam is outside, sitting on the dock and watching the sun set. His body is covered in bruises and cuts, turning ugly red and purple from spots that were beaten. A scrap, one he luckily won it seems, but not without a few injuries. He sips a bottle of whiskey, wincing as his flesh stretches around his bruised knuckles.
Val, not knowing that Sam has met Zane, walks over to them with a worried look on her face. She comes with cleaning alcohol and a rag for the cuts, along with some ice for all the bruises, "Sam... what happened?"
"Hm? Oh, some weird-looking folks wanted to know if I would fight for money. I said sure after they offered me 500 gold, took a bit of haggling though." he shrugs and smiles.
She begins to treat his injuries, looking over to them with that concern sustained, but not pushing any more "Good thing you won, I don't know what I would do..." She stops herself, "What did the hiring people look like?"
"Scrappy [GP]'s, one of them had a scar over the bridge of his nose. Other one had a fake eye." he chuckles then winces
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
The kintsugi man is skating around, leaving an oil slick behind him that rapidly evaporates into nothing. He's repeatedly loading and unloading a large, strangely shaped revolver as he moves. He always returns to a passive position, holstering his gun before and after each load, and he attempts to do it faster each time.
Atticus is sleeping in a large bucket he found.
Kazuya watches them, especially looking at the oil slick they leave behind that quickly evaporates. He decides to follow after them at a moderate pace, not chasing, but following.
They feel a presence of power similar to that of Helianth, though not hostile enough to want to attack them.
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
Felix is trying to exercise, but he's not very good at it. Good effort for a first-timer, though.
The kintsugi man is skating around, leaving an oil slick behind him that rapidly evaporates into nothing. He's repeatedly loading and unloading a large, strangely shaped revolver as he moves. He always returns to a passive position, holstering his gun before and after each load, and he attempts to do it faster each time.
Atticus is sleeping in a large bucket he found.
Angel appears in a flourish of star dust, his deep blue cape billowing around him as he appears. His large white eyes open as he smiles brightly, "Good evening Felix."
Sam, after being somewhat beaten to a pulp in the fight ring for quick money, walks into the diner with a grin on his face.
Carrion appears and grins happily. "You are adorable."
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
The kintsugi man is skating around, leaving an oil slick behind him that rapidly evaporates into nothing. He's repeatedly loading and unloading a large, strangely shaped revolver as he moves. He always returns to a passive position, holstering his gun before and after each load, and he attempts to do it faster each time.
Atticus is sleeping in a large bucket he found.
Kazuya watches them, especially looking at the oil slick they leave behind that quickly evaporates. He decides to follow after them at a moderate pace, not chasing, but following.
They feel a presence of power similar to that of Helianth, though not hostile enough to want to attack them.
He skids to a halt and points his weapon at a tree's branches, firing while still moving. A squirrel falls from the tree, and the man goes to pick it up, checking its vitals. It doesn't seem to be harmed, but it is unconscious.
He wakes up with a jolt, looking around wildly with his one remaining eye. He flips the bucket and tries to cover himself with it.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Felix is trying to exercise, but he's not very good at it. Good effort for a first-timer, though.
The kintsugi man is skating around, leaving an oil slick behind him that rapidly evaporates into nothing. He's repeatedly loading and unloading a large, strangely shaped revolver as he moves. He always returns to a passive position, holstering his gun before and after each load, and he attempts to do it faster each time.
Atticus is sleeping in a large bucket he found.
Angel appears in a flourish of star dust, his deep blue cape billowing around him as he appears. His large white eyes open as he smiles brightly, "Good evening Felix."
Sam, after being somewhat beaten to a pulp in the fight ring for quick money, walks into the diner with a grin on his face.
Carrion appears and grins happily. "You are adorable."
Felix drops from the tree he was trying to do pull-ups on. "Hey, Angel. How are things going?"
The fry cook holsters his weapon for one final time, leaving the thing unloaded. "Howdy. You looking for something good?"
Atticus opens his eyes, then reaches out of the bucket, grabs Carrion's face, and pulls him in for a kiss.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The kintsugi man is skating around, leaving an oil slick behind him that rapidly evaporates into nothing. He's repeatedly loading and unloading a large, strangely shaped revolver as he moves. He always returns to a passive position, holstering his gun before and after each load, and he attempts to do it faster each time.
Atticus is sleeping in a large bucket he found.
Kazuya watches them, especially looking at the oil slick they leave behind that quickly evaporates. He decides to follow after them at a moderate pace, not chasing, but following.
They feel a presence of power similar to that of Helianth, though not hostile enough to want to attack them.
He skids to a halt and points his weapon at a tree's branches, firing while still moving. A squirrel falls from the tree, and the man goes to pick it up, checking its vitals. It doesn't seem to be harmed, but it is unconscious.
He wakes up with a jolt, looking around wildly with his one remaining eye. He flips the bucket and tries to cover himself with it.
He tilts his head, walking over and looming over their shoulder as he looks at the squirrel, speaking softly "You are quite the marksman."
Standing nearby, staring directly at them with burning eyes, is Tim. He walks over and grabs the bucket, bending the metal out of shape and throwing it away, "I'm not here to kill you." He clarifies, still looking angry,
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
Felix is trying to exercise, but he's not very good at it. Good effort for a first-timer, though.
The kintsugi man is skating around, leaving an oil slick behind him that rapidly evaporates into nothing. He's repeatedly loading and unloading a large, strangely shaped revolver as he moves. He always returns to a passive position, holstering his gun before and after each load, and he attempts to do it faster each time.
Atticus is sleeping in a large bucket he found.
Angel appears in a flourish of star dust, his deep blue cape billowing around him as he appears. His large white eyes open as he smiles brightly, "Good evening Felix."
Sam, after being somewhat beaten to a pulp in the fight ring for quick money, walks into the diner with a grin on his face.
Carrion appears and grins happily. "You are adorable."
Felix drops from the tree he was trying to do pull-ups on. "Hey, Angel. How are things going?"
The fry cook holsters his weapon for one final time, leaving the thing unloaded. "Howdy. You looking for something good?"
Atticus opens his eyes, then reaches out of the bucket, grabs Carrion's face, and pulls him in for a kiss.
"I am well, my friend! It is good to see you," he chirps and smiles.
"Yep! Famished I am, my lad." he grins brightly despite a busted lip.
Carrion bursts into bright and loving laughter, kissing him back "Beautiful.. You are so full of brightness!"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
He goes off to take a bath and clean himself up, coming back a few minutes later, smelling clean and fresh, "Shall we?"
He begins to read a book he's ready many times before to them, a story they love, happy to read it again.
A little around the edge of Aspen is a small and simple home, pleasant and happy with lots of yard room. She unlocks the door, going inside "Stop being a flirt..." She says, obviously fine with it, maybe even liking it.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
*gtg soon*
She stands up and takes his paw. "Indeed."
He closes his eyes, imagining the story
"This is quaint." He looks around, humming. "Am I too flirty? Sorry~"
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>Attemp <EXTENDED SIG>? Jester Day 5/1... We'll miss you
YES NO I'm on more than Gonzalo and Bananer, trust B)
My Threads: Anytown, USA and Sanctuary [Links]
S♡J
2-13-25
*Well you be back?*
He leads them through Winter, until he reaches his surprise. He built them a house, and not a small one either, which explains why he came back every day, exhausted and dirty.
He enjoys each moment he has with his son, happy to have this if nothing else.
She sighs "This is my home." She takes down all her posters in her room before he can see them.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
Sam is outside, sitting on the dock and watching the sun set. His body is covered in bruises and cuts, turning ugly red and purple from spots that were beaten. A scrap, one he luckily won it seems, but not without a few injuries. He sips a bottle of whiskey, wincing as his flesh stretches around his bruised knuckles.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Val, not knowing that Sam has met Zane, walks over to them with a worried look on her face. She comes with cleaning alcohol and a rag for the cuts, along with some ice for all the bruises, "Sam... what happened?"
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
"Hm? Oh, some weird-looking folks wanted to know if I would fight for money. I said sure after they offered me 500 gold, took a bit of haggling though." he shrugs and smiles.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
She begins to treat his injuries, looking over to them with that concern sustained, but not pushing any more "Good thing you won, I don't know what I would do..." She stops herself, "What did the hiring people look like?"
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
The kintsugi man is skating around, leaving an oil slick behind him that rapidly evaporates into nothing. He's repeatedly loading and unloading a large, strangely shaped revolver as he moves. He always returns to a passive position, holstering his gun before and after each load, and he attempts to do it faster each time.
Atticus is sleeping in a large bucket he found.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Scrappy [GP]'s, one of them had a scar over the bridge of his nose. Other one had a fake eye." he chuckles then winces
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Kazuya watches them, especially looking at the oil slick they leave behind that quickly evaporates. He decides to follow after them at a moderate pace, not chasing, but following.
They feel a presence of power similar to that of Helianth, though not hostile enough to want to attack them.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
Angel appears in a flourish of star dust, his deep blue cape billowing around him as he appears. His large white eyes open as he smiles brightly, "Good evening Felix."
Sam, after being somewhat beaten to a pulp in the fight ring for quick money, walks into the diner with a grin on his face.
Carrion appears and grins happily. "You are adorable."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
He skids to a halt and points his weapon at a tree's branches, firing while still moving. A squirrel falls from the tree, and the man goes to pick it up, checking its vitals. It doesn't seem to be harmed, but it is unconscious.
He wakes up with a jolt, looking around wildly with his one remaining eye. He flips the bucket and tries to cover himself with it.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Felix drops from the tree he was trying to do pull-ups on. "Hey, Angel. How are things going?"
The fry cook holsters his weapon for one final time, leaving the thing unloaded. "Howdy. You looking for something good?"
Atticus opens his eyes, then reaches out of the bucket, grabs Carrion's face, and pulls him in for a kiss.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
She memorizes those descriptions, nodding as she tries to focus on helping them "I'll remember that, did you fight a lot?"
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
He tilts his head, walking over and looming over their shoulder as he looks at the squirrel, speaking softly "You are quite the marksman."
Standing nearby, staring directly at them with burning eyes, is Tim. He walks over and grabs the bucket, bending the metal out of shape and throwing it away, "I'm not here to kill you." He clarifies, still looking angry,
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
"I am well, my friend! It is good to see you," he chirps and smiles.
"Yep! Famished I am, my lad." he grins brightly despite a busted lip.
Carrion bursts into bright and loving laughter, kissing him back "Beautiful.. You are so full of brightness!"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"A few rounds, nothing terrible honestly. They told that I could become a professional."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"They are probably right." Once shes done she sits down next to them, "You getting hurt worries me..." She wrings her hands.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
He raises a brow "Why? Everyone gets hurt?" he gives a lopsided smile.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
She shakes her head, "Cause you aren't like everyone else to me... I guess." She shrugs, looking at the waves, swinging her short legs.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)