The Brand was inside. He was sitting at a table in the back, having a bit of breakfast before planning to start work for the day.
He was dressed in a long-sleeved black shirt, blue jeans, and simple boots. He didn’t wear a mask today because today was his off day, thank goodness. He had sharp features over his face, his skin was slightly tanned from working outdoors. His brown eyes were flecked with deep crimson. His hair was an auburn color, the color of amber. He had deep scars over his nose and face.
He leaned back in his chair, a lit cigarette hanging out of his lips as he took a drag from it and blew smoke into the air.
―――――――――
Jack was outside. He was working on harvesting the scales from the dragon hides he had fought to obtain. Their scales were in perfect condition except for a few where Phoenix had shot.
Beside him, on a rather large stump, was a crate. In the crate was a ton of Alchemist supplies. It contained a few glass flasks of powdered and liquid substances, a chunk of uncut metal, a few empty glass vials, a leather wrap that contained simple tools for extractions and such, a small pouch of spherical glass stones in different colors, and a journal of herbs in the forest.
Jack wore a black tank-top, simple brown breeches, thick leather boots, and gloves over his hands. His skin was already stained with lime green blood from the dragon attack yesterday, but Jack was surprised, while tanning the hide, that more veins hide underneath of the layers of skin and scales.
――――――――
Lore was outside. She was back in the cavern she had explored yesterday. The growling of whatever beast she had encountered yesterday was still down here as well and not very pleased with her returning to its den.
She carried her staff in one hand while her other produced a white flame that allowed her to see the depths beyond. Shadows casts eerie figures on the wall, making her constantly look behind her just in case.
The bounty for timber and Avery has been redacted, and timber is relaxing in the common room
The Brand was inside. He was sitting at a table in the back, having a bit of breakfast before planning to start work for the day.
He was dressed in a long-sleeved black shirt, blue jeans, and simple boots. He didn’t wear a mask today because today was his off day, thank goodness. He had sharp features over his face, his skin was slightly tanned from working outdoors. His brown eyes were flecked with deep crimson. His hair was an auburn color, the color of amber. He had deep scars over his nose and face.
He leaned back in his chair, a lit cigarette hanging out of his lips as he took a drag from it and blew smoke into the air.
―――――――――
Jack was outside. He was working on harvesting the scales from the dragon hides he had fought to obtain. Their scales were in perfect condition except for a few where Phoenix had shot.
Beside him, on a rather large stump, was a crate. In the crate was a ton of Alchemist supplies. It contained a few glass flasks of powdered and liquid substances, a chunk of uncut metal, a few empty glass vials, a leather wrap that contained simple tools for extractions and such, a small pouch of spherical glass stones in different colors, and a journal of herbs in the forest.
Jack wore a black tank-top, simple brown breeches, thick leather boots, and gloves over his hands. His skin was already stained with lime green blood from the dragon attack yesterday, but Jack was surprised, while tanning the hide, that more veins hide underneath of the layers of skin and scales.
――――――――
Lore was outside. She was back in the cavern she had explored yesterday. The growling of whatever beast she had encountered yesterday was still down here as well and not very pleased with her returning to its den.
She carried her staff in one hand while her other produced a white flame that allowed her to see the depths beyond. Shadows casts eerie figures on the wall, making her constantly look behind her just in case.
The bounty for timber and Avery has been redacted, and timber is relaxing in the common room
brand is totally not using Arcane Eye to spy on Timber
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
The Brand was inside. He was sitting at a table in the back, having a bit of breakfast before planning to start work for the day.
He was dressed in a long-sleeved black shirt, blue jeans, and simple boots. He didn’t wear a mask today because today was his off day, thank goodness. He had sharp features over his face, his skin was slightly tanned from working outdoors. His brown eyes were flecked with deep crimson. His hair was an auburn color, the color of amber. He had deep scars over his nose and face.
He leaned back in his chair, a lit cigarette hanging out of his lips as he took a drag from it and blew smoke into the air.
―――――――――
Jack was outside. He was working on harvesting the scales from the dragon hides he had fought to obtain. Their scales were in perfect condition except for a few where Phoenix had shot.
Beside him, on a rather large stump, was a crate. In the crate was a ton of Alchemist supplies. It contained a few glass flasks of powdered and liquid substances, a chunk of uncut metal, a few empty glass vials, a leather wrap that contained simple tools for extractions and such, a small pouch of spherical glass stones in different colors, and a journal of herbs in the forest.
Jack wore a black tank-top, simple brown breeches, thick leather boots, and gloves over his hands. His skin was already stained with lime green blood from the dragon attack yesterday, but Jack was surprised, while tanning the hide, that more veins hide underneath of the layers of skin and scales.
――――――――
Lore was outside. She was back in the cavern she had explored yesterday. The growling of whatever beast she had encountered yesterday was still down here as well and not very pleased with her returning to its den.
She carried her staff in one hand while her other produced a white flame that allowed her to see the depths beyond. Shadows casts eerie figures on the wall, making her constantly look behind her just in case.
The bounty for timber and Avery has been redacted, and timber is relaxing in the common room
brand is totally not using Arcane Eye to spy on Timber
The Brand was inside. He was sitting at a table in the back, having a bit of breakfast before planning to start work for the day.
He was dressed in a long-sleeved black shirt, blue jeans, and simple boots. He didn’t wear a mask today because today was his off day, thank goodness. He had sharp features over his face, his skin was slightly tanned from working outdoors. His brown eyes were flecked with deep crimson. His hair was an auburn color, the color of amber. He had deep scars over his nose and face.
He leaned back in his chair, a lit cigarette hanging out of his lips as he took a drag from it and blew smoke into the air.
―――――――――
Jack was outside. He was working on harvesting the scales from the dragon hides he had fought to obtain. Their scales were in perfect condition except for a few where Phoenix had shot.
Beside him, on a rather large stump, was a crate. In the crate was a ton of Alchemist supplies. It contained a few glass flasks of powdered and liquid substances, a chunk of uncut metal, a few empty glass vials, a leather wrap that contained simple tools for extractions and such, a small pouch of spherical glass stones in different colors, and a journal of herbs in the forest.
Jack wore a black tank-top, simple brown breeches, thick leather boots, and gloves over his hands. His skin was already stained with lime green blood from the dragon attack yesterday, but Jack was surprised, while tanning the hide, that more veins hide underneath of the layers of skin and scales.
――――――――
Lore was outside. She was back in the cavern she had explored yesterday. The growling of whatever beast she had encountered yesterday was still down here as well and not very pleased with her returning to its den.
She carried her staff in one hand while her other produced a white flame that allowed her to see the depths beyond. Shadows casts eerie figures on the wall, making her constantly look behind her just in case.
The bounty for timber and Avery has been redacted, and timber is relaxing in the common room
brand is totally not using Arcane Eye to spy on Timber
She waves at the arcane eye
*Arcane eye is invisible*
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
The Brand was inside. He was sitting at a table in the back, having a bit of breakfast before planning to start work for the day.
He was dressed in a long-sleeved black shirt, blue jeans, and simple boots. He didn’t wear a mask today because today was his off day, thank goodness. He had sharp features over his face, his skin was slightly tanned from working outdoors. His brown eyes were flecked with deep crimson. His hair was an auburn color, the color of amber. He had deep scars over his nose and face.
He leaned back in his chair, a lit cigarette hanging out of his lips as he took a drag from it and blew smoke into the air.
―――――――――
Jack was outside. He was working on harvesting the scales from the dragon hides he had fought to obtain. Their scales were in perfect condition except for a few where Phoenix had shot.
Beside him, on a rather large stump, was a crate. In the crate was a ton of Alchemist supplies. It contained a few glass flasks of powdered and liquid substances, a chunk of uncut metal, a few empty glass vials, a leather wrap that contained simple tools for extractions and such, a small pouch of spherical glass stones in different colors, and a journal of herbs in the forest.
Jack wore a black tank-top, simple brown breeches, thick leather boots, and gloves over his hands. His skin was already stained with lime green blood from the dragon attack yesterday, but Jack was surprised, while tanning the hide, that more veins hide underneath of the layers of skin and scales.
――――――――
Lore was outside. She was back in the cavern she had explored yesterday. The growling of whatever beast she had encountered yesterday was still down here as well and not very pleased with her returning to its den.
She carried her staff in one hand while her other produced a white flame that allowed her to see the depths beyond. Shadows casts eerie figures on the wall, making her constantly look behind her just in case.
The bounty for timber and Avery has been redacted, and timber is relaxing in the common room
brand is totally not using Arcane Eye to spy on Timber
The Brand was inside. He was sitting at a table in the back, having a bit of breakfast before planning to start work for the day.
He was dressed in a long-sleeved black shirt, blue jeans, and simple boots. He didn’t wear a mask today because today was his off day, thank goodness. He had sharp features over his face, his skin was slightly tanned from working outdoors. His brown eyes were flecked with deep crimson. His hair was an auburn color, the color of amber. He had deep scars over his nose and face.
He leaned back in his chair, a lit cigarette hanging out of his lips as he took a drag from it and blew smoke into the air.
―――――――――
Jack was outside. He was working on harvesting the scales from the dragon hides he had fought to obtain. Their scales were in perfect condition except for a few where Phoenix had shot.
Beside him, on a rather large stump, was a crate. In the crate was a ton of Alchemist supplies. It contained a few glass flasks of powdered and liquid substances, a chunk of uncut metal, a few empty glass vials, a leather wrap that contained simple tools for extractions and such, a small pouch of spherical glass stones in different colors, and a journal of herbs in the forest.
Jack wore a black tank-top, simple brown breeches, thick leather boots, and gloves over his hands. His skin was already stained with lime green blood from the dragon attack yesterday, but Jack was surprised, while tanning the hide, that more veins hide underneath of the layers of skin and scales.
――――――――
Lore was outside. She was back in the cavern she had explored yesterday. The growling of whatever beast she had encountered yesterday was still down here as well and not very pleased with her returning to its den.
She carried her staff in one hand while her other produced a white flame that allowed her to see the depths beyond. Shadows casts eerie figures on the wall, making her constantly look behind her just in case.
The bounty for timber and Avery has been redacted, and timber is relaxing in the common room
brand is totally not using Arcane Eye to spy on Timber
She waves at the arcane eye
*Arcane eye is invisible*
*:(* Timber is completely unconcerned
*Its stationary so it can't follow Timber if they move
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
The Brand was inside. He was sitting at a table in the back, having a bit of breakfast before planning to start work for the day.
He was dressed in a long-sleeved black shirt, blue jeans, and simple boots. He didn’t wear a mask today because today was his off day, thank goodness. He had sharp features over his face, his skin was slightly tanned from working outdoors. His brown eyes were flecked with deep crimson. His hair was an auburn color, the color of amber. He had deep scars over his nose and face.
He leaned back in his chair, a lit cigarette hanging out of his lips as he took a drag from it and blew smoke into the air.
―――――――――
Jack was outside. He was working on harvesting the scales from the dragon hides he had fought to obtain. Their scales were in perfect condition except for a few where Phoenix had shot.
Beside him, on a rather large stump, was a crate. In the crate was a ton of Alchemist supplies. It contained a few glass flasks of powdered and liquid substances, a chunk of uncut metal, a few empty glass vials, a leather wrap that contained simple tools for extractions and such, a small pouch of spherical glass stones in different colors, and a journal of herbs in the forest.
Jack wore a black tank-top, simple brown breeches, thick leather boots, and gloves over his hands. His skin was already stained with lime green blood from the dragon attack yesterday, but Jack was surprised, while tanning the hide, that more veins hide underneath of the layers of skin and scales.
――――――――
Lore was outside. She was back in the cavern she had explored yesterday. The growling of whatever beast she had encountered yesterday was still down here as well and not very pleased with her returning to its den.
She carried her staff in one hand while her other produced a white flame that allowed her to see the depths beyond. Shadows casts eerie figures on the wall, making her constantly look behind her just in case.
The bounty for timber and Avery has been redacted, and timber is relaxing in the common room
brand is totally not using Arcane Eye to spy on Timber
She waves at the arcane eye
*Arcane eye is invisible*
*:(* Timber is completely unconcerned
*Its stationary so it can't follow Timber if they move
The Brand was inside. He was sitting at a table in the back, having a bit of breakfast before planning to start work for the day.
He was dressed in a long-sleeved black shirt, blue jeans, and simple boots. He didn’t wear a mask today because today was his off day, thank goodness. He had sharp features over his face, his skin was slightly tanned from working outdoors. His brown eyes were flecked with deep crimson. His hair was an auburn color, the color of amber. He had deep scars over his nose and face.
He leaned back in his chair, a lit cigarette hanging out of his lips as he took a drag from it and blew smoke into the air.
―――――――――
Jack was outside. He was working on harvesting the scales from the dragon hides he had fought to obtain. Their scales were in perfect condition except for a few where Phoenix had shot.
Beside him, on a rather large stump, was a crate. In the crate was a ton of Alchemist supplies. It contained a few glass flasks of powdered and liquid substances, a chunk of uncut metal, a few empty glass vials, a leather wrap that contained simple tools for extractions and such, a small pouch of spherical glass stones in different colors, and a journal of herbs in the forest.
Jack wore a black tank-top, simple brown breeches, thick leather boots, and gloves over his hands. His skin was already stained with lime green blood from the dragon attack yesterday, but Jack was surprised, while tanning the hide, that more veins hide underneath of the layers of skin and scales.
――――――――
Lore was outside. She was back in the cavern she had explored yesterday. The growling of whatever beast she had encountered yesterday was still down here as well and not very pleased with her returning to its den.
She carried her staff in one hand while her other produced a white flame that allowed her to see the depths beyond. Shadows casts eerie figures on the wall, making her constantly look behind her just in case.
The bounty for timber and Avery has been redacted, and timber is relaxing in the common room
brand is totally not using Arcane Eye to spy on Timber
She waves at the arcane eye
*Arcane eye is invisible*
*:(* Timber is completely unconcerned
*Its stationary so it can't follow Timber if they move
Timber is really unconcerned
*lol*
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
The Brand was inside. He was sitting at a table in the back, having a bit of breakfast before planning to start work for the day.
He was dressed in a long-sleeved black shirt, blue jeans, and simple boots. He didn’t wear a mask today because today was his off day, thank goodness. He had sharp features over his face, his skin was slightly tanned from working outdoors. His brown eyes were flecked with deep crimson. His hair was an auburn color, the color of amber. He had deep scars over his nose and face.
He leaned back in his chair, a lit cigarette hanging out of his lips as he took a drag from it and blew smoke into the air.
―――――――――
Jack was outside. He was working on harvesting the scales from the dragon hides he had fought to obtain. Their scales were in perfect condition except for a few where Phoenix had shot.
Beside him, on a rather large stump, was a crate. In the crate was a ton of Alchemist supplies. It contained a few glass flasks of powdered and liquid substances, a chunk of uncut metal, a few empty glass vials, a leather wrap that contained simple tools for extractions and such, a small pouch of spherical glass stones in different colors, and a journal of herbs in the forest.
Jack wore a black tank-top, simple brown breeches, thick leather boots, and gloves over his hands. His skin was already stained with lime green blood from the dragon attack yesterday, but Jack was surprised, while tanning the hide, that more veins hide underneath of the layers of skin and scales.
――――――――
Lore was outside. She was back in the cavern she had explored yesterday. The growling of whatever beast she had encountered yesterday was still down here as well and not very pleased with her returning to its den.
She carried her staff in one hand while her other produced a white flame that allowed her to see the depths beyond. Shadows casts eerie figures on the wall, making her constantly look behind her just in case.
The bounty for timber and Avery has been redacted, and timber is relaxing in the common room
brand is totally not using Arcane Eye to spy on Timber
She waves at the arcane eye
*Arcane eye is invisible*
*:(* Timber is completely unconcerned
*Its stationary so it can't follow Timber if they move
Timber is really unconcerned
*lol*
The bounty has been redacted, so what does she need to be concerned about?
The Brand was inside. He was sitting at a table in the back, having a bit of breakfast before planning to start work for the day.
He was dressed in a long-sleeved black shirt, blue jeans, and simple boots. He didn’t wear a mask today because today was his off day, thank goodness. He had sharp features over his face, his skin was slightly tanned from working outdoors. His brown eyes were flecked with deep crimson. His hair was an auburn color, the color of amber. He had deep scars over his nose and face.
He leaned back in his chair, a lit cigarette hanging out of his lips as he took a drag from it and blew smoke into the air.
―――――――――
Jack was outside. He was working on harvesting the scales from the dragon hides he had fought to obtain. Their scales were in perfect condition except for a few where Phoenix had shot.
Beside him, on a rather large stump, was a crate. In the crate was a ton of Alchemist supplies. It contained a few glass flasks of powdered and liquid substances, a chunk of uncut metal, a few empty glass vials, a leather wrap that contained simple tools for extractions and such, a small pouch of spherical glass stones in different colors, and a journal of herbs in the forest.
Jack wore a black tank-top, simple brown breeches, thick leather boots, and gloves over his hands. His skin was already stained with lime green blood from the dragon attack yesterday, but Jack was surprised, while tanning the hide, that more veins hide underneath of the layers of skin and scales.
――――――――
Lore was outside. She was back in the cavern she had explored yesterday. The growling of whatever beast she had encountered yesterday was still down here as well and not very pleased with her returning to its den.
She carried her staff in one hand while her other produced a white flame that allowed her to see the depths beyond. Shadows casts eerie figures on the wall, making her constantly look behind her just in case.
The bounty for timber and Avery has been redacted, and timber is relaxing in the common room
brand is totally not using Arcane Eye to spy on Timber
She waves at the arcane eye
*Arcane eye is invisible*
*:(* Timber is completely unconcerned
*Its stationary so it can't follow Timber if they move
Timber is really unconcerned
*lol*
The bounty has been redacted, so what does she need to be concerned about?
Keep an eye on them just in case the bounty comes back
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
The Brand was inside. He was sitting at a table in the back, having a bit of breakfast before planning to start work for the day.
He was dressed in a long-sleeved black shirt, blue jeans, and simple boots. He didn’t wear a mask today because today was his off day, thank goodness. He had sharp features over his face, his skin was slightly tanned from working outdoors. His brown eyes were flecked with deep crimson. His hair was an auburn color, the color of amber. He had deep scars over his nose and face.
He leaned back in his chair, a lit cigarette hanging out of his lips as he took a drag from it and blew smoke into the air.
―――――――――
Jack was outside. He was working on harvesting the scales from the dragon hides he had fought to obtain. Their scales were in perfect condition except for a few where Phoenix had shot.
Beside him, on a rather large stump, was a crate. In the crate was a ton of Alchemist supplies. It contained a few glass flasks of powdered and liquid substances, a chunk of uncut metal, a few empty glass vials, a leather wrap that contained simple tools for extractions and such, a small pouch of spherical glass stones in different colors, and a journal of herbs in the forest.
Jack wore a black tank-top, simple brown breeches, thick leather boots, and gloves over his hands. His skin was already stained with lime green blood from the dragon attack yesterday, but Jack was surprised, while tanning the hide, that more veins hide underneath of the layers of skin and scales.
――――――――
Lore was outside. She was back in the cavern she had explored yesterday. The growling of whatever beast she had encountered yesterday was still down here as well and not very pleased with her returning to its den.
She carried her staff in one hand while her other produced a white flame that allowed her to see the depths beyond. Shadows casts eerie figures on the wall, making her constantly look behind her just in case.
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
The Brand was inside. He was sitting at a table in the back, having a bit of breakfast before planning to start work for the day.
He was dressed in a long-sleeved black shirt, blue jeans, and simple boots. He didn’t wear a mask today because today was his off day, thank goodness. He had sharp features over his face, his skin was slightly tanned from working outdoors. His brown eyes were flecked with deep crimson. His hair was an auburn color, the color of amber. He had deep scars over his nose and face.
He leaned back in his chair, a lit cigarette hanging out of his lips as he took a drag from it and blew smoke into the air.
―――――――――
Jack was outside. He was working on harvesting the scales from the dragon hides he had fought to obtain. Their scales were in perfect condition except for a few where Phoenix had shot.
Beside him, on a rather large stump, was a crate. In the crate was a ton of Alchemist supplies. It contained a few glass flasks of powdered and liquid substances, a chunk of uncut metal, a few empty glass vials, a leather wrap that contained simple tools for extractions and such, a small pouch of spherical glass stones in different colors, and a journal of herbs in the forest.
Jack wore a black tank-top, simple brown breeches, thick leather boots, and gloves over his hands. His skin was already stained with lime green blood from the dragon attack yesterday, but Jack was surprised, while tanning the hide, that more veins hide underneath of the layers of skin and scales.
――――――――
Lore was outside. She was back in the cavern she had explored yesterday. The growling of whatever beast she had encountered yesterday was still down here as well and not very pleased with her returning to its den.
She carried her staff in one hand while her other produced a white flame that allowed her to see the depths beyond. Shadows casts eerie figures on the wall, making her constantly look behind her just in case.
The bounty for timber and Avery has been redacted, and timber is relaxing in the common room
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
brand is totally not using Arcane Eye to spy on Timber
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
She waves at the arcane eye
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
*Arcane eye is invisible*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*:(* Timber is completely unconcerned
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
*Its stationary so it can't follow Timber if they move
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Timber is really unconcerned
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
*lol*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
The bounty has been redacted, so what does she need to be concerned about?
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
Keep an eye on them just in case the bounty comes back
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Eventually, timber goes over and sits at the bar next to brand, ordering some breakfast
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
*Morning*
Theren is half-asleep in a chair.
Phoenix is outside cleaning his knife.
Alric is grumping.
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Galax is sitting in therens lap
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
Theren blinks groggily and tries to focus on Galax. "Huh?"
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"Hey theren, how are you?"
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
The Brand was inside. He was sitting at a table in the back, having a bit of breakfast before planning to start work for the day.
He was dressed in a long-sleeved black shirt, blue jeans, and simple boots. He didn’t wear a mask today because today was his off day, thank goodness. He had sharp features over his face, his skin was slightly tanned from working outdoors. His brown eyes were flecked with deep crimson. His hair was an auburn color, the color of amber. He had deep scars over his nose and face.
He leaned back in his chair, a lit cigarette hanging out of his lips as he took a drag from it and blew smoke into the air.
―――――――――
Jack was outside. He was working on harvesting the scales from the dragon hides he had fought to obtain. Their scales were in perfect condition except for a few where Phoenix had shot.
Beside him, on a rather large stump, was a crate. In the crate was a ton of Alchemist supplies. It contained a few glass flasks of powdered and liquid substances, a chunk of uncut metal, a few empty glass vials, a leather wrap that contained simple tools for extractions and such, a small pouch of spherical glass stones in different colors, and a journal of herbs in the forest.
Jack wore a black tank-top, simple brown breeches, thick leather boots, and gloves over his hands. His skin was already stained with lime green blood from the dragon attack yesterday, but Jack was surprised, while tanning the hide, that more veins hide underneath of the layers of skin and scales.
――――――――
Lore was outside. She was back in the cavern she had explored yesterday. The growling of whatever beast she had encountered yesterday was still down here as well and not very pleased with her returning to its den.
She carried her staff in one hand while her other produced a white flame that allowed her to see the depths beyond. Shadows casts eerie figures on the wall, making her constantly look behind her just in case.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Tired...." he grumbles. "Why are you on my lap?"
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Phoenix plops down beside him. "Hello."
Theren pops into existence near her. "Mornin."
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"Because you a e sitting in my chair?"
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
"I was here first though." he mumbles.
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