I've been watching how your eyes move to the ground And I hear you change your story every time that I'm around You can tell me what you want, say what you will But I'm done with you, I'm done with what you say you think is real
I've been watching how your eyes move to the ground And I hear you change your story every time that I'm around You can tell me what you want, say what you will But I'm done with you, I'm done with what you say you think is real
I've been watching how your eyes move to the ground And I hear you change your story every time that I'm around You can tell me what you want, say what you will But I'm done with you, I'm done with what you say you think is real
*I tried this character out in the Soldier's Rally and I love them so much that I'm gonna try and bring them in on my favorite RP thread.*
The lights in the tavern flicker. It's a directional flicker as if the lights were windows and the tavern was going through a tunnel. When the lights come back on, there is a small, tin soldier in the middle of the room. A tiny toy mouse falls down the stairs. There seems to be a trail of small toys.
*I tried this character out in the Soldier's Rally and I love them so much that I'm gonna try and bring them in on my favorite RP thread.*
The lights in the tavern flicker. It's a directional flicker as if the lights were windows and the tavern was going through a tunnel. When the lights come back on, there is a small, tin soldier in the middle of the room. A tiny toy mouse falls down the stairs. There seems to be a trail of small toys.
Harbor looks over and stretches before standing up and examining what is happening further.
Silver is shooting at some hanging targets in a tree outside. While hanging upside down in a branch of an adjacent tree with his legs. While the targets are swinging from the force of the arrows. He hasn't missed a target yet, and has a few bulls-eyes.
Mirinn is sitting next to the fireplace, letting her coat dry next to it, which seems to have somehow gotten soaked.
-eh, insert whoever-
*Yes, I copy-pasted from yesterday.*
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Want a place to roleplay in your spare time? Here:Lord'sRestInn
Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
Silver is shooting at some hanging targets in a tree outside. While hanging upside down in a branch of an adjacent tree with his legs. While the targets are swinging from the force of the arrows. He hasn't missed a target yet, and has a few bulls-eyes.
Mirinn is sitting next to the fireplace, letting her coat dry next to it, which seems to have somehow gotten soaked.
-eh, insert whoever-
*Yes, I copy-pasted from yesterday.*
Brand is inside, lounging on the couch, and for the first time, wearing normal clothes. A long sleeved grey shirt that form fits around his chest, black slacks, black leather boots, and no mask for once.
Harbor is curled up in front of the fireplace enjoying the warmth. He looks like a overgrown house cat.
Silver is shooting at some hanging targets in a tree outside. While hanging upside down in a branch of an adjacent tree with his legs. While the targets are swinging from the force of the arrows. He hasn't missed a target yet, and has a few bulls-eyes.
Mirinn is sitting next to the fireplace, letting her coat dry next to it, which seems to have somehow gotten soaked.
-eh, insert whoever-
*Yes, I copy-pasted from yesterday.*
Brand is inside, lounging on the couch, and for the first time, wearing normal clothes. A long sleeved grey shirt that form fits around his chest, black slacks, black leather boots, and no mask for once.
Harbor is curled up in front of the fireplace enjoying the warmth. He looks like a overgrown house cat.
After a while, when he runs out of arrows, Silver hops down to the ground and heads inside. *Lol, I just remembered one of your characters.*
Mirinn looks over to Harbor and slowly reaches a hand over, tapping his shoulder softly.
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Want a place to roleplay in your spare time? Here:Lord'sRestInn
Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
*I tried this character out in the Soldier's Rally and I love them so much that I'm gonna try and bring them in on my favorite RP thread.*
The lights in the tavern flicker. It's a directional flicker as if the lights were windows and the tavern was going through a tunnel. When the lights come back on, there is a small, tin soldier in the middle of the room. A tiny toy mouse falls down the stairs. There seems to be a trail of small toys.
Harbor looks over and stretches before standing up and examining what is happening further.
The trail leads to a door upstairs, which opens to a dimly lit room.
Silver is shooting at some hanging targets in a tree outside. While hanging upside down in a branch of an adjacent tree with his legs. While the targets are swinging from the force of the arrows. He hasn't missed a target yet, and has a few bulls-eyes.
Mirinn is sitting next to the fireplace, letting her coat dry next to it, which seems to have somehow gotten soaked.
-eh, insert whoever-
*Yes, I copy-pasted from yesterday.*
Brand is inside, lounging on the couch, and for the first time, wearing normal clothes. A long sleeved grey shirt that form fits around his chest, black slacks, black leather boots, and no mask for once.
Harbor is curled up in front of the fireplace enjoying the warmth. He looks like a overgrown house cat.
After a while, when he runs out of arrows, Silver hops down to the ground and heads inside. *Lol, I just remembered one of your characters.*
Mirinn looks over to Harbor and slowly reaches a hand over, tapping his shoulder softly.
*XD*
Brand waves and rolls off the sofa, quickly standing up.
Harbor yelps and jumps up, looking rather poofy now.
*I tried this character out in the Soldier's Rally and I love them so much that I'm gonna try and bring them in on my favorite RP thread.*
The lights in the tavern flicker. It's a directional flicker as if the lights were windows and the tavern was going through a tunnel. When the lights come back on, there is a small, tin soldier in the middle of the room. A tiny toy mouse falls down the stairs. There seems to be a trail of small toys.
Harbor looks over and stretches before standing up and examining what is happening further.
The trail leads to a door upstairs, which opens to a dimly lit room.
Silver is shooting at some hanging targets in a tree outside. While hanging upside down in a branch of an adjacent tree with his legs. While the targets are swinging from the force of the arrows. He hasn't missed a target yet, and has a few bulls-eyes.
Mirinn is sitting next to the fireplace, letting her coat dry next to it, which seems to have somehow gotten soaked.
-eh, insert whoever-
*Yes, I copy-pasted from yesterday.*
Brand is inside, lounging on the couch, and for the first time, wearing normal clothes. A long sleeved grey shirt that form fits around his chest, black slacks, black leather boots, and no mask for once.
Harbor is curled up in front of the fireplace enjoying the warmth. He looks like a overgrown house cat.
After a while, when he runs out of arrows, Silver hops down to the ground and heads inside. *Lol, I just remembered one of your characters.*
Mirinn looks over to Harbor and slowly reaches a hand over, tapping his shoulder softly.
*XD*
Brand waves and rolls off the sofa, quickly standing up.
Harbor yelps and jumps up, looking rather poofy now.
*Le Sable.*
Silver chuckles, hearing Brand fall off. Silver walks over, poking Brand on the arm. "You didn't break anything, did you?"
"Pardon, mon ami." She holds her hands up defensively. "I wanted to ask something of you really quick."
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Want a place to roleplay in your spare time? Here:Lord'sRestInn
Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
*I tried this character out in the Soldier's Rally and I love them so much that I'm gonna try and bring them in on my favorite RP thread.*
The lights in the tavern flicker. It's a directional flicker as if the lights were windows and the tavern was going through a tunnel. When the lights come back on, there is a small, tin soldier in the middle of the room. A tiny toy mouse falls down the stairs. There seems to be a trail of small toys.
Harbor looks over and stretches before standing up and examining what is happening further.
The trail leads to a door upstairs, which opens to a dimly lit room.
Harbor tilts his head and walks upstairs.
If he enters the room, he sees this:
Before him, in the room dimly lit by the candles on the walls, is a massive table piled high with delicious-looking food. At the far end of the table, shrouded in darkness, is a strange, oversized figure. It lowers a claw down to the floor and places a small toy tabaxi. It winds the toy, causing it to walk towards Harbor.
"Don't be afraid, little one." The figure's voice sounds like many voices at once, both male and female.
Silver is shooting at some hanging targets in a tree outside. While hanging upside down in a branch of an adjacent tree with his legs. While the targets are swinging from the force of the arrows. He hasn't missed a target yet, and has a few bulls-eyes.
Mirinn is sitting next to the fireplace, letting her coat dry next to it, which seems to have somehow gotten soaked.
-eh, insert whoever-
*Yes, I copy-pasted from yesterday.*
Brand is inside, lounging on the couch, and for the first time, wearing normal clothes. A long sleeved grey shirt that form fits around his chest, black slacks, black leather boots, and no mask for once.
Harbor is curled up in front of the fireplace enjoying the warmth. He looks like a overgrown house cat.
After a while, when he runs out of arrows, Silver hops down to the ground and heads inside. *Lol, I just remembered one of your characters.*
Mirinn looks over to Harbor and slowly reaches a hand over, tapping his shoulder softly.
*XD*
Brand waves and rolls off the sofa, quickly standing up.
Harbor yelps and jumps up, looking rather poofy now.
*Le Sable.*
Silver chuckles, hearing Brand fall off. Silver walks over, poking Brand on the arm. "You didn't break anything, did you?"
"Pardon, mon ami." She holds her hands up defensively. "I wanted to ask something of you really quick."
*Not gonna lie, he died a horrible campaign death. Done been slain by a Paladin who saw him as a heretic*
"nope all good!!" He said and grinned a bit "how are you?"
"sure just don't scare me like that, now I'm all poofy." He said and shook out his fur.
*I tried this character out in the Soldier's Rally and I love them so much that I'm gonna try and bring them in on my favorite RP thread.*
The lights in the tavern flicker. It's a directional flicker as if the lights were windows and the tavern was going through a tunnel. When the lights come back on, there is a small, tin soldier in the middle of the room. A tiny toy mouse falls down the stairs. There seems to be a trail of small toys.
Harbor looks over and stretches before standing up and examining what is happening further.
The trail leads to a door upstairs, which opens to a dimly lit room.
Harbor tilts his head and walks upstairs.
If he enters the room, he sees this:
Before him, in the room dimly lit by the candles on the walls, is a massive table piled high with delicious-looking food. At the far end of the table, shrouded in darkness, is a strange, oversized figure. It lowers a claw down to the floor and places a small toy tabaxi. It winds the toy, causing it to walk towards Harbor.
"Don't be afraid, little one." The figure's voice sounds like many voices at once, both male and female.
"Oh no sir or madam, I am afraid but I don't let it control me" he said and watched the toy.
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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
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Nova nods. "Of course."
Frequent Eladrin || They/Them, but accept all pronouns
Luz Noceda would like to remind you that you're worth loving!
"Still the camera. But i've had to repair it a couple times, get new film or storage for it. Hard to do depending on where i end up."
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
*Welp, i'm heading off for the night. Goodnight Ghost, Goodnight Yamana!*
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
*Night Alaric! Hope your rest doesn't make your arm sore.*
Frequent Eladrin || They/Them, but accept all pronouns
Luz Noceda would like to remind you that you're worth loving!
(Evening)
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
I've been watching how your eyes move to the ground
And I hear you change your story every time that I'm around
You can tell me what you want, say what you will
But I'm done with you, I'm done with what you say you think is real
(Anyone on?)
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
I've been watching how your eyes move to the ground
And I hear you change your story every time that I'm around
You can tell me what you want, say what you will
But I'm done with you, I'm done with what you say you think is real
*Hullo!!! I am'th on'th*
Brand is sitting inside, lounging on a couch while watching people.
Harbor is curled up in front of the fireplace contently. He looks like an overgrown house cat.
<Open Slot>
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
(Morning)
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
I've been watching how your eyes move to the ground
And I hear you change your story every time that I'm around
You can tell me what you want, say what you will
But I'm done with you, I'm done with what you say you think is real
*I tried this character out in the Soldier's Rally and I love them so much that I'm gonna try and bring them in on my favorite RP thread.*
The lights in the tavern flicker. It's a directional flicker as if the lights were windows and the tavern was going through a tunnel. When the lights come back on, there is a small, tin soldier in the middle of the room. A tiny toy mouse falls down the stairs. There seems to be a trail of small toys.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Harbor looks over and stretches before standing up and examining what is happening further.
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
Silver is shooting at some hanging targets in a tree outside. While hanging upside down in a branch of an adjacent tree with his legs. While the targets are swinging from the force of the arrows. He hasn't missed a target yet, and has a few bulls-eyes.
Mirinn is sitting next to the fireplace, letting her coat dry next to it, which seems to have somehow gotten soaked.
-eh, insert whoever-
*Yes, I copy-pasted from yesterday.*
Want a place to roleplay in your spare time? Here: Lord's Rest Inn
Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
Brand is inside, lounging on the couch, and for the first time, wearing normal clothes. A long sleeved grey shirt that form fits around his chest, black slacks, black leather boots, and no mask for once.
Harbor is curled up in front of the fireplace enjoying the warmth. He looks like a overgrown house cat.
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
After a while, when he runs out of arrows, Silver hops down to the ground and heads inside. *Lol, I just remembered one of your characters.*
Mirinn looks over to Harbor and slowly reaches a hand over, tapping his shoulder softly.
Want a place to roleplay in your spare time? Here: Lord's Rest Inn
Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
The trail leads to a door upstairs, which opens to a dimly lit room.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*XD*
Brand waves and rolls off the sofa, quickly standing up.
Harbor yelps and jumps up, looking rather poofy now.
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
Harbor tilts his head and walks upstairs.
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
*Le Sable.*
Silver chuckles, hearing Brand fall off. Silver walks over, poking Brand on the arm. "You didn't break anything, did you?"
"Pardon, mon ami." She holds her hands up defensively. "I wanted to ask something of you really quick."
Want a place to roleplay in your spare time? Here: Lord's Rest Inn
Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
If he enters the room, he sees this:
Before him, in the room dimly lit by the candles on the walls, is a massive table piled high with delicious-looking food. At the far end of the table, shrouded in darkness, is a strange, oversized figure. It lowers a claw down to the floor and places a small toy tabaxi. It winds the toy, causing it to walk towards Harbor.
"Don't be afraid, little one." The figure's voice sounds like many voices at once, both male and female.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Not gonna lie, he died a horrible campaign death. Done been slain by a Paladin who saw him as a heretic*
"nope all good!!" He said and grinned a bit "how are you?"
"sure just don't scare me like that, now I'm all poofy." He said and shook out his fur.
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
"Oh no sir or madam, I am afraid but I don't let it control me" he said and watched the toy.
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