Lord's Rest Inn

Apollon is walking through the streets, blood stains the spear on his back and his clothes as he stands straight, making direct eye contact with people who look at him judging the blood.

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 *hah, you're blind! I responded already but I'll repost*

"mmmm, what about cute? would you accept that?"

 *I am indeed blind, my apologies.*

 “I’m not some puppy. Although of course I’m cute, just look at me.”

 "well, I wouldn't be too sure about that.. you seem like a puppy.. but,  trust me, I have plenty of experience with them. Yeah, yeah, look at the adorable tiefling"

 For a moment he stops, almost doing something very puppy like before remembering his dignity "I am not a puppy. I am 25 years old you know."

 "Mmmm, would you like to guess how old I am?~"

She giggles softly, her voice as quiet as ever

 He chuckles “Well in all the years I’ve spent on this world I know not to ask a woman her age.” He winks at her.

 "Well, I guess you aren't a puppy, you know your manners for sure.. Well, that's lovely. Now, if you'll excuse me, I've yet to unpack or settle in."

 “Take all the time you need. I don’t plan on leaving this town any time soon.”

 "no, I can already smell your obsession." She says with a snicker as she stands up and makes her way to her room, padding silently, still, an incredulous feat for her weight and size, and it almost seems like she is teasing Damian with a little bit of a hip wiggle.

 In the last moments Damian thinks to himself “I am SO in. I did it.” He smirks to himself.

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 In the last moments Damian thinks to himself “I am SO in. I did it.” He smirks to himself.

 Maybe an hour passes, maybe less.. Saphuno returns to the main part of the tavern with some cooking supplies (ingredients, pots, pans, knives, etc.) Another noticible thing is she has changed clothes into more of an outfit you'd wear around the house.

 *Oh we are continuing this, cool.*

Damian almost spits out his alcohol when he sees her. He then returns his composure, standing up and going to his room, he comes back a few minutes later in his adventuring outfit, a wide brimmed red hat that covered his face, only leaving his grey eyes, with a matching red coat, a little bit open and revealing his muscular chest. He sits at a table and begins to play the lute casually, making a romantic tune.

A man wearing a black cloak walks into the tavern. On his back is a spear, the tip is an orangish-red and slightly bloodstained. He wears black boots, grey pants, and a reddish orange t-shirt. His hair is short and blonde and he has warm hazel eyes. He hums to himself as he digs in the satchel hanging from his shoulder.

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 In the last moments Damian thinks to himself “I am SO in. I did it.” He smirks to himself.

 Maybe an hour passes, maybe less.. Saphuno returns to the main part of the tavern with some cooking supplies (ingredients, pots, pans, knives, etc.) Another noticible thing is she has changed clothes into more of an outfit you'd wear around the house.

 *Oh we are continuing this, cool.*

Damian almost spits out his alcohol when he sees her. He then returns his composure, standing up and going to his room, he comes back a few minutes later in his adventuring outfit, a wide brimmed red hat that covered his face, only leaving his grey eyes, with a matching red coat, a little bit open and revealing his muscular chest. He sits at a table and begins to play the lute casually, making a romantic tune.

 After having put away the kitchen things, she walks over to Damian's table and sits down. 

"You look like a dork, or, dare I say, a puppy playing dress up"

 "The cost of style is being ridiculed for it. You look like a housewife teasing your husband for dressing up." He puts a hand over his mouth, grinning wide "Looks like I'm getting ahead of myself."