She pulls away, a little out of breath. "That was much better~"
He leans back, his grin only growing wider “You should finish that cake before it spoils.”
She nods and pulls the plate in front of her, staring into his eyes, making every bite very exagerated, but mischievous.
He looks at her, wiggling his brows equally mischievously, eating a piece of his own cake,
She finishes the plate, sighs and leans back before patting her stomach. "I'm so fat.. that was so good.."
Damian shakes his head “You are by no means fat. You’re just… plump I’d say. And I have no issue with that.” He walks behind her, rubbing her shoulders softly.
"Feel free. There's no point in further expansion here anyway. My one factory can handle the entirety of the demand in this area."
"I am specially trained in not saying bad things, sir! I work in the hospitality industry, after all!" He salutes. "But, uh... what do you mean by special?"
"Speaking of.. I have an idea for it if you are willing to hear it out." She asked, walking around and totally touching everything at least one.
He prowls around the cooler, sniffing the meat. "To be honest, I do not understand when people say nice things, I always believe there is... Lies.. underneath. It feels like your words are genuine. When you said you knew about me and complimented me... I will admit, my first thought was suspicion.."
"We are partners. I am obligated to listen."
"Of course it was! It's not every day a rare species comes to you claiming to be your biggest fan! I would be suspicious too, especially if I were in your very specific position. I-I will say, though," He suddenly seems nervous again. "I am... very bad at directly lying to people. I can dodge questions and withhold information pretty well, I don't think I should man the counter, just in case an investigator of some sort comes over."
"Feel free. There's no point in further expansion here anyway. My one factory can handle the entirety of the demand in this area."
"I am specially trained in not saying bad things, sir! I work in the hospitality industry, after all!" He salutes. "But, uh... what do you mean by special?"
"Speaking of.. I have an idea for it if you are willing to hear it out." She asked, walking around and totally touching everything at least one.
He prowls around the cooler, sniffing the meat. "To be honest, I do not understand when people say nice things, I always believe there is... Lies.. underneath. It feels like your words are genuine. When you said you knew about me and complimented me... I will admit, my first thought was suspicion.."
"We are partners. I am obligated to listen."
"Of course it was! It's not every day a rare species comes to you claiming to be your biggest fan! I would be suspicious too, especially if I were in your very specific position. I-I will say, though," He suddenly seems nervous again. "I am... very bad at directly lying to people. I can dodge questions and withhold information pretty well, I don't think I should man the counter, just in case an investigator of some sort comes over."
She laughs lightly and leans against the window, a cup of tea forming in her hands and then a cup of coffee next to him. She sips it "You aren't obligated to do a thing. Believe me.. sometimes I wonder if I'm hallucinating, waiting for this dream to crumble. It's been... Awhile.. since I felt happy." She says, running her thumb subconsciously over her teeth.
William shifts back, looking more gaunt than what he originally looked like before. He coughs, a small trickle of blood escaping his lips. "I will trust you then. Forgive me, this is new... I do trust you, is how'll put it."
"Of course it was! It's not every day a rare species comes to you claiming to be your biggest fan! I would be suspicious too, especially if I were in your very specific position. I-I will say, though," He suddenly seems nervous again. "I am... very bad at directly lying to people. I can dodge questions and withhold information pretty well, I don't think I should man the counter, just in case an investigator of some sort comes over."
She laughs lightly and leans against the window, a cup of tea forming in her hands and then a cup of coffee next to him. She sips it "You aren't obligated to do a thing. Believe me.. sometimes I wonder if I'm hallucinating, waiting for this dream to crumble. It's been... Awhile.. since I felt happy." She says, running her thumb subconsciously over her teeth.
William shifts back, looking more gaunt than what he originally looked like before. He coughs, a small trickle of blood escaping his lips. "I will trust you then. Forgive me, this is new... I do trust you, is how'll put it."
"Hm. I'm glad. Happiness is good for the soul. Or so I've heard. You make me happy as well."
"Thank you very much, sir! I will do my absolute best to live up to your expectations, sir!" The strugel clicks his heels together, then sags slightly. "Are you alright, Chef Giordano?"
"Of course it was! It's not every day a rare species comes to you claiming to be your biggest fan! I would be suspicious too, especially if I were in your very specific position. I-I will say, though," He suddenly seems nervous again. "I am... very bad at directly lying to people. I can dodge questions and withhold information pretty well, I don't think I should man the counter, just in case an investigator of some sort comes over."
She laughs lightly and leans against the window, a cup of tea forming in her hands and then a cup of coffee next to him. She sips it "You aren't obligated to do a thing. Believe me.. sometimes I wonder if I'm hallucinating, waiting for this dream to crumble. It's been... Awhile.. since I felt happy." She says, running her thumb subconsciously over her teeth.
William shifts back, looking more gaunt than what he originally looked like before. He coughs, a small trickle of blood escaping his lips. "I will trust you then. Forgive me, this is new... I do trust you, is how'll put it."
"Hm. I'm glad. Happiness is good for the soul. Or so I've heard. You make me happy as well."
"Thank you very much, sir! I will do my absolute best to live up to your expectations, sir!" The strugel clicks his heels together, then sags slightly. "Are you alright, Chef Giordano?"
She smiles softly against the rim of her cup "I could provide the necessary wood and fuel for your forges if you wish. forests die.. forests regrow, it's the circle of life. You were kind enough to rid yourself of your iron weapons so it feels I should make a sacrifice in some way as well." She says.
"Call me William.. and yes, I am. This happens when I shift. Hunger is a never ending cycle..." He says, smiling.
"Hm. I'm glad. Happiness is good for the soul. Or so I've heard. You make me happy as well."
"Thank you very much, sir! I will do my absolute best to live up to your expectations, sir!" The strugel clicks his heels together, then sags slightly. "Are you alright, Chef Giordano?"
She smiles softly against the rim of her cup "I could provide the necessary wood and fuel for your forges if you wish. forests die.. forests regrow, it's the circle of life. You were kind enough to rid yourself of your iron weapons so it feels I should make a sacrifice in some way as well." She says.
"Call me William.. and yes, I am. This happens when I shift. Hunger is a never ending cycle..." He says, smiling.
"My sacrifice was necessary for our relationship. The amount of wood I would need to keep the forges running at current efficiency would crush your forests faster than you could replant them, and I know how fast you can do that. I've been using laborers from the plane of fire to run the forges anyway. I very much appreciate the gesture, and it would save me lots of money, but money is not as much a concern to me as your well-being."
"William, may I... well... could I prepare a dish for you using your ingredients? Minotaur stroganoff, perhaps? I want to show you my skill level so you can identify the areas where I need to improve."
"Hm. I'm glad. Happiness is good for the soul. Or so I've heard. You make me happy as well."
"Thank you very much, sir! I will do my absolute best to live up to your expectations, sir!" The strugel clicks his heels together, then sags slightly. "Are you alright, Chef Giordano?"
She smiles softly against the rim of her cup "I could provide the necessary wood and fuel for your forges if you wish. forests die.. forests regrow, it's the circle of life. You were kind enough to rid yourself of your iron weapons so it feels I should make a sacrifice in some way as well." She says.
"Call me William.. and yes, I am. This happens when I shift. Hunger is a never ending cycle..." He says, smiling.
"My sacrifice was necessary for our relationship. The amount of wood I would need to keep the forges running at current efficiency would crush your forests faster than you could replant them, and I know how fast you can do that. I've been using laborers from the plane of fire to run the forges anyway. I very much appreciate the gesture, and it would save me lots of money, but money is not as much a concern to me as your well-being."
"William, may I... well... could I prepare a dish for you using your ingredients? Minotaur stroganoff, perhaps? I want to show you my skill level so you can identify the areas where I need to improve."
She taps her nails against the window before turning to him "I want to." She states "F-for you."
"Of course. I would love it. Food is a love language to me you see... Well cooked eggs mean I love you.. sandwiches cut just right, I would give up my soul.. burnt toast means go die.. so many different ways to expression emotion through food." He says and sits down on the floor, head leaned back against the cupboards.
*You've got what now?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*ack [squirming]*
*oh Das nice, rice is good*
Damian shakes his head “You are by no means fat. You’re just… plump I’d say. And I have no issue with that.” He walks behind her, rubbing her shoulders softly.
*Let me give you affectionate choking.*
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
*but I need air ><*
"We are partners. I am obligated to listen."
"Of course it was! It's not every day a rare species comes to you claiming to be your biggest fan! I would be suspicious too, especially if I were in your very specific position. I-I will say, though," He suddenly seems nervous again. "I am... very bad at directly lying to people. I can dodge questions and withhold information pretty well, I don't think I should man the counter, just in case an investigator of some sort comes over."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*But I love you too much to let go.*
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
*[scrambling]*
*hugs are a good alternative*
She laughs lightly and leans against the window, a cup of tea forming in her hands and then a cup of coffee next to him. She sips it "You aren't obligated to do a thing. Believe me.. sometimes I wonder if I'm hallucinating, waiting for this dream to crumble. It's been... Awhile.. since I felt happy." She says, running her thumb subconsciously over her teeth.
William shifts back, looking more gaunt than what he originally looked like before. He coughs, a small trickle of blood escaping his lips. "I will trust you then. Forgive me, this is new... I do trust you, is how'll put it."
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
*Everyone thinks the strugel is so cute but LOOK AT WHAT HE'S ACTUALLY SAYING TO WILLIAM*
*HE IS ABSOLUTELY DOWN FOR CANNIBALISM AND MURDER AS A CULINARY EXERCISE*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*I’ve played two characters who’ve done that*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Tbh, I watched Hannibal (the series) and it and Spiral: from the book of Saw and other medias were the mix I got for William. He's not a good dude.*
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
"Hm. I'm glad. Happiness is good for the soul. Or so I've heard. You make me happy as well."
"Thank you very much, sir! I will do my absolute best to live up to your expectations, sir!" The strugel clicks his heels together, then sags slightly. "Are you alright, Chef Giordano?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
She smiles softly against the rim of her cup "I could provide the necessary wood and fuel for your forges if you wish. forests die.. forests regrow, it's the circle of life. You were kind enough to rid yourself of your iron weapons so it feels I should make a sacrifice in some way as well." She says.
"Call me William.. and yes, I am. This happens when I shift. Hunger is a never ending cycle..." He says, smiling.
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
*Characters for you lovely little spronglos*
Tycho is enjoying the morning, eating a sandwhich he bought at a stall
Georgie is playing with his plushies out in a field
-free choice, i have no clue who to use here atm-
Yuri approaches Georgie, waving "Hello dear! How are you?"
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
"My sacrifice was necessary for our relationship. The amount of wood I would need to keep the forges running at current efficiency would crush your forests faster than you could replant them, and I know how fast you can do that. I've been using laborers from the plane of fire to run the forges anyway. I very much appreciate the gesture, and it would save me lots of money, but money is not as much a concern to me as your well-being."
"William, may I... well... could I prepare a dish for you using your ingredients? Minotaur stroganoff, perhaps? I want to show you my skill level so you can identify the areas where I need to improve."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He smiles at her, "Hi miss Yuri! I'm doing well, how are you?"
She taps her nails against the window before turning to him "I want to." She states "F-for you."
"Of course. I would love it. Food is a love language to me you see... Well cooked eggs mean I love you.. sandwiches cut just right, I would give up my soul.. burnt toast means go die.. so many different ways to expression emotion through food." He says and sits down on the floor, head leaned back against the cupboards.
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
"I am.. happy. I am well." She says and sits down with him and looks at the stuffies "Who are these lovely folk?"
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
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