He keeps working, unaware due to his enrapture with his cooking and singing. He seems to be making a lasagna, but using many strange and outright toxic ingredients.
"Waiting for the right time, Hold on to that fright, I'm Cooking a nightmare...
Running from my past, I'm Not worried that you might cry, So stop me if you dare..."
She smiles "You sing beautifully but I suppose you knew that. Your cooking is a work of art as well." She says.
The strugel jolts and whips around. "O-oh, um, thank you very much, miss! I don't sing very often. My vocal range isn't as developed as I'd like, and I rarely have any good songs." He puts the final layer on his technicolor entree and puts it in his portable oven.
The Yokai woman is braiding her hair, placing beads in them that are made of blue glass. She is dressed in a one-shoulder white kimono with depictions of fiery oni with large teeth that are deadly sharp. She hums to herself, sitting in a tree.
Yuri is curled up in Oswald's factory, sitting on the couch in his office. She looks.. tired. She is picking at the skin around her nails, not flinching as they start to bleed a bit.
Georgie pops up beside the couch, grinning, "Yuri! Hi!"
Yuri jumps a bit "Honey, careful." She sighs and hugs him 'Hi though."
He hugs her tightly, "I'm.. happy you're ok." he says softly
She smiles and pats his head "You okay?"
He softly nods, "Y-yeah, was just a scary week" he says
"I'm sorry honey, I really am." She hugs him tighter
He lets out a shaky breath, nuzzling into her shoulder
She snuggles him, patting his back
He lets out a few more breaths, a bit more calm
"How are you feeling?' she asked.
"B-better, more calm"
"You want something to drink?"
He nods softly, sitting up
She summons a glass of warm apple cider.
He takes it, mumbling something about warmth before taking a sip
*Rag,Benimaru,Damian,Grove, and the occasional other.*
Rag feels the wind brushing past him, shaking the leaves. A woman with braided hair and coffee colored skin is sitting on a tree branches, sharpening her nails. She is over 7 ft in height and wears a one-shouldered kimono.
He looks down on them, over twice their height. He kneels down as to look them in the eyes easier, his hand on one knee, his tanned alabaster skin shining bright like the divine above “Hello. Are you a ninja like Jin? Or are you something else, if I’m assuming I apologize.”
"Yokai actually. An idea. A spirit." She explains, looking up, her blue eyes meeting his.
“Oh, a spirit. Interesting. You are taller than most, nice to meet you, I’m Ragnerious.” His bright red eyes glowing brightly.
She smiles and bows her head, taking his hand and kissing the back of it. "A pleasure to meet you as well." She said.
He smile just as brightly, his hands as warm as almost an inferno, not enough to burn, but definitely hot. He stands up and bows back.
She smiles back and sits back in the tree
He sits cross legged on the ground, still able to look over most of the trees, his scales making the ground around him magma.
She tilts her head, watching this "Fire spirit?" She questions.
He keeps working, unaware due to his enrapture with his cooking and singing. He seems to be making a lasagna, but using many strange and outright toxic ingredients.
"Waiting for the right time, Hold on to that fright, I'm Cooking a nightmare...
Running from my past, I'm Not worried that you might cry, So stop me if you dare..."
She smiles "You sing beautifully but I suppose you knew that. Your cooking is a work of art as well." She says.
The strugel jolts and whips around. "O-oh, um, thank you very much, miss! I don't sing very often. My vocal range isn't as developed as I'd like, and I rarely have any good songs." He puts the final layer on his technicolor entree and puts it in his portable oven.
"Well I personally loved it." She says and sits on the ground.
"Perhaps they've recognized that you are safe to interact with. A friend, of sorts. I wish they had the same response to me. I never considered breaking the quarantine."
"Looks like you've bagged a good meal. And a nice bounty."
“You should. These are still people, regardless of the pain they may cause you or the fear you feel of them. They are just as afraid.”
“They thought they could run, they were wrong.” Blood drips down his face.
"I see. I assumed their faculties had been destroyed. But I guess that is no reason to be unkind. I will broaden my focus."
The Yokai woman is braiding her hair, placing beads in them that are made of blue glass. She is dressed in a one-shoulder white kimono with depictions of fiery oni with large teeth that are deadly sharp. She hums to herself, sitting in a tree.
Yuri is curled up in Oswald's factory, sitting on the couch in his office. She looks.. tired. She is picking at the skin around her nails, not flinching as they start to bleed a bit.
Georgie pops up beside the couch, grinning, "Yuri! Hi!"
Yuri jumps a bit "Honey, careful." She sighs and hugs him 'Hi though."
He hugs her tightly, "I'm.. happy you're ok." he says softly
She smiles and pats his head "You okay?"
He softly nods, "Y-yeah, was just a scary week" he says
"I'm sorry honey, I really am." She hugs him tighter
He lets out a shaky breath, nuzzling into her shoulder
She snuggles him, patting his back
He lets out a few more breaths, a bit more calm
"How are you feeling?' she asked.
"B-better, more calm"
"You want something to drink?"
He nods softly, sitting up
She summons a glass of warm apple cider.
He takes it, mumbling something about warmth before taking a sip
*Rag,Benimaru,Damian,Grove, and the occasional other.*
Rag feels the wind brushing past him, shaking the leaves. A woman with braided hair and coffee colored skin is sitting on a tree branches, sharpening her nails. She is over 7 ft in height and wears a one-shouldered kimono.
He looks down on them, over twice their height. He kneels down as to look them in the eyes easier, his hand on one knee, his tanned alabaster skin shining bright like the divine above “Hello. Are you a ninja like Jin? Or are you something else, if I’m assuming I apologize.”
"Yokai actually. An idea. A spirit." She explains, looking up, her blue eyes meeting his.
“Oh, a spirit. Interesting. You are taller than most, nice to meet you, I’m Ragnerious.” His bright red eyes glowing brightly.
She smiles and bows her head, taking his hand and kissing the back of it. "A pleasure to meet you as well." She said.
He smile just as brightly, his hands as warm as almost an inferno, not enough to burn, but definitely hot. He stands up and bows back.
She smiles back and sits back in the tree
He sits cross legged on the ground, still able to look over most of the trees, his scales making the ground around him magma.
She tilts her head, watching this "Fire spirit?" She questions.
He shakes his head “No, I am not a spirit at all, simply a hybrid. Dragon hybrid as a matter of fact.”
*Rag,Benimaru,Damian,Grove, and the occasional other.*
Rag feels the wind brushing past him, shaking the leaves. A woman with braided hair and coffee colored skin is sitting on a tree branches, sharpening her nails. She is over 7 ft in height and wears a one-shouldered kimono.
He looks down on them, over twice their height. He kneels down as to look them in the eyes easier, his hand on one knee, his tanned alabaster skin shining bright like the divine above “Hello. Are you a ninja like Jin? Or are you something else, if I’m assuming I apologize.”
"Yokai actually. An idea. A spirit." She explains, looking up, her blue eyes meeting his.
“Oh, a spirit. Interesting. You are taller than most, nice to meet you, I’m Ragnerious.” His bright red eyes glowing brightly.
She smiles and bows her head, taking his hand and kissing the back of it. "A pleasure to meet you as well." She said.
He smile just as brightly, his hands as warm as almost an inferno, not enough to burn, but definitely hot. He stands up and bows back.
She smiles back and sits back in the tree
He sits cross legged on the ground, still able to look over most of the trees, his scales making the ground around him magma.
She tilts her head, watching this "Fire spirit?" She questions.
He shakes his head “No, I am not a spirit at all, simply a hybrid. Dragon hybrid as a matter of fact.”
She smirks "Well you would do well if you were. The hierarchy would love you." She said.
The Yokai woman is braiding her hair, placing beads in them that are made of blue glass. She is dressed in a one-shoulder white kimono with depictions of fiery oni with large teeth that are deadly sharp. She hums to herself, sitting in a tree.
Yuri is curled up in Oswald's factory, sitting on the couch in his office. She looks.. tired. She is picking at the skin around her nails, not flinching as they start to bleed a bit.
Georgie pops up beside the couch, grinning, "Yuri! Hi!"
Yuri jumps a bit "Honey, careful." She sighs and hugs him 'Hi though."
He hugs her tightly, "I'm.. happy you're ok." he says softly
She smiles and pats his head "You okay?"
He softly nods, "Y-yeah, was just a scary week" he says
"I'm sorry honey, I really am." She hugs him tighter
He lets out a shaky breath, nuzzling into her shoulder
She snuggles him, patting his back
He lets out a few more breaths, a bit more calm
"How are you feeling?' she asked.
"B-better, more calm"
"You want something to drink?"
He nods softly, sitting up
She summons a glass of warm apple cider.
He takes it, mumbling something about warmth before taking a sip
The Yokai woman is braiding her hair, placing beads in them that are made of blue glass. She is dressed in a one-shoulder white kimono with depictions of fiery oni with large teeth that are deadly sharp. She hums to herself, sitting in a tree.
Yuri is curled up in Oswald's factory, sitting on the couch in his office. She looks.. tired. She is picking at the skin around her nails, not flinching as they start to bleed a bit.
Georgie pops up beside the couch, grinning, "Yuri! Hi!"
Yuri jumps a bit "Honey, careful." She sighs and hugs him 'Hi though."
He hugs her tightly, "I'm.. happy you're ok." he says softly
She smiles and pats his head "You okay?"
He softly nods, "Y-yeah, was just a scary week" he says
"I'm sorry honey, I really am." She hugs him tighter
He lets out a shaky breath, nuzzling into her shoulder
She snuggles him, patting his back
He lets out a few more breaths, a bit more calm
"How are you feeling?' she asked.
"B-better, more calm"
"You want something to drink?"
He nods softly, sitting up
She summons a glass of warm apple cider.
He takes it, mumbling something about warmth before taking a sip
The strugel jolts and whips around. "O-oh, um, thank you very much, miss! I don't sing very often. My vocal range isn't as developed as I'd like, and I rarely have any good songs." He puts the final layer on his technicolor entree and puts it in his portable oven.
"Well I personally loved it." She says and sits on the ground.
"Oh, uh, thank you. I wrote most of it myself." He scratches the back of his head. "So, uh, I'm Felix. What's your name?"
Stroth, sitting at her fancy little table, sipping her tea, is getting quite bored. She has gotten her results, this plant would do wonderfully against the gods, and she thought it would be a bit fun to cause more issues but it's getting boring. With a tap of her cane against the ground, the flowers stop growing rapidly. In fact, they are receding, leaving behind a barren land. The absorb right back into her. She cracks her knuckles, rolling her head and cracking joints that seem one to many.
The strugel jolts and whips around. "O-oh, um, thank you very much, miss! I don't sing very often. My vocal range isn't as developed as I'd like, and I rarely have any good songs." He puts the final layer on his technicolor entree and puts it in his portable oven.
"Well I personally loved it." She says and sits on the ground.
"Oh, uh, thank you. I wrote most of it myself." He scratches the back of his head. "So, uh, I'm Felix. What's your name?"
She thinks, tilting her head back to look up at the sky "I have many names but they don't feel like me..."
Stroth, sitting at her fancy little table, sipping her tea, is getting quite bored. She has gotten her results, this plant would do wonderfully against the gods, and she thought it would be a bit fun to cause more issues but it's getting boring. With a tap of her cane against the ground, the flowers stop growing rapidly. In fact, they are receding, leaving behind a barren land. The absorb right back into her. She cracks her knuckles, rolling her head and cracking joints that seem one to many.
She finds that much of it now has the curse that Yuri's Blight experienced, and it has now been passed onto her.
She cannot enter any residence, even that of a god. Neither can any of this Blight or the creatures infected by it.
The Yokai woman is braiding her hair, placing beads in them that are made of blue glass. She is dressed in a one-shoulder white kimono with depictions of fiery oni with large teeth that are deadly sharp. She hums to herself, sitting in a tree.
Yuri is curled up in Oswald's factory, sitting on the couch in his office. She looks.. tired. She is picking at the skin around her nails, not flinching as they start to bleed a bit.
Georgie pops up beside the couch, grinning, "Yuri! Hi!"
Yuri jumps a bit "Honey, careful." She sighs and hugs him 'Hi though."
He hugs her tightly, "I'm.. happy you're ok." he says softly
She smiles and pats his head "You okay?"
He softly nods, "Y-yeah, was just a scary week" he says
"I'm sorry honey, I really am." She hugs him tighter
He lets out a shaky breath, nuzzling into her shoulder
She snuggles him, patting his back
He lets out a few more breaths, a bit more calm
"How are you feeling?' she asked.
"B-better, more calm"
"You want something to drink?"
He nods softly, sitting up
She summons a glass of warm apple cider.
He takes it, mumbling something about warmth before taking a sip
"Oh, uh, thank you. I wrote most of it myself." He scratches the back of his head. "So, uh, I'm Felix. What's your name?"
She thinks, tilting her head back to look up at the sky "I have many names but they don't feel like me..."
"In that case, I'll just call you 'Yu.' It sucks being misnamed, but sometimes its worse to not be named at all. This name is disposable, like a paper cup. So, how are you today?"
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
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The strugel jolts and whips around. "O-oh, um, thank you very much, miss! I don't sing very often. My vocal range isn't as developed as I'd like, and I rarely have any good songs." He puts the final layer on his technicolor entree and puts it in his portable oven.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Only got a few minutes left.*
He takes it, mumbling something about warmth before taking a sip
She tilts her head, watching this "Fire spirit?" She questions.
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
"Well I personally loved it." She says and sits on the ground.
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 see. I assumed their faculties had been destroyed. But I guess that is no reason to be unkind. I will broaden my focus."
"Shame. Perhaps they weren't thinking at all."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
She pats his head "good?"
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
He shakes his head “No, I am not a spirit at all, simply a hybrid. Dragon hybrid as a matter of fact.”
She smirks "Well you would do well if you were. The hierarchy would love you." She said.
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
"Yes, thank you yuri"
She nods and smiles, hugging him
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, uh, thank you. I wrote most of it myself." He scratches the back of his head. "So, uh, I'm Felix. What's your name?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*TiMe To CaUsE iSsUeS*
Stroth, sitting at her fancy little table, sipping her tea, is getting quite bored. She has gotten her results, this plant would do wonderfully against the gods, and she thought it would be a bit fun to cause more issues but it's getting boring. With a tap of her cane against the ground, the flowers stop growing rapidly. In fact, they are receding, leaving behind a barren land. The absorb right back into her. She cracks her knuckles, rolling her head and cracking joints that seem one to many.
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
She thinks, tilting her head back to look up at the sky "I have many names but they don't feel like me..."
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
She finds that much of it now has the curse that Yuri's Blight experienced, and it has now been passed onto her.
She cannot enter any residence, even that of a god. Neither can any of this Blight or the creatures infected by it.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He snuggles into her arms, happier
"Aw, aren't you sweet" she smiles warmly
"In that case, I'll just call you 'Yu.' It sucks being misnamed, but sometimes its worse to not be named at all. This name is disposable, like a paper cup. So, how are you today?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels