Saphuno holds her head in her paws at the seat behind the bar, fur all messy.
Damian walks into the bar, having braided his hair into dreadlocks. He walks into the kitchen and begins to gather things, occasionally glancing at Saphuno, slightly worried.
She looks up as she hears him walk by, looking almost instantly refreshed. "Hey! babe, c'mere.. I need a hug."
He puts down all his supplies and comes over to her “Are you okay?” He hugs her tightly “You seem sick or something.”
"I am a little... busy growing your little rascal." She says as she clings to him, nose burrowed in his hair.
He chuckles “My little rascal? What do you-“ His eyes fill with understanding, and then with tears of joy “Oh, oh my [gp]. Am I going to be a dad?”
"Dunno, a man as feminine as you could pass off as a mom~ But, yes.. you are~"
He hugs her tightly “That’s incredible. I… I… this is just so amazing. I don’t know what to feel.” He lets go and picks up his supplies and begins to make something.
"Thanks for telling me." He says with enough sarcasm to cut lead.
"Look, I think people are entitled to their opinions, and you don't need to be such a friggin ahole. you're like 8 feet of anger scrunched down into 4 feet of cuteness."
"Thanks for noticing. I've been spit on by my family, my society, most restaurants, and now the only close friend I have is leaving because of a bunch of krill, and when I mention it my boss says 'oh yeah, he's my favorite customer,' like I really want to hear it when he wants to get rid of one of the only people in the country who thinks my skills are worth working with. Everyone says my food is 'too weird' or 'gross,' when I cook with all the love I got! I have trained 40 years to cook monsters, and no one wants them! They just want to keep killing and leave a million rotting corpses in their wake and be praised for it!"
So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
Saphuno holds her head in her paws at the seat behind the bar, fur all messy.
Damian walks into the bar, having braided his hair into dreadlocks. He walks into the kitchen and begins to gather things, occasionally glancing at Saphuno, slightly worried.
She looks up as she hears him walk by, looking almost instantly refreshed. "Hey! babe, c'mere.. I need a hug."
He puts down all his supplies and comes over to her “Are you okay?” He hugs her tightly “You seem sick or something.”
"I am a little... busy growing your little rascal." She says as she clings to him, nose burrowed in his hair.
He chuckles “My little rascal? What do you-“ His eyes fill with understanding, and then with tears of joy “Oh, oh my [gp]. Am I going to be a dad?”
"Dunno, a man as feminine as you could pass off as a mom~ But, yes.. you are~"
He hugs her tightly “That’s incredible. I… I… this is just so amazing. I don’t know what to feel.” He lets go and picks up his supplies and begins to make something.
She leans her weight on the bar, her head in her paw, watching him with interest. "Well, I know how I feel.. nauseous as [GP].."
He has tears rolling down his face, a smile wide as the sun and just as bright “I hope you can keep down what I’m making for you then.” He is making waffles.
"Thanks for noticing. I've been spit on by my family, my society, most restaurants, and now the only close friend I have is leaving because of a bunch of krill, and when I mention it my boss says 'oh yeah, he's my favorite customer,' like I really want to hear it when he wants to get rid of one of the only people in the country who thinks my skills are worth working with. Everyone says my food is 'too weird' or 'gross,' when I cook with all the love I got! I have trained 40 years to cook monsters, and no one wants them! They just want to keep killing and leave a million rotting corpses in their wake and be praised for it!"
"Look, I'm sorry, that was really f[gp]ing s[GP]ty of me..." She says, sighing as she rubs the bridge of her nose. "I like Larry sure, but I'm sorry he's the reason William is leaving. If I were you, I'd stay clear of Larry, he 'wants to talk'. I'm here for you though, even if it doesnt seem like it."
"Alright, listen. I think you're adorable, but I also don't want you to be a maniac. I'll give you the ale, and you're gonna behave. and if you feel up to it, you let me boop you."
Shade quickly calms down when she gets her drink back and quickly empties it. "mor..."
He hugs her tightly “That’s incredible. I… I… this is just so amazing. I don’t know what to feel.” He lets go and picks up his supplies and begins to make something.
"Thanks for noticing. I've been spit on by my family, my society, most restaurants, and now the only close friend I have is leaving because of a bunch of krill, and when I mention it my boss says 'oh yeah, he's my favorite customer,' like I really want to hear it when he wants to get rid of one of the only people in the country who thinks my skills are worth working with. Everyone says my food is 'too weird' or 'gross,' when I cook with all the love I got! I have trained 40 years to cook monsters, and no one wants them! They just want to keep killing and leave a million rotting corpses in their wake and be praised for it!"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Man... I feel like causing issues >:3*
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
Shade spits in rage. "maybe i should leave you a 'present'"
Pronouns: She/Her
Gender: Nonbinary Female, 1/3 human, 1/3 feline, 1/3 dragon
Mentally and emotionally unstable, anorexic (currently in remission!), autism, ADHD, anger issues
(you and me both :)
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover
*It's too late. What We Deserve is in control, and he's going to ruin the man.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He has tears rolling down his face, a smile wide as the sun and just as bright “I hope you can keep down what I’m making for you then.” He is making waffles.
*Felix is a hair's breadth away from committing an atrocity.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*I'm glad I caused one issue then. I'm actually still surprised Felix still likes William literally at all.*
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
*Felix has terrible friends. He's literally friends with a future Elder Evil on the Autumn Country.*
*But yeah. Felix is not used to being treated well by literally anyone. He's a freak and pretty much everybody knows it.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Luckily, I am plagued with an idea for something now. MWHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.*
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
*ack sorry I’m back*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
He sighs. "Thanks. I apologize for my outburst."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Shade quickly calms down when she gets her drink back and quickly empties it. "mor..."
Pronouns: She/Her
Gender: Nonbinary Female, 1/3 human, 1/3 feline, 1/3 dragon
Mentally and emotionally unstable, anorexic (currently in remission!), autism, ADHD, anger issues