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
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
*alright, characters I've got rn and an intro may be flying y'alls way*
Georgie is sewing the giant doll he's been making shut
*Cool!*
A beautiful, towering man with pale skin and flowing clothes clearly styled after artisans and merchants approaches Georgie, holding a massive Froghemoth plushie about the size of his torso.
Scott is sitting in the library, reading over old manuscripts. He is still dressed in his black hoodie and black slacks. He looks tired beyond belief.
Ichigo is sharpening his shortsword while sitting on the tavern roof. His cat sits in his lap, purring happily.
Father Luciano is praying to the Gods of Life, asking for the people to have a bountiful harvest this year.
(go to sleep)
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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
*alright, characters I've got rn and an intro may be flying y'alls way*
Georgie is sewing the giant doll he's been making shut
*Cool!*
A beautiful, towering man with pale skin and flowing clothes clearly styled after artisans and merchants approaches Georgie, holding a massive Froghemoth plushie about the size of his torso.
Georgie doesn't seem to notice, focused mostly on his work
A beautiful, towering man with pale skin and flowing clothes clearly styled after artisans and merchants approaches Georgie, holding a massive Froghemoth plushie about the size of his torso.
Georgie doesn't seem to notice, focused mostly on his work
The man sets down the plush near him and crouches down. "That's very good." He pulls out an ornate gold-plated needle and offers it with his long arm. "Sorry for missing your birthday."
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
A beautiful, towering man with pale skin and flowing clothes clearly styled after artisans and merchants approaches Georgie, holding a massive Froghemoth plushie about the size of his torso.
Georgie doesn't seem to notice, focused mostly on his work
The man sets down the plush near him and crouches down. "That's very good." He pulls out an ornate gold-plated needle and offers it with his long arm. "Sorry for missing your birthday."
Georgie seems a little startled, "U-um, it's ok. You weren't the only one" He says, gingerly taking the needle
(hello my friend)
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
*0.0*
*wendiiiii!*
*[hugs]*
*Hiya:3*
*alright, characters I've got rn and an intro may be flying y'alls way*
Georgie is sewing the giant doll he's been making shut
Tycho is reading in the library
Mary is eating breakfast quietly
Jason is sat in a tree, enjoying the cool morning air
Scott is sitting in the library, reading over old manuscripts. He is still dressed in his black hoodie and black slacks. He looks tired beyond belief.
Ichigo is sharpening his shortsword while sitting on the tavern roof. His cat sits in his lap, purring happily.
Father Luciano is praying to the Gods of Life, asking for the people to have a bountiful harvest this year.
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
(how are you)
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
*Cool!*
A beautiful, towering man with pale skin and flowing clothes clearly styled after artisans and merchants approaches Georgie, holding a massive Froghemoth plushie about the size of his torso.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
(go to sleep)
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
*I'm.... ok overall I think*
*hbu?*
Georgie doesn't seem to notice, focused mostly on his work
Tycho spots Scott, walking over, book in hand. "Hey there Mr tall dark and brooding"
Scott looks up "Hey.." he smiles "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
The man sets down the plush near him and crouches down. "That's very good." He pulls out an ornate gold-plated needle and offers it with his long arm. "Sorry for missing your birthday."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
(i'm doing well)
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
"Doing good. How about you, Gotten any sleep?"
*Should I make, for dinner, pasta or salad."
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
*what kind of salad and what kind of pasta?*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Georgie seems a little startled, "U-um, it's ok. You weren't the only one" He says, gingerly taking the needle
*Both? I prefer pasta, but salad has actual nutrients instead of basically just carbs.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels