Alix is sitting in the tavern, eating a basket of cheese fries with green onion, cheddar, colby jack, and bacon on it. He is dressed in his tank-top and his brown shorts. He has set aside all his rings and necklaces so they don't get messy.
A cloaked figure passes by his table, dropping a letter on to it. The envelope is addressed to Alix, and there is a heart on either side of his name.
Alix blinks, licking his paws clean. He opens it carefully, as not to rip anything.
Inside is a romantic, if not cheesy letter. I wont go into much detail, cause I suck at eloquency in such matters, but it's sweet none the less. It's signed R.S
He blinks, reading it over again. He then looks up and around, ears twitching.
He would see a few tavern goers, people passing through, Saphuno at the bar chatting with Damian, Aeris sitting at a table, Jax in one corner, and Reese in the other.
He brings the letter up to his nose, sniffing it carefully.
Clever lad... Assuming he's committed Reese's scent to memory, the letter is drenched in it. It smells as if it was freshly penned.
He looks over at her, thinking. He then stands up, taking his items with him, putting them back on. He walks over and sits beside her, holding the letter in one paw.
She is lost in a book, that is until she is disturbed by his weight coming down onto the bench. she looks up at him, smiling. "Hi, Alix.."
He holds up and note, sliding it to her "Did you write this?" He asks, his tone gentle.
She nods softly, hiding in her book. She flushes brightly, avoiding eye contact. "Y-yeah..."
He chuckles "I like it! You have a way with words!"
He looks up for a moment. "Demon flesh has a distinctive appearance, taste and smell, even as jerky. You'll have to find some very strange or desperate palates." He holsters his firearm.
"That's the plan!" She chuckles "Make a profit, give the gold back to Mammon, abuse the (GP) for a bit and then continue again."
"I see. I think that's a very interesting goal. Most people would try to go for broad appeal so that they can get money from the lowest common denominator. Do you like your work?"
He looks up for a moment. "Demon flesh has a distinctive appearance, taste and smell, even as jerky. You'll have to find some very strange or desperate palates." He holsters his firearm.
"That's the plan!" She chuckles "Make a profit, give the gold back to Mammon, abuse the (GP) for a bit and then continue again."
"I see. I think that's a very interesting goal. Most people would try to go for broad appeal so that they can get money from the lowest common denominator. Do you like your work?"
She looks over, eyes glowing "I know who you are. Do not try and use your work me..." She says politely
He chuckles "I like it! You have a way with words!"
She eases up a bit, setting her book down. "Oh, thank you, Alix... I uhm, was too scared ta tell ya, so... I wrote it down.."
"I guess I have a question.." he points to where Shade is taking glances at her and to where Mary is "I guess I'm assuming but are you polyamorus? I smell mostly you on that woman over there and that one, the cat, keeps looking at you like she might be given gold if you talk to her so I guess I'm a bit confused because you wrote this very sweet note but.. I don't know." He shrugs, his ears lowering a bit like he's nervous.
Saphuno sighs, making sure to lower Shade's head onto the counter gently.
Shade comes to a few minutes later. "how am i supposed to compete with her?!"
"What.. do you mean compete?..." She tilts her head, handing Shade another ale.
Shade relaxes as she drinks the ale stealing glances at Reese every so often
Saphuno snaps her fingers close to Shade's face. "ah-ah. Answer me. I may not seem it, but I am more than capable of being an annoying, pestering mother. It's practically my job."
Scott is curled up on the sofa in the library of the tavern, reading queitly.
*Time to torture Scott!*
An all too familiar smell of blood fills the air as Dracula enters the tavern, a sandwich in hand, his teeth covered in a red substance, most likely blood.
Scott jumps almost instantly, the book dropping to the ground with a soft thud. He blinks a few times, taking a few steps back.
Dracula, not liking the attention much, turns into a mist, that mist moving to a table in the dark corner of the room and reforming Dracula, as he continues to eat his sandwich.
Scott sighs and goes back to reading, staying as far away as humanly possible.
He feels a slight echoing in his mind, something compelling him to come closer to Dracula, only a little echoing, but there.
He closes his eyes, shaking his head. He has heard Khemet's voice, he has heard The Writers voice.. but not this one.
The voice remains silent, simply a whisper, an infectious whisper, but just a whisper.
He looks up, teeth gritted "Stop." He says, his voice a bit shaky.
Dracula looks up to them confused “Huh? What do you mean. Is something going on?”
Suddenly, the room seems to shift. Scott is there but it's not him. He pushes back his hair with his hand, sighing. His teeth have become sharper, his eyes a blood red color. His skin seems papery, pages peeling in corners where butterflies and maggots crawl from under them. He walks over, his clothes changing from a a sweater to brown leather jacket and white T-shirt before Dracula. He tilts his head "He isn't giving his soul up to you."
Dracula sighs “Of course, another person thinks that I want his soul. I don’t need another soul. I dont care if his soul is yours, you can keep it for all I care. I’m just offering vampireism.”
Scott is curled up on the sofa in the library of the tavern, reading queitly.
*Time to torture Scott!*
An all too familiar smell of blood fills the air as Dracula enters the tavern, a sandwich in hand, his teeth covered in a red substance, most likely blood.
Scott jumps almost instantly, the book dropping to the ground with a soft thud. He blinks a few times, taking a few steps back.
Dracula, not liking the attention much, turns into a mist, that mist moving to a table in the dark corner of the room and reforming Dracula, as he continues to eat his sandwich.
Scott sighs and goes back to reading, staying as far away as humanly possible.
He feels a slight echoing in his mind, something compelling him to come closer to Dracula, only a little echoing, but there.
He closes his eyes, shaking his head. He has heard Khemet's voice, he has heard The Writers voice.. but not this one.
The voice remains silent, simply a whisper, an infectious whisper, but just a whisper.
He looks up, teeth gritted "Stop." He says, his voice a bit shaky.
Dracula looks up to them confused “Huh? What do you mean. Is something going on?”
Suddenly, the room seems to shift. Scott is there but it's not him. He pushes back his hair with his hand, sighing. His teeth have become sharper, his eyes a blood red color. His skin seems papery, pages peeling in corners where butterflies and maggots crawl from under them. He walks over, his clothes changing from a a sweater to brown leather jacket and white T-shirt before Dracula. He tilts his head "He isn't giving his soul up to you."
Dracula sighs “Of course, another person thinks that I want his soul. I don’t need another soul. I dont care if his soul is yours, you can keep it for all I care. I’m just offering vampireism.”
The Writer chuckles "He is embued with me and a god of chaos! Why would he need you?" He asks, chuckling "Plus, Vampirism has horrible downsides."
Saphuno sighs, making sure to lower Shade's head onto the counter gently.
Shade comes to a few minutes later. "how am i supposed to compete with her?!"
"What.. do you mean compete?..." She tilts her head, handing Shade another ale.
Shade relaxes as she drinks the ale stealing glances at Reese every so often
Saphuno snaps her fingers close to Shade's face. "ah-ah. Answer me. I may not seem it, but I am more than capable of being an annoying, pestering mother. It's practically my job."
Shade shakes her head "nevermind..."
Shade scowls "fine. how is she ever going to like me?!"
"I see. I think that's a very interesting goal. Most people would try to go for broad appeal so that they can get money from the lowest common denominator. Do you like your work?"
She looks over, eyes glowing "I know who you are. Do not try and use your work me..." She says politely
"I'm not trying to psychoanalyze you. I'm just curious. I like hearing other peoples' dreams. I hope one day I'll have one of my own."
"With you? Always." he says, stretching a bit, yawning.
She tilts her head, trying to comprehend this information, but waves her paw, dismissing it. "You're.... God... no more crime, Kay?"
She jumps up with a flip, landing gracefully “What would you like to do, I’m up for anything. Anything~”
He grins wide “I haven’t been doing any pirating for a while, but if you don’t want me robbing anyone I won’t my love.” He kisses her.
He gets up, flushing at her comment. "Well, I was just about to check the bounty board before I found you. Wanna kill a criminal, cash in his bounty, then sell his organs and hide?"
She sighs, kissing back. "I'm the last person you're allowed to rob."
She stretches her shoulders with a smile “I would love to kill someone with you.”
Damian moves his hair from his eyes “I would never, we live in the same place after all.”
He smiles, leading her to the bounty board.
"You already stole from me! My heart, and then space in my womb.. well, that's her fault, not yours, oh and.. nevermind."
She follows after him, smiling and sauntering all the way.
He hugs her “I’d say that’s no one fault other than ours, we decided to do the deed after all. I’d steal your heart again if I had the chance.”
"I see. I think that's a very interesting goal. Most people would try to go for broad appeal so that they can get money from the lowest common denominator. Do you like your work?"
She looks over, eyes glowing "I know who you are. Do not try and use your work me..." She says politely
"I'm not trying to psychoanalyze you. I'm just curious. I like hearing other peoples' dreams. I hope one day I'll have one of my own."
"You don't have dreams? Dear gods.." she facepalms.
Scott is curled up on the sofa in the library of the tavern, reading queitly.
*Time to torture Scott!*
An all too familiar smell of blood fills the air as Dracula enters the tavern, a sandwich in hand, his teeth covered in a red substance, most likely blood.
Scott jumps almost instantly, the book dropping to the ground with a soft thud. He blinks a few times, taking a few steps back.
Dracula, not liking the attention much, turns into a mist, that mist moving to a table in the dark corner of the room and reforming Dracula, as he continues to eat his sandwich.
Scott sighs and goes back to reading, staying as far away as humanly possible.
He feels a slight echoing in his mind, something compelling him to come closer to Dracula, only a little echoing, but there.
He closes his eyes, shaking his head. He has heard Khemet's voice, he has heard The Writers voice.. but not this one.
The voice remains silent, simply a whisper, an infectious whisper, but just a whisper.
He looks up, teeth gritted "Stop." He says, his voice a bit shaky.
Dracula looks up to them confused “Huh? What do you mean. Is something going on?”
Suddenly, the room seems to shift. Scott is there but it's not him. He pushes back his hair with his hand, sighing. His teeth have become sharper, his eyes a blood red color. His skin seems papery, pages peeling in corners where butterflies and maggots crawl from under them. He walks over, his clothes changing from a a sweater to brown leather jacket and white T-shirt before Dracula. He tilts his head "He isn't giving his soul up to you."
Dracula sighs “Of course, another person thinks that I want his soul. I don’t need another soul. I dont care if his soul is yours, you can keep it for all I care. I’m just offering vampireism.”
The Writer chuckles "He is embued with me and a god of chaos! Why would he need you?" He asks, chuckling "Plus, Vampirism has horrible downsides."
He sighs “That sounds like you think you’re an expert in the subject, but you’re speaking with the king of vampires. I know how to deal with any issues, at this point, my existence is entirely benefits. And I’ve killed gods before, you don’t sound any special.”
"I'm not trying to psychoanalyze you. I'm just curious. I like hearing other peoples' dreams. I hope one day I'll have one of my own."
"You don't have dreams? Dear gods.." she facepalms.
"I do, but they aren't real ones. They aren't grandiose like they should be, and they change with the winds. I really just want a good crawfish boil right now, but that's not a dream. That's just a desire."
Scott is curled up on the sofa in the library of the tavern, reading queitly.
*Time to torture Scott!*
An all too familiar smell of blood fills the air as Dracula enters the tavern, a sandwich in hand, his teeth covered in a red substance, most likely blood.
Scott jumps almost instantly, the book dropping to the ground with a soft thud. He blinks a few times, taking a few steps back.
Dracula, not liking the attention much, turns into a mist, that mist moving to a table in the dark corner of the room and reforming Dracula, as he continues to eat his sandwich.
Scott sighs and goes back to reading, staying as far away as humanly possible.
He feels a slight echoing in his mind, something compelling him to come closer to Dracula, only a little echoing, but there.
He closes his eyes, shaking his head. He has heard Khemet's voice, he has heard The Writers voice.. but not this one.
The voice remains silent, simply a whisper, an infectious whisper, but just a whisper.
He looks up, teeth gritted "Stop." He says, his voice a bit shaky.
Dracula looks up to them confused “Huh? What do you mean. Is something going on?”
Suddenly, the room seems to shift. Scott is there but it's not him. He pushes back his hair with his hand, sighing. His teeth have become sharper, his eyes a blood red color. His skin seems papery, pages peeling in corners where butterflies and maggots crawl from under them. He walks over, his clothes changing from a a sweater to brown leather jacket and white T-shirt before Dracula. He tilts his head "He isn't giving his soul up to you."
Dracula sighs “Of course, another person thinks that I want his soul. I don’t need another soul. I dont care if his soul is yours, you can keep it for all I care. I’m just offering vampireism.”
The Writer chuckles "He is embued with me and a god of chaos! Why would he need you?" He asks, chuckling "Plus, Vampirism has horrible downsides."
He sighs “That sounds like you think you’re an expert in the subject, but you’re speaking with the king of vampires. I know how to deal with any issues, at this point, my existence is entirely benefits. And I’ve killed gods before, you don’t sound any special.”
"Really! Then what about water? Cleric's? Or maybe about not being allowed in area without consent? Or maybe holy items? Or the friggin sun?" He lists off, chuckling "All over, he would just have to stay in one place unless during night."
"I'm not trying to psychoanalyze you. I'm just curious. I like hearing other peoples' dreams. I hope one day I'll have one of my own."
"You don't have dreams? Dear gods.." she facepalms.
"I do, but they aren't real ones. They aren't grandiose like they should be, and they change with the winds. I really just want a good crawfish boil right now, but that's not a dream. That's just a desire."
"You're bumming me out man." She folds her arms "Go get your crawfish boil, you need it apparently."
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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
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Shade relaxes as she drinks the ale stealing glances at Reese every so often
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
He chuckles "I like it! You have a way with words!"
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 think that's a very interesting goal. Most people would try to go for broad appeal so that they can get money from the lowest common denominator. Do you like your work?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*I'll be back after dinner*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
She looks over, eyes glowing "I know who you are. Do not try and use your work me..." She says politely
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 guess I have a question.." he points to where Shade is taking glances at her and to where Mary is "I guess I'm assuming but are you polyamorus? I smell mostly you on that woman over there and that one, the cat, keeps looking at you like she might be given gold if you talk to her so I guess I'm a bit confused because you wrote this very sweet note but.. I don't know." He shrugs, his ears lowering a bit like he's nervous.
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 shakes her head "nevermind..."
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
Dracula sighs “Of course, another person thinks that I want his soul. I don’t need another soul. I dont care if his soul is yours, you can keep it for all I care. I’m just offering vampireism.”
The Writer chuckles "He is embued with me and a god of chaos! Why would he need you?" He asks, chuckling "Plus, Vampirism has horrible downsides."
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 scowls "fine. how is she ever going to like me?!"
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
"I'm not trying to psychoanalyze you. I'm just curious. I like hearing other peoples' dreams. I hope one day I'll have one of my own."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
She follows after him, smiling and sauntering all the way.
He hugs her “I’d say that’s no one fault other than ours, we decided to do the deed after all. I’d steal your heart again if I had the chance.”
"You don't have dreams? Dear gods.." she facepalms.
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 sighs “That sounds like you think you’re an expert in the subject, but you’re speaking with the king of vampires. I know how to deal with any issues, at this point, my existence is entirely benefits. And I’ve killed gods before, you don’t sound any special.”
"I do, but they aren't real ones. They aren't grandiose like they should be, and they change with the winds. I really just want a good crawfish boil right now, but that's not a dream. That's just a desire."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Really! Then what about water? Cleric's? Or maybe about not being allowed in area without consent? Or maybe holy items? Or the friggin sun?" He lists off, chuckling "All over, he would just have to stay in one place unless during night."
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
"You're bumming me out man." She folds her arms "Go get your crawfish boil, you need it apparently."
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