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 Tabaxi, about 5'2 which is rather short for their species, walks along the path. They carry a travelers back that is packed full of something. A length of rope in on one side while on the other is a collapsible tent. They appear to be around the species of the Scottish fold, with short grey fur and a extremely long tail that is longer than their body. They wear a black crop top and a brown leather jacket with fleece lining and a pair of black shorts. They wear multiple items of wooden jewelry that seems to be hand carved.
Following along behind them is a slightly taller Tabaxi, standing at 5'4 with a wide and slightly heavy set stature. He carries a medium sized pouch, with a leather messenger bag strung over his shoulder. He appears to be a member of the Bobtail species with mid length, light brown fur and a short tail. He wears a backwards hat, a black trenchcoat over a shirt that says "Power Word: Thrill" In aggressive letters, as well as black cargo pants and combat boots.
The smaller one grins "Where ya thinking we should set up?" They ask, grinning, their tail flicking about.
Zephyr rubs the underside of his chin, purring with thought. Shortly after, he points to a small clearing.
"Good idea!" They chirp and walk over, setting down their pack with a thud "Man, if I knew we'd be hauling all this, I would've put all my points in strength" they joke.
Zephyr nods, beginning to set up the tent, but not before miming building a wagon.
"Awww (GP) riiiight, this is why your the smart one man." They chuckle
A Tabaxi, about 5'2 which is rather short for their species, walks along the path. They carry a travelers back that is packed full of something. A length of rope in on one side while on the other is a collapsible tent. They appear to be around the species of the Scottish fold, with short grey fur and an extremely long tail that is longer than their body. They wear a black crop top and a brown leather jacket with fleece lining and a pair of black shorts. They wear multiple items of wooden jewelry that seems to be hand carved.
Loriche is working on building the frame for a new siege engine, and the process is a very loud one.
They raise a brow, their fur bristling a bit
Loriche is absorbed in the Leichttraktor-like design, bolting the supports on.
They walk over and silently crouch down beside them "Hey, whatcha doing?"
“Oh hi!” She cranes her neck to look around and down at him. “Making a war machine.”
They chuckle "Why?'
“To blow up my friend’s house.” She answers nonchalantly.
"Why man? Why you gotta harsh the vibes like that?"
“No, no, the house is evil. It’s, like, alive. And it won’t let him leave.”
"Okay, sure. I've tripped before but you're just crazy crazy.' they shrug and chuckles.
*seeing as how Saphuno was supposed to my therapist character, and jester was just too charming with Damian, I have a gift for you guys. In the spirit of the chilly season, I give you this milf, with a policy of non-exclusivity. (edit: as in, she is willing to help and care for anybody, not truly interested in a romantic or sexual life, just making people feel loved. [also, pillow momma, super cuddly])*
It's been a few weeks since the destruction of the public garden, and now, within the boundaries of it, it seems as if a small, winter wonderland town has formed. It snows constantly within this square 2 1/2 mile area, and it seems like a small and cozy hideaway.
In the direct middle of the town, there is a large igloo that sports an open sign at the entrance. Those brave enough to enter pass into the threshold of a cozy cafe, run by a tall polar bear woman, with chubbiness to rival Saphuno's own. She seems approachable, and has a friendly look in her blue, slightly dull eyes.
*this shall not be buried.*
Riotan strides inside, moving slowly and gingerly as though his joints are sore. He seems irritated and bored.
"Hello, little one" Yuki says gently, adjusting her glasses. "Welcome to Aspen Cafe."
Riotan squints at her. “Oh. That’s what this place is?”
"Yes, child. Do you not know how to read, or have you injured your head, perhaps?" She says, tilting her head, concerned.
“I can read! I just didn’t look at the sign…”
"Okay, hun, no need to shout." She says softly, smiling at him. "Can I get you anything? Or, maybe you need to talk, and be held?"
Rio blinks and grimaces. “Alright ma’am, I don’t know what you’ve got going on, but I’m not some degenerate with mother issues.”
"You look like you've had a rough day, sweetie. I never claimed you were, but, it's my job to oversee anybody who enters Aspen Cafe, to make sure they're comfy, and relaxed. Bagel?" She says, gesturing to a display case full of baked goods.
“Maybe I’ve had a bad day, maybe I haven’t. What does it matter to you?” Riotan sounds like a sullen and sulky nine-year-old right now.
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
A Tabaxi, about 5'2 which is rather short for their species, walks along the path. They carry a travelers back that is packed full of something. A length of rope in on one side while on the other is a collapsible tent. They appear to be around the species of the Scottish fold, with short grey fur and an extremely long tail that is longer than their body. They wear a black crop top and a brown leather jacket with fleece lining and a pair of black shorts. They wear multiple items of wooden jewelry that seems to be hand carved.
Loriche is working on building the frame for a new siege engine, and the process is a very loud one.
They raise a brow, their fur bristling a bit
Loriche is absorbed in the Leichttraktor-like design, bolting the supports on.
They walk over and silently crouch down beside them "Hey, whatcha doing?"
“Oh hi!” She cranes her neck to look around and down at him. “Making a war machine.”
They chuckle "Why?'
“To blow up my friend’s house.” She answers nonchalantly.
"Why man? Why you gotta harsh the vibes like that?"
“No, no, the house is evil. It’s, like, alive. And it won’t let him leave.”
"Okay, sure. I've tripped before but you're just crazy crazy.' they shrug and chuckles.
“I’m not crazy! It’s magic, you know? Bad magic!”
"Ya just sound crazy lady."
“Oh yeah? ...do you mean the magic part or the house part? ‘Cause I can prove both of ‘em if you let me.”
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
A Tabaxi, about 5'2 which is rather short for their species, walks along the path. They carry a travelers back that is packed full of something. A length of rope in on one side while on the other is a collapsible tent. They appear to be around the species of the Scottish fold, with short grey fur and a extremely long tail that is longer than their body. They wear a black crop top and a brown leather jacket with fleece lining and a pair of black shorts. They wear multiple items of wooden jewelry that seems to be hand carved.
Following along behind them is a slightly taller Tabaxi, standing at 5'4 with a wide and slightly heavy set stature. He carries a medium sized pouch, with a leather messenger bag strung over his shoulder. He appears to be a member of the Bobtail species with mid length, light brown fur and a short tail. He wears a backwards hat, a black trenchcoat over a shirt that says "Power Word: Thrill" In aggressive letters, as well as black cargo pants and combat boots.
The smaller one grins "Where ya thinking we should set up?" They ask, grinning, their tail flicking about.
Zephyr rubs the underside of his chin, purring with thought. Shortly after, he points to a small clearing.
"Good idea!" They chirp and walk over, setting down their pack with a thud "Man, if I knew we'd be hauling all this, I would've put all my points in strength" they joke.
Zephyr nods, beginning to set up the tent, but not before miming building a wagon.
"Awww (GP) riiiight, this is why your the smart one man." They chuckle
He points to his head, tapping it twice before getting back to building the tent.
They chuckle and begins to pull out multiple boxes from inside the bag.
A Tabaxi, about 5'2 which is rather short for their species, walks along the path. They carry a travelers back that is packed full of something. A length of rope in on one side while on the other is a collapsible tent. They appear to be around the species of the Scottish fold, with short grey fur and an extremely long tail that is longer than their body. They wear a black crop top and a brown leather jacket with fleece lining and a pair of black shorts. They wear multiple items of wooden jewelry that seems to be hand carved.
Loriche is working on building the frame for a new siege engine, and the process is a very loud one.
They raise a brow, their fur bristling a bit
Loriche is absorbed in the Leichttraktor-like design, bolting the supports on.
They walk over and silently crouch down beside them "Hey, whatcha doing?"
“Oh hi!” She cranes her neck to look around and down at him. “Making a war machine.”
They chuckle "Why?'
“To blow up my friend’s house.” She answers nonchalantly.
"Why man? Why you gotta harsh the vibes like that?"
“No, no, the house is evil. It’s, like, alive. And it won’t let him leave.”
"Okay, sure. I've tripped before but you're just crazy crazy.' they shrug and chuckles.
“I’m not crazy! It’s magic, you know? Bad magic!”
"Ya just sound crazy lady."
“Oh yeah? ...do you mean the magic part or the house part? ‘Cause I can prove both of ‘em if you let me.”
"Both girls." They said "But I stand down, I've seen (GP)"
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
*seeing as how Saphuno was supposed to my therapist character, and jester was just too charming with Damian, I have a gift for you guys. In the spirit of the chilly season, I give you this milf, with a policy of non-exclusivity. (edit: as in, she is willing to help and care for anybody, not truly interested in a romantic or sexual life, just making people feel loved. [also, pillow momma, super cuddly])*
It's been a few weeks since the destruction of the public garden, and now, within the boundaries of it, it seems as if a small, winter wonderland town has formed. It snows constantly within this square 2 1/2 mile area, and it seems like a small and cozy hideaway.
In the direct middle of the town, there is a large igloo that sports an open sign at the entrance. Those brave enough to enter pass into the threshold of a cozy cafe, run by a tall polar bear woman, with chubbiness to rival Saphuno's own. She seems approachable, and has a friendly look in her blue, slightly dull eyes.
*this shall not be buried.*
Riotan strides inside, moving slowly and gingerly as though his joints are sore. He seems irritated and bored.
"Hello, little one" Yuki says gently, adjusting her glasses. "Welcome to Aspen Cafe."
Riotan squints at her. “Oh. That’s what this place is?”
"Yes, child. Do you not know how to read, or have you injured your head, perhaps?" She says, tilting her head, concerned.
“I can read! I just didn’t look at the sign…”
"Okay, hun, no need to shout." She says softly, smiling at him. "Can I get you anything? Or, maybe you need to talk, and be held?"
Rio blinks and grimaces. “Alright ma’am, I don’t know what you’ve got going on, but I’m not some degenerate with mother issues.”
"You look like you've had a rough day, sweetie. I never claimed you were, but, it's my job to oversee anybody who enters Aspen Cafe, to make sure they're comfy, and relaxed. Bagel?" She says, gesturing to a display case full of baked goods.
“Maybe I’ve had a bad day, maybe I haven’t. What does it matter to you?” Riotan sounds like a sullen and sulky nine-year-old right now.
"What matters is you're not allowed to sulk in my cafe, not without being consoled." She says, walking over to him, squating down to his height.
*how tall is she?*
“Then I’ll go!” He hurriedly turns to leave before he’s forced to consider his feelings.
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
A Tabaxi, about 5'2 which is rather short for their species, walks along the path. They carry a travelers back that is packed full of something. A length of rope in on one side while on the other is a collapsible tent. They appear to be around the species of the Scottish fold, with short grey fur and a extremely long tail that is longer than their body. They wear a black crop top and a brown leather jacket with fleece lining and a pair of black shorts. They wear multiple items of wooden jewelry that seems to be hand carved.
Following along behind them is a slightly taller Tabaxi, standing at 5'4 with a wide and slightly heavy set stature. He carries a medium sized pouch, with a leather messenger bag strung over his shoulder. He appears to be a member of the Bobtail species with mid length, light brown fur and a short tail. He wears a backwards hat, a black trenchcoat over a shirt that says "Power Word: Thrill" In aggressive letters, as well as black cargo pants and combat boots.
The smaller one grins "Where ya thinking we should set up?" They ask, grinning, their tail flicking about.
Zephyr rubs the underside of his chin, purring with thought. Shortly after, he points to a small clearing.
"Good idea!" They chirp and walk over, setting down their pack with a thud "Man, if I knew we'd be hauling all this, I would've put all my points in strength" they joke.
Zephyr nods, beginning to set up the tent, but not before miming building a wagon.
"Awww (GP) riiiight, this is why your the smart one man." They chuckle
He points to his head, tapping it twice before getting back to building the tent.
They chuckle and begins to pull out multiple boxes from inside the bag.
Soon, the tent has been assembled, and is most definitely bigger than it should be.
They grin, setting up a small fire with a fancy, bedazzled lighter "Looks good!!"
A Tabaxi, about 5'2 which is rather short for their species, walks along the path. They carry a travelers back that is packed full of something. A length of rope in on one side while on the other is a collapsible tent. They appear to be around the species of the Scottish fold, with short grey fur and an extremely long tail that is longer than their body. They wear a black crop top and a brown leather jacket with fleece lining and a pair of black shorts. They wear multiple items of wooden jewelry that seems to be hand carved.
Loriche is working on building the frame for a new siege engine, and the process is a very loud one.
They raise a brow, their fur bristling a bit
Loriche is absorbed in the Leichttraktor-like design, bolting the supports on.
They walk over and silently crouch down beside them "Hey, whatcha doing?"
“Oh hi!” She cranes her neck to look around and down at him. “Making a war machine.”
They chuckle "Why?'
“To blow up my friend’s house.” She answers nonchalantly.
"Why man? Why you gotta harsh the vibes like that?"
“No, no, the house is evil. It’s, like, alive. And it won’t let him leave.”
"Okay, sure. I've tripped before but you're just crazy crazy.' they shrug and chuckles.
“I’m not crazy! It’s magic, you know? Bad magic!”
"Ya just sound crazy lady."
“Oh yeah? ...do you mean the magic part or the house part? ‘Cause I can prove both of ‘em if you let me.”
"Both girls." They said "But I stand down, I've seen (GP)"
Loriche hops off of the frame and lands on the ground with a clang. “Say, how’d you know I was a woman to begin with?”
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
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 Tabaxi, about 5'2 which is rather short for their species, walks along the path. They carry a travelers back that is packed full of something. A length of rope in on one side while on the other is a collapsible tent. They appear to be around the species of the Scottish fold, with short grey fur and an extremely long tail that is longer than their body. They wear a black crop top and a brown leather jacket with fleece lining and a pair of black shorts. They wear multiple items of wooden jewelry that seems to be hand carved.
Loriche is working on building the frame for a new siege engine, and the process is a very loud one.
They raise a brow, their fur bristling a bit
Loriche is absorbed in the Leichttraktor-like design, bolting the supports on.
They walk over and silently crouch down beside them "Hey, whatcha doing?"
“Oh hi!” She cranes her neck to look around and down at him. “Making a war machine.”
They chuckle "Why?'
“To blow up my friend’s house.” She answers nonchalantly.
"Why man? Why you gotta harsh the vibes like that?"
“No, no, the house is evil. It’s, like, alive. And it won’t let him leave.”
"Okay, sure. I've tripped before but you're just crazy crazy.' they shrug and chuckles.
“I’m not crazy! It’s magic, you know? Bad magic!”
"Ya just sound crazy lady."
“Oh yeah? ...do you mean the magic part or the house part? ‘Cause I can prove both of ‘em if you let me.”
"Both girls." They said "But I stand down, I've seen (GP)"
Loriche hops off of the frame and lands on the ground with a clang. “Say, how’d you know I was a woman to begin with?”
"You smell the same as me and different compared to other males."
(about to play subnautica. 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
"Awww (GP) riiiight, this is why your the smart one man." They chuckle
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
"Ya just sound crazy lady."
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
“Maybe I’ve had a bad day, maybe I haven’t. What does it matter to you?” Riotan sounds like a sullen and sulky nine-year-old right now.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“Oh yeah? ...do you mean the magic part or the house part? ‘Cause I can prove both of ‘em if you let me.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
They chuckle and begins to pull out multiple boxes from inside the bag.
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
"Both girls." They said "But I stand down, I've seen (GP)"
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 want to rp wendo)
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
*Sure*
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 tall is she?*
“Then I’ll go!” He hurriedly turns to leave before he’s forced to consider his feelings.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
They grin, setting up a small fire with a fancy, bedazzled lighter "Looks 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
Loriche hops off of the frame and lands on the ground with a clang. “Say, how’d you know I was a woman to begin with?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
(can i have xan)
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
"You smell the same as me and different compared to other males."
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
Xan is lying in his room, smoking
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