“Oh yeah, I’ve got some family there, but they don’t want to end up with me anymore. They all hate me now, but it doesn’t matter.” He takes another drag.
“Hm…that’s tough buddy, but that’s hell for you. Sometimes family is [GP]. Some of my elder half siblings are like that too, on a count of me only being half demon and not pure blood. I don’t let it get to me much though.” The shadling says, taking note of the cig. “Whatcha got their? Weed? Or something more unusual?”
“I don’t worry about it anymore, it’s been centuries and I’ve got the family I find. I’d rather be around people I like than people I’m related to.” He looks to the cig “I don’t remember, it’s something real heavy though.”
"That's good at least, found family can be something special." Noctis replies as he looks at the cig and sniffs the air. "Seems familiar, but way more potent then I have ever tried. You just smoke it for fun, or for someonther reason?"
“Helps me feel numb, as well as for fun.” He says, “My tolerance is so high I’ve got to try stuff that should just kill me.”
A mysterious salesman has appeared at the inn, hawking about a new product that revolutionizes golem technology.
"Mom? There's another one..." Domino says from a booth with a sigh. Saphuno approaches the salesman, clearly peeved. "Excuse me... Can I help you?"
"You're the owner of this fine establishment, I suppose? Don't worry, I have a peddler's permit" they reach into the pocket of their freshly pressed coat and pull an immaculate permit out
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
A mysterious salesman has appeared at the inn, hawking about a new product that revolutionizes golem technology.
"Mom? There's another one..." Domino says from a booth with a sigh. Saphuno approaches the salesman, clearly peeved. "Excuse me... Can I help you?"
"You're the owner of this fine establishment, I suppose? Don't worry, I have a peddler's permit" they reach into the pocket of their freshly pressed coat and pull an immaculate permit out
*no get lost*
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
“Oh yeah, I’ve got some family there, but they don’t want to end up with me anymore. They all hate me now, but it doesn’t matter.” He takes another drag.
“Hm…that’s tough buddy, but that’s hell for you. Sometimes family is [GP]. Some of my elder half siblings are like that too, on a count of me only being half demon and not pure blood. I don’t let it get to me much though.” The shadling says, taking note of the cig. “Whatcha got their? Weed? Or something more unusual?”
“I don’t worry about it anymore, it’s been centuries and I’ve got the family I find. I’d rather be around people I like than people I’m related to.” He looks to the cig “I don’t remember, it’s something real heavy though.”
"That's good at least, found family can be something special." Noctis replies as he looks at the cig and sniffs the air. "Seems familiar, but way more potent then I have ever tried. You just smoke it for fun, or for someonther reason?"
“Helps me feel numb, as well as for fun.” He says, “My tolerance is so high I’ve got to try stuff that should just kill me.”
"Fair. Well, I know sometimes such a state can leave one hungry. You got any recommendations for food joints to ry around here?"
“Oh yeah, I’ve got some family there, but they don’t want to end up with me anymore. They all hate me now, but it doesn’t matter.” He takes another drag.
“Hm…that’s tough buddy, but that’s hell for you. Sometimes family is [GP]. Some of my elder half siblings are like that too, on a count of me only being half demon and not pure blood. I don’t let it get to me much though.” The shadling says, taking note of the cig. “Whatcha got their? Weed? Or something more unusual?”
“I don’t worry about it anymore, it’s been centuries and I’ve got the family I find. I’d rather be around people I like than people I’m related to.” He looks to the cig “I don’t remember, it’s something real heavy though.”
"That's good at least, found family can be something special." Noctis replies as he looks at the cig and sniffs the air. "Seems familiar, but way more potent then I have ever tried. You just smoke it for fun, or for someonther reason?"
“Helps me feel numb, as well as for fun.” He says, “My tolerance is so high I’ve got to try stuff that should just kill me.”
"Fair. Well, I know sometimes such a state can leave one hungry. You got any recommendations for food joints to ry around here?"
“I haven’t found anything in a while, there’s probably something around here. I haven’t eaten in like ten months. I’m starting to feel hungry myself.0
A mysterious salesman has appeared at the inn, hawking about a new product that revolutionizes golem technology.
"Mom? There's another one..." Domino says from a booth with a sigh. Saphuno approaches the salesman, clearly peeved. "Excuse me... Can I help you?"
"You're the owner of this fine establishment, I suppose? Don't worry, I have a peddler's permit" they reach into the pocket of their freshly pressed coat and pull an immaculate permit out
*no get lost*
*I'm confused..*
"Doesn't matter if you have a permit, we have a strict 'No harassing the customers' policy. Sell your junk outside my Inn."
"Oh, but it's not junk! You see, I've made a breakthrough regarding golems. How would you like to have an assistant to help out at the inn? Maybe your son/daughter/child*i forgor* could use someone to talk to, someone who'd never stop listening?" their smooth salesman voice carries their pitch to you on a silver platter. "Well, I present to you, the dollem ~cough~name pending~cough~" He lifts a cloth up as if concealing something, and when he drops it, a human-like figure of baked clay is there. If it weren't for their unpainted appearance and visible joints, they could pass for a human, maybe.
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
“Helps me feel numb, as well as for fun.” He says, “My tolerance is so high I’ve got to try stuff that should just kill me.”
*Sell me whoever you wish to use.*
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
"Thanks! I think you're chill to." She chuckles.
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
“Sorry, I’m really baked right now, what’s your name again?”
"You're the owner of this fine establishment, I suppose? Don't worry, I have a peddler's permit" they reach into the pocket of their freshly pressed coat and pull an immaculate permit out
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
"Iris, like the flower." She chuckles.
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 chuckles, rubbing the back of his head “Oh yeah, I won’t forget again, love that flower.”
*no get lost*
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
*Salem?*
"Fair. Well, I know sometimes such a state can leave one hungry. You got any recommendations for food joints to ry around here?"
“I haven’t found anything in a while, there’s probably something around here. I haven’t eaten in like ten months. I’m starting to feel hungry myself.0
*No one in particular, maybe Saphuno because of what happened in Heaven with Damian, or maybe Domino and Antonio. Idk.*
"Oh, but it's not junk! You see, I've made a breakthrough regarding golems. How would you like to have an assistant to help out at the inn? Maybe your son/daughter/child*i forgor* could use someone to talk to, someone who'd never stop listening?" their smooth salesman voice carries their pitch to you on a silver platter. "Well, I present to you, the dollem ~cough~name pending~cough~" He lifts a cloth up as if concealing something, and when he drops it, a human-like figure of baked clay is there. If it weren't for their unpainted appearance and visible joints, they could pass for a human, maybe.
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
Antonio, or at least the god of thunder and lightning that seems to possess Antonio, walks into the bar, looking like he has just left a storm.
Damian walks through the snow and cold, shivering from his poor clothing choices. He sits next to her, not yet saying anything.
Victor watches, blowing smoke as he gets himself high as a kite.