“Yes but I don’t want you to get sexually assaulted which is what was going to happen so please keep yourself safe. Or I’ll do it for you, if you’re not willing.”
He nods "Thanks." He crumples a sheet with some writing on it and throws it towards a trash bin.
"So what if I am. I've been before! More drugs, more drinking to get rid of those memories just like my patron got rid of me!!"
“What did it say?” He asks, watching the paper fall.
Riotan sighs and thinks for a moment, his eyes full of sadness. “…okay. I don’t think I can make you rethink things. But I can make you an offer. I become your patron. No returns, nothing asked of you. Just me helping you out.”
"Mostly a story of a man looking for truth in a world of lies... Something that's been written before." He sighs.
".." she is suddenly quiet, her eyes welling up with tears "I-I don't know.."
“Things don’t have to be wholly original to be good. Take Kurt Vonnegut’s “Player Piano”. He stated verbatim that he ripped the plot off from “Brave New World”, but it’s still an excellent novel…”
“Take your time to decide. I want to help you, and I think I can do a lot for you.” He smiles earnestly at her.
"I suppose but at the same time it feels like I have to make something completely new." He sighs.
"..." She hugs herself, a bit confused considering the drugs and alcohol.
“Why do you feel that way?”
”Maybe take some time to sober up and mull it over. But I ought to get you back to somewhere safe.”
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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.
“Yes but I don’t want you to get sexually assaulted which is what was going to happen so please keep yourself safe. Or I’ll do it for you, if you’re not willing.”
He nods "Thanks." He crumples a sheet with some writing on it and throws it towards a trash bin.
"So what if I am. I've been before! More drugs, more drinking to get rid of those memories just like my patron got rid of me!!"
“What did it say?” He asks, watching the paper fall.
Riotan sighs and thinks for a moment, his eyes full of sadness. “…okay. I don’t think I can make you rethink things. But I can make you an offer. I become your patron. No returns, nothing asked of you. Just me helping you out.”
"Mostly a story of a man looking for truth in a world of lies... Something that's been written before." He sighs.
".." she is suddenly quiet, her eyes welling up with tears "I-I don't know.."
“Things don’t have to be wholly original to be good. Take Kurt Vonnegut’s “Player Piano”. He stated verbatim that he ripped the plot off from “Brave New World”, but it’s still an excellent novel…”
“Take your time to decide. I want to help you, and I think I can do a lot for you.” He smiles earnestly at her.
"I suppose but at the same time it feels like I have to make something completely new." He sighs.
"..." She hugs herself, a bit confused considering the drugs and alcohol.
“Why do you feel that way?”
”Maybe take some time to sober up and mull it over. But I ought to get you back to somewhere safe.”
"Because it's meant to stand alone on its own but all writings are based off of someone's else's writing."
She allows herself to be moved by him, still hugging herself in a way to be calm.
“Yes but I don’t want you to get sexually assaulted which is what was going to happen so please keep yourself safe. Or I’ll do it for you, if you’re not willing.”
He nods "Thanks." He crumples a sheet with some writing on it and throws it towards a trash bin.
"So what if I am. I've been before! More drugs, more drinking to get rid of those memories just like my patron got rid of me!!"
“What did it say?” He asks, watching the paper fall.
Riotan sighs and thinks for a moment, his eyes full of sadness. “…okay. I don’t think I can make you rethink things. But I can make you an offer. I become your patron. No returns, nothing asked of you. Just me helping you out.”
"Mostly a story of a man looking for truth in a world of lies... Something that's been written before." He sighs.
".." she is suddenly quiet, her eyes welling up with tears "I-I don't know.."
“Things don’t have to be wholly original to be good. Take Kurt Vonnegut’s “Player Piano”. He stated verbatim that he ripped the plot off from “Brave New World”, but it’s still an excellent novel…”
“Take your time to decide. I want to help you, and I think I can do a lot for you.” He smiles earnestly at her.
"I suppose but at the same time it feels like I have to make something completely new." He sighs.
"..." She hugs herself, a bit confused considering the drugs and alcohol.
“Why do you feel that way?”
”Maybe take some time to sober up and mull it over. But I ought to get you back to somewhere safe.”
"Because it's meant to stand alone on its own but all writings are based off of someone's else's writing."
She allows herself to be moved by him, still hugging herself in a way to be calm.
“I see. The great struggle, is it not?”
He escorts her carefully back to the Lord’s Rest Inn.
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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.
“Yes but I don’t want you to get sexually assaulted which is what was going to happen so please keep yourself safe. Or I’ll do it for you, if you’re not willing.”
He nods "Thanks." He crumples a sheet with some writing on it and throws it towards a trash bin.
"So what if I am. I've been before! More drugs, more drinking to get rid of those memories just like my patron got rid of me!!"
“What did it say?” He asks, watching the paper fall.
Riotan sighs and thinks for a moment, his eyes full of sadness. “…okay. I don’t think I can make you rethink things. But I can make you an offer. I become your patron. No returns, nothing asked of you. Just me helping you out.”
"Mostly a story of a man looking for truth in a world of lies... Something that's been written before." He sighs.
".." she is suddenly quiet, her eyes welling up with tears "I-I don't know.."
“Things don’t have to be wholly original to be good. Take Kurt Vonnegut’s “Player Piano”. He stated verbatim that he ripped the plot off from “Brave New World”, but it’s still an excellent novel…”
“Take your time to decide. I want to help you, and I think I can do a lot for you.” He smiles earnestly at her.
"I suppose but at the same time it feels like I have to make something completely new." He sighs.
"..." She hugs herself, a bit confused considering the drugs and alcohol.
“Why do you feel that way?”
”Maybe take some time to sober up and mull it over. But I ought to get you back to somewhere safe.”
"Because it's meant to stand alone on its own but all writings are based off of someone's else's writing."
She allows herself to be moved by him, still hugging herself in a way to be calm.
“I see. The great struggle, is it not?”
He escorts her carefully back to the Lord’s Rest Inn.
"I suppose." He half shrugs and sighs.
She sits down on the sofa once there, curling up into herself.
“Yes but I don’t want you to get sexually assaulted which is what was going to happen so please keep yourself safe. Or I’ll do it for you, if you’re not willing.”
He nods "Thanks." He crumples a sheet with some writing on it and throws it towards a trash bin.
"So what if I am. I've been before! More drugs, more drinking to get rid of those memories just like my patron got rid of me!!"
“What did it say?” He asks, watching the paper fall.
Riotan sighs and thinks for a moment, his eyes full of sadness. “…okay. I don’t think I can make you rethink things. But I can make you an offer. I become your patron. No returns, nothing asked of you. Just me helping you out.”
"Mostly a story of a man looking for truth in a world of lies... Something that's been written before." He sighs.
".." she is suddenly quiet, her eyes welling up with tears "I-I don't know.."
“Things don’t have to be wholly original to be good. Take Kurt Vonnegut’s “Player Piano”. He stated verbatim that he ripped the plot off from “Brave New World”, but it’s still an excellent novel…”
“Take your time to decide. I want to help you, and I think I can do a lot for you.” He smiles earnestly at her.
"I suppose but at the same time it feels like I have to make something completely new." He sighs.
"..." She hugs herself, a bit confused considering the drugs and alcohol.
“Why do you feel that way?”
”Maybe take some time to sober up and mull it over. But I ought to get you back to somewhere safe.”
"Because it's meant to stand alone on its own but all writings are based off of someone's else's writing."
She allows herself to be moved by him, still hugging herself in a way to be calm.
“I see. The great struggle, is it not?”
He escorts her carefully back to the Lord’s Rest Inn.
"I suppose." He half shrugs and sighs.
She sits down on the sofa once there, curling up into herself.
“Inspiration is an elusive treasure, and it tarnishes the moment you find it.”
Rio sits next to her, keeping a close eye on her.
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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.
“Yes but I don’t want you to get sexually assaulted which is what was going to happen so please keep yourself safe. Or I’ll do it for you, if you’re not willing.”
He nods "Thanks." He crumples a sheet with some writing on it and throws it towards a trash bin.
"So what if I am. I've been before! More drugs, more drinking to get rid of those memories just like my patron got rid of me!!"
“What did it say?” He asks, watching the paper fall.
Riotan sighs and thinks for a moment, his eyes full of sadness. “…okay. I don’t think I can make you rethink things. But I can make you an offer. I become your patron. No returns, nothing asked of you. Just me helping you out.”
"Mostly a story of a man looking for truth in a world of lies... Something that's been written before." He sighs.
".." she is suddenly quiet, her eyes welling up with tears "I-I don't know.."
“Things don’t have to be wholly original to be good. Take Kurt Vonnegut’s “Player Piano”. He stated verbatim that he ripped the plot off from “Brave New World”, but it’s still an excellent novel…”
“Take your time to decide. I want to help you, and I think I can do a lot for you.” He smiles earnestly at her.
"I suppose but at the same time it feels like I have to make something completely new." He sighs.
"..." She hugs herself, a bit confused considering the drugs and alcohol.
“Why do you feel that way?”
”Maybe take some time to sober up and mull it over. But I ought to get you back to somewhere safe.”
"Because it's meant to stand alone on its own but all writings are based off of someone's else's writing."
She allows herself to be moved by him, still hugging herself in a way to be calm.
“I see. The great struggle, is it not?”
He escorts her carefully back to the Lord’s Rest Inn.
"I suppose." He half shrugs and sighs.
She sits down on the sofa once there, curling up into herself.
“Inspiration is an elusive treasure, and it tarnishes the moment you find it.”
Rio sits next to her, keeping a close eye on her.
"Mn..' he nods and runs his hand through his hair, leaning on his elbow.
*AUGHHHHH [flees like a panicked small mammal]*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*NO NO SIR, YOU NEED INSURANCE ON YOUR CAR!*
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 DON’T HAVE A CAR, ALL I DO IS SCAMPER*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*YOU NEED INSURANCE ON YOUR SCAMPER!!!*
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
*Scamper insurance fraud is surprisingly easy*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*I will provide you with the lowest rates thoooo!*
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
*too low for my tastes. if it’s so cheap, how can i trust it?*
*anyhow, wanna rp?*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Becuz I is good little insurance goblin.*
*Yesh I do.*
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
*fair enough. do you accept lead cylinders or One Piece money?*
*wanna start a new one or continue the Scott and Anna stuff*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Only dice!!!*
*Uhhh let's continue .*
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
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Because it's meant to stand alone on its own but all writings are based off of someone's else's writing."
She allows herself to be moved by him, still hugging herself in a way to be calm.
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. The great struggle, is it not?”
He escorts her carefully back to the Lord’s Rest Inn.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"I suppose." He half shrugs and sighs.
She sits down on the sofa once there, curling up into herself.
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
“Inspiration is an elusive treasure, and it tarnishes the moment you find it.”
Rio sits next to her, keeping a close eye on her.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Mn..' he nods and runs his hand through his hair, leaning on his elbow.
She seems to fall asleep somewhat through.
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
*cut*
“But for you, perhaps it might be better to simply go to sleep…” He recommends.
Riotan keeps his eyes on her as she slumbers, not needing to blink.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Sorry for disappearing.*
"I suppose but I can't sleep, that's the issue." He chuckles.
After an hour or so, she wakes up and blinks, a headache stabbing her head.
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
*no problem bro, i was away too getting chick-fil-a*
“I could aid you magically if you like.” He takes out his journal.
Rio smiles kindly at her. “Can I get you anything?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Morning y’all.*