She kisses him back, cackling madly. She snuggles against him happily.
Arthur smiles "Howdy Merabelle. How're ya?"
He finishes his drink, beginning to help her with poker, his arms over her shoulders, wrapping around her head. His pokerface is better, his luck is much worse.
Merabelle turns down to look at Arthur "Oh hey Arthur, doin' good. How ya doin' sweetheart?"
William is inside the tavern kitchen, using it despite not being allowed to. He is putting together what appears to be a series of cranberry and walnut muffins, listening to the radio as he does. He folds his arms, staring at them as if they will bear the burden of his frustration but they are muffins, they can't do that.
Samaritan is outside, having a smoke. He leaned against the tavern in its entirety, being a good 15 ft tall, a very large cigar in hand. He lights with a flick of his fingers and exhales a cloud of smoke.
Stroth is napping in her room, face down in a pillow with no blankets on her. The door is open just in case someone needs her for any reason.
William is met with Saphuno and Xavier. She looks quite upset, while Xavier is holding a massive spoon, seemingly unable to control his movements as he jitters around slightly. "Excuse me, who are you?"
Zephyr is leaned against a tree not too far away from him, snickering as he puffs a joint and watches the "giant" smoke.
A few small objects fall to the ground here and there, nothing breakable.
He turns to look at her "Oh hey, sorry.. kinda needed to bake something to get my mind off of things."
She kisses him back, cackling madly. She snuggles against him happily.
Arthur smiles "Howdy Merabelle. How're ya?"
He finishes his drink, beginning to help her with poker, his arms over her shoulders, wrapping around her head. His pokerface is better, his luck is much worse.
Merabelle turns down to look at Arthur "Oh hey Arthur, doin' good. How ya doin' sweetheart?"
She snickers and purposely fails multiple times so he can win.
"Tired.. but that's nothing new." He snorts, chuckling.
She dances a little harder. "Oh, don't worry! We'll find something for you to do! Do you have any hobbies?"
He slips the sleeve on a pure white mug and fills it with hot black coffee. He walks over and sets it on a paper coaster with the Umbrew logo on it. "Thank you for your order, Walter."
He nods, walking over to them “Not many, I haven’t had much time to explore my interests.”
He takes the drink, not waiting for it to cool, drinking it while it’s hot, keeping the pleasant smile on his face. Putting the empty cup down and offering them a gold “Thank you for your service, would this suffice?”
She jumps, and a skateboard appears beneath her feet. She holds out a hand for him to get onto it as well. "Well, you have plenty of time now, sonny!"
He pushes it back, chuckling. "For this, you could buy 100 black coffees. One copper, please."
She kisses him back, cackling madly. She snuggles against him happily.
Arthur smiles "Howdy Merabelle. How're ya?"
He finishes his drink, beginning to help her with poker, his arms over her shoulders, wrapping around her head. His pokerface is better, his luck is much worse.
Merabelle turns down to look at Arthur "Oh hey Arthur, doin' good. How ya doin' sweetheart?"
She snickers and purposely fails multiple times so he can win.
"Tired.. but that's nothing new." He snorts, chuckling.
He chuckles, his eyes too heavy for him to keep playing after a bit, smiling wide.
She nods “Sure ain’t, ya here cause ya heard lil Sparrow was havin’ family troubles too?”
She kisses him back, cackling madly. She snuggles against him happily.
Arthur smiles "Howdy Merabelle. How're ya?"
He finishes his drink, beginning to help her with poker, his arms over her shoulders, wrapping around her head. His pokerface is better, his luck is much worse.
Merabelle turns down to look at Arthur "Oh hey Arthur, doin' good. How ya doin' sweetheart?"
She snickers and purposely fails multiple times so he can win.
"Tired.. but that's nothing new." He snorts, chuckling.
He chuckles, his eyes too heavy for him to keep playing after a bit, smiling wide.
She nods “Sure ain’t, ya here cause ya heard lil Sparrow was havin’ family troubles too?”
She hugs him, grinning "Love you..." She mumbles.
"Yep, you know me... Always sticking my nose where is don't belong." He shrugs.
"You better smoke it, too!" He chuckles, leaning against a tree and letting out a low whistle.
"Aw, shucks. You got a fever, or are ya lovesick?" She chuckles, sitting down at the water. "Nah, but serious. I'm glad I saw ya, you reminded me about my prayer duties."
She jumps back, clearly surprised, and scared enough to shrink back down to her little form. "Pf.. Uh- Hey! Not f-fair.." She crosses her arms, huffing.
"I'm not gonna let you beat yourself up like this. I made food, you're eating it. And then we're gonna cuddle because I said so. I hate seeing you like this..."
He cackles “You bet I will, I’m not wasting this!” He stretches his shoulders, popping slightly.
She nods, speaking softly “Yeah, it’s what I do.” They look into the water as to not get any redder than they already are “I don’t know who to follow, so a pray for something to show.”
He smiles wide, much more confident in this form than he normally is, leaning on his warhammer and looking into her eyes “Completely fair.”
He sighs “Fine, but only because I love you more than I hate myself.” He says, letting himself be carried away. (I love playing Damian, I just get to be a house husband and it’s great.)
She dances a little harder. "Oh, don't worry! We'll find something for you to do! Do you have any hobbies?"
He slips the sleeve on a pure white mug and fills it with hot black coffee. He walks over and sets it on a paper coaster with the Umbrew logo on it. "Thank you for your order, Walter."
He nods, walking over to them “Not many, I haven’t had much time to explore my interests.”
He takes the drink, not waiting for it to cool, drinking it while it’s hot, keeping the pleasant smile on his face. Putting the empty cup down and offering them a gold “Thank you for your service, would this suffice?”
She jumps, and a skateboard appears beneath her feet. She holds out a hand for him to get onto it as well. "Well, you have plenty of time now, sonny!"
He pushes it back, chuckling. "For this, you could buy 100 black coffees. One copper, please."
He takes their hand, sheathing his sword on his back, the chain magically extending. He gets on the skateboard.
He sighs “This isn’t for the coffee alone, it’s also for your fabulous service, fast, effective, and delicious. You should take it sir.”
She kisses him back, cackling madly. She snuggles against him happily.
Arthur smiles "Howdy Merabelle. How're ya?"
He finishes his drink, beginning to help her with poker, his arms over her shoulders, wrapping around her head. His pokerface is better, his luck is much worse.
Merabelle turns down to look at Arthur "Oh hey Arthur, doin' good. How ya doin' sweetheart?"
She snickers and purposely fails multiple times so he can win.
"Tired.. but that's nothing new." He snorts, chuckling.
He chuckles, his eyes too heavy for him to keep playing after a bit, smiling wide.
She nods “Sure ain’t, ya here cause ya heard lil Sparrow was havin’ family troubles too?”
She hugs him, grinning "Love you..." She mumbles.
"Yep, you know me... Always sticking my nose where is don't belong." He shrugs.
He weakly hugs her back, “Love… you… more.” He says groggily.
She chuckles “That ain’t anythin’ new either, but yer good for it.” She says slapping his back with her strong arms.
She jumps, and a skateboard appears beneath her feet. She holds out a hand for him to get onto it as well. "Well, you have plenty of time now, sonny!"
He pushes it back, chuckling. "For this, you could buy 100 black coffees. One copper, please."
He takes their hand, sheathing his sword on his back, the chain magically extending. He gets on the skateboard.
He sighs “This isn’t for the coffee alone, it’s also for your fabulous service, fast, effective, and delicious. You should take it sir.”
"Here we go, Jimbo!" She kicks along the ground, gaining speed... until the skateboard begins to fly through the clouds. "Yeeeeee-Haw!!!" They can see the entire town from up there. "Wanna see me do a kickflip?" She calls, trying to make her voice heard over the biting winds.
"An entire gold for good service?" He picks it up, a bit confused. He drops it in his vest pocket. "Well, thank you. This means quite a bit to me."
"Looking good as ever. Got enough money for a new place yet?"
She reaches a paw into the water, saying a few words of prayer and withdrawing it, using her wet finger to draw an 'X' on her shoulder. "We follow the Water and the All-Mother. Though, those aren't our words for them."
She sticks her tongue out at him and stands up, transforming again.
"Why do you hate yourself this time, sweetie?" She says, opening the Tavern door and walking through.
He chuckles “Of course I did, I always catch my man in the end, just look at you for example.”
She nods again, “Really? I had never thought of it… but if everything has a god, than someone somewhere must have at least worshipped them once.” She says, curious.
He beams at her “Love you too Domino.” He spins his hammer in his hands like a staff.
He huffs “Baby, don’t worry about me, I’m going to eat, we’re going to cuddle, and we can forget about all of this.” His eyes begin glowing, his chest warming up.
"I see. Do you wanna talk about it? Maybe somewhere warmer?"
*lol*
"Yes... That'd be nice." He stands up slowly, ready to follow them.
He leads Cyvus to the mostly empty coffee shop, seating him in a big, soft corner booth. The place is nice and cozy, with dim lighting and the sounds and smells of the coffee machines filling the air as thw pale light of winter shines through the large, insulated window. "So, what's up, bud?"
She jumps, and a skateboard appears beneath her feet. She holds out a hand for him to get onto it as well. "Well, you have plenty of time now, sonny!"
He pushes it back, chuckling. "For this, you could buy 100 black coffees. One copper, please."
He takes their hand, sheathing his sword on his back, the chain magically extending. He gets on the skateboard.
He sighs “This isn’t for the coffee alone, it’s also for your fabulous service, fast, effective, and delicious. You should take it sir.”
"Here we go, Jimbo!" She kicks along the ground, gaining speed... until the skateboard begins to fly through the clouds. "Yeeeeee-Haw!!!" They can see the entire town from up there. "Wanna see me do a kickflip?" She calls, trying to make her voice heard over the biting winds.
"An entire gold for good service?" He picks it up, a bit confused. He drops it in his vest pocket. "Well, thank you. This means quite a bit to me."
He nods, smiling, an expression you wouldn’t expect to see on a man like him, but he finds the ride completely exhilarating, his canines surprisingly sharp, matching his strange eyes.
Walter clasps his hands together “Think of it as insurance, it insures that next time I come here, my patronage will be valued, it is worth more to show great kindness that great cruelty.”
He turns to look at her "Oh hey, sorry.. kinda needed to bake something to get my mind off of things."
Samaritan watches and chuckles "Four-Twenty?"
She looks up, snorting a bit as she wakes.
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
She snickers and purposely fails multiple times so he can win.
"Tired.. but that's nothing new." He snorts, chuckling.
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
She jumps, and a skateboard appears beneath her feet. She holds out a hand for him to get onto it as well. "Well, you have plenty of time now, sonny!"
He pushes it back, chuckling. "For this, you could buy 100 black coffees. One copper, please."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He chuckles, his eyes too heavy for him to keep playing after a bit, smiling wide.
She nods “Sure ain’t, ya here cause ya heard lil Sparrow was havin’ family troubles too?”
She hugs him, grinning "Love you..." She mumbles.
"Yep, you know me... Always sticking my nose where is don't belong." He shrugs.
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
*Oh, yeah! I kinda forgot his name.*
"I see. Do you wanna talk about it? Maybe somewhere warmer?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He cackles “You bet I will, I’m not wasting this!” He stretches his shoulders, popping slightly.
She nods, speaking softly “Yeah, it’s what I do.” They look into the water as to not get any redder than they already are “I don’t know who to follow, so a pray for something to show.”
He smiles wide, much more confident in this form than he normally is, leaning on his warhammer and looking into her eyes “Completely fair.”
He sighs “Fine, but only because I love you more than I hate myself.” He says, letting himself be carried away. (I love playing Damian, I just get to be a house husband and it’s great.)
He takes their hand, sheathing his sword on his back, the chain magically extending. He gets on the skateboard.
He sighs “This isn’t for the coffee alone, it’s also for your fabulous service, fast, effective, and delicious. You should take it sir.”
He weakly hugs her back, “Love… you… more.” He says groggily.
She chuckles “That ain’t anythin’ new either, but yer good for it.” She says slapping his back with her strong arms.
"Here we go, Jimbo!" She kicks along the ground, gaining speed... until the skateboard begins to fly through the clouds. "Yeeeeee-Haw!!!" They can see the entire town from up there. "Wanna see me do a kickflip?" She calls, trying to make her voice heard over the biting winds.
"An entire gold for good service?" He picks it up, a bit confused. He drops it in his vest pocket. "Well, thank you. This means quite a bit to me."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He chuckles “Of course I did, I always catch my man in the end, just look at you for example.”
She nods again, “Really? I had never thought of it… but if everything has a god, than someone somewhere must have at least worshipped them once.” She says, curious.
He beams at her “Love you too Domino.” He spins his hammer in his hands like a staff.
He huffs “Baby, don’t worry about me, I’m going to eat, we’re going to cuddle, and we can forget about all of this.” His eyes begin glowing, his chest warming up.
*I is back*
Omori is asleep on the roof of the Inn, still tired from her final duel with the Seer. Being the Eyeless Traitor took a lot of her energy.
KK is back at her studio, looking over all the drawings and paintings she has made.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
He leads Cyvus to the mostly empty coffee shop, seating him in a big, soft corner booth. The place is nice and cozy, with dim lighting and the sounds and smells of the coffee machines filling the air as thw pale light of winter shines through the large, insulated window. "So, what's up, bud?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He nods, smiling, an expression you wouldn’t expect to see on a man like him, but he finds the ride completely exhilarating, his canines surprisingly sharp, matching his strange eyes.
Walter clasps his hands together “Think of it as insurance, it insures that next time I come here, my patronage will be valued, it is worth more to show great kindness that great cruelty.”
"So, howzit?" That stupid strugel has somehow appeared in her studio, and is sitting on the base of a statue behind her.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels