KK grabs onto the handhold that Geralt made for her, trying not to look down. "I just... I just was curious about the... the tower. You made this... right?"
He shakes his head no, "The pillar was already here, I just pulled it out of the ground, so I could go for a climb. You know how it is, anybody could do that."
"Well, not exactly anybody... Something like this takes, like... herculean levels of strength, at least."
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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)
KK grabs onto the handhold that Geralt made for her, trying not to look down. "I just... I just was curious about the... the tower. You made this... right?"
He shakes his head no, "The pillar was already here, I just pulled it out of the ground, so I could go for a climb. You know how it is, anybody could do that."
"Well, not exactly anybody... Something like this takes, like... herculean levels of strength, at least."
"What do you mean? I'm not particularly strong? Am I?" He says, genuinely not believing that he is inhuman.
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
KK grabs onto the handhold that Geralt made for her, trying not to look down. "I just... I just was curious about the... the tower. You made this... right?"
He shakes his head no, "The pillar was already here, I just pulled it out of the ground, so I could go for a climb. You know how it is, anybody could do that."
"Well, not exactly anybody... Something like this takes, like... herculean levels of strength, at least."
"What do you mean? I'm not particularly strong? Am I?" He says, genuinely not believing that he is inhuman.
"No no no, the inverse. You're really strong... like, really, really strong. It's a rare few that can pull entire columns of stone out of the earth like you did."
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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)
KK grabs onto the handhold that Geralt made for her, trying not to look down. "I just... I just was curious about the... the tower. You made this... right?"
He shakes his head no, "The pillar was already here, I just pulled it out of the ground, so I could go for a climb. You know how it is, anybody could do that."
"Well, not exactly anybody... Something like this takes, like... herculean levels of strength, at least."
"What do you mean? I'm not particularly strong? Am I?" He says, genuinely not believing that he is inhuman.
"No no no, the inverse. You're really strong... like, really, really strong. It's a rare few that can pull entire columns of stone out of the earth like you did."
He looks down to himself for a moment and then back at them "Are you sure? Can you do this? Am I really that incredibly strong? Maybe that has something to do with my memories missing."
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
He smiles. "With a name like the Black Blood, I had assumed as much. Thank you for complimenting my shop, by the way. Most people expect big brands and widely appealing treats, not my gourmet sweetmeats."
"I prefer things simple. Now about that heart you were offering, its not often I enjoy sweets, they rotten my teeth, but I can make the occasional exception for something that good." She rummages through her side pouch for money.
"It's not actually the sugar that rots your teeth, it's the corrosive waste of the bacteria that live in your mouth and eat the sugar. It doesn't really matter how much sugar you eat so long as you work hard enough at hygiene. You will have to work harder the more sugar you eat though, but you probably already knew that." He places a silver piece on the counter, then takes it and puts it in the register. He draws a knife from his coat and slices into the block of jellied heart, letting one slab thump wetly onto a paper plate. "Try some first."
KK grabs onto the handhold that Geralt made for her, trying not to look down. "I just... I just was curious about the... the tower. You made this... right?"
He shakes his head no, "The pillar was already here, I just pulled it out of the ground, so I could go for a climb. You know how it is, anybody could do that."
"Well, not exactly anybody... Something like this takes, like... herculean levels of strength, at least."
"What do you mean? I'm not particularly strong? Am I?" He says, genuinely not believing that he is inhuman.
"No no no, the inverse. You're really strong... like, really, really strong. It's a rare few that can pull entire columns of stone out of the earth like you did."
He looks down to himself for a moment and then back at them "Are you sure? Can you do this? Am I really that incredibly strong? Maybe that has something to do with my memories missing."
"Very sure, absolutely not, and yes you are. I'm not sure about missing memories, but you're the only person I've seen pull up pillars of rock like a demigod of myth."
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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 smiles. "With a name like the Black Blood, I had assumed as much. Thank you for complimenting my shop, by the way. Most people expect big brands and widely appealing treats, not my gourmet sweetmeats."
"I prefer things simple. Now about that heart you were offering, its not often I enjoy sweets, they rotten my teeth, but I can make the occasional exception for something that good." She rummages through her side pouch for money.
"It's not actually the sugar that rots your teeth, it's the corrosive waste of the bacteria that live in your mouth and eat the sugar. It doesn't really matter how much sugar you eat so long as you work hard enough at hygiene. You will have to work harder the more sugar you eat though, but you probably already knew that." He places a silver piece on the counter, then takes it and puts it in the register. He draws a knife from his coat and slices into the block of jellied heart, letting one slab thump wetly onto a paper plate. "Try some first."
She takes the slab, picking it up with two clawed fingers, the claws sticking into the jellied slab, her jaw unhinging as she puts it all in her mouth at once, her fangs tearing into it as she takes a moment to consume the jellied heart. Once finished, her eyes shine with enjoyment, hypnotized by the taste.
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
"Very sure, absolutely not, and yes you are. I'm not sure about missing memories, but you're the only person I've seen pull up pillars of rock like a demigod of myth."
"Huh." He rubs his chin, still holding on with one hand, "And here I thought this was nothing special. For some reason, the word demigod seems familiar. Hmmm."
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
"Very sure, absolutely not, and yes you are. I'm not sure about missing memories, but you're the only person I've seen pull up pillars of rock like a demigod of myth."
"Huh." He rubs his chin, still holding on with one hand, "And here I thought this was nothing special. For some reason, the word demigod seems familiar. Hmmm."
She pauses for a second, thinking about something. "Maybe you are a demigod- or at very least, something close. I mean, that's the only theory I can think of- but I wouldn't recommend charging head-first into danger to test that theory."
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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 chuckles "I'm always hungry. If I get a chance to eat, I will." He says, tapping his gloved hand against the wood of the bar.
"I know..." She leans on him, staring at the ground.
"People getting hurt." He shrugs.
His leg bounces absentmindedly as he finishes the bottle, corking up the top. "I should head out, prepare for the killing."
He continues to hold her "Take all the time you need, I'll be right here for you."
"No ones going to get hurt, only UMAs and UMAs aren't people."
The Herald nods and shifts into a different form. A young man, about twenty-three with light, sandy blonde hair, fair tanned skin, and light stubble. His hood turns into black leather jacket with a white tanktop underneath. He runs a hand without gloves through the hair, chuckling "I'll lure them out." He says.
"It's not actually the sugar that rots your teeth, it's the corrosive waste of the bacteria that live in your mouth and eat the sugar. It doesn't really matter how much sugar you eat so long as you work hard enough at hygiene. You will have to work harder the more sugar you eat though, but you probably already knew that." He places a silver piece on the counter, then takes it and puts it in the register. He draws a knife from his coat and slices into the block of jellied heart, letting one slab thump wetly onto a paper plate. "Try some first."
She takes the slab, picking it up with two clawed fingers, the claws sticking into the jellied slab, her jaw unhinging as she puts it all in her mouth at once, her fangs tearing into it as she takes a moment to consume the jellied heart. Once finished, her eyes shine with enjoyment, hypnotized by the taste.
"Wonderful, isn't it? I start with the simple stuff first. Ever had a Diabolical Aspic? A candied Choldrith? Jellied brains? Wait, scratch that last one. A woman of your taste must have had jellied brains in the past, yes?" He chuckles. "Did you know that I helped my country's military develop a chocolate bar with all the calories, nutrients, and minerals you need for a whole day? I was excited, but they said it tasted too good and needed to be dumbed down to 'slightly worse than a boiled potato' so soldiers didn't just chow down on them as soon as they got their hands on the bars. I still sell the original recipe, though. I've saved the time of many a picky eater with those."
"Very sure, absolutely not, and yes you are. I'm not sure about missing memories, but you're the only person I've seen pull up pillars of rock like a demigod of myth."
"Huh." He rubs his chin, still holding on with one hand, "And here I thought this was nothing special. For some reason, the word demigod seems familiar. Hmmm."
She pauses for a second, thinking about something. "Maybe you are a demigod- or at very least, something close. I mean, that's the only theory I can think of- but I wouldn't recommend charging head-first into danger to test that theory."
"Do you want to think about this on the ground?" He says, sticking his sword into the pillar "I could get us down there if you want."
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
He chuckles "I'm always hungry. If I get a chance to eat, I will." He says, tapping his gloved hand against the wood of the bar.
"I know..." She leans on him, staring at the ground.
"People getting hurt." He shrugs.
His leg bounces absentmindedly as he finishes the bottle, corking up the top. "I should head out, prepare for the killing."
He continues to hold her "Take all the time you need, I'll be right here for you."
"No ones going to get hurt, only UMAs and UMAs aren't people."
The Herald nods and shifts into a different form. A young man, about twenty-three with light, sandy blonde hair, fair tanned skin, and light stubble. His hood turns into black leather jacket with a white tanktop underneath. He runs a hand without gloves through the hair, chuckling "I'll lure them out." He says.
She nods and hugs him again "Thank you."
"Hm, still..."
He takes the pistol the Herald gave them, nodding and heading towards a suitable stop, lightly changing his outfit to look inconspicuous enough for them to not judge at first glance before heading to the spot and waiting.
"It's the least I could do for you, you're my everything." He says, "I wouldn't dare to be a bad boyfriend."
He sighs, his arms lowering in disappointment "Fine, I won't"
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
"Well, not exactly anybody... Something like this takes, like... herculean levels of strength, at least."
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 puts them down, breathing in the smell of petals, a small sizzling sound being heard through it all.
He smiles, holding his head to theirs "Should I visit your family soon?" He asks.
He nods, sitting and listening to everything they have to ask of him.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
"What do you mean? I'm not particularly strong? Am I?" He says, genuinely not believing that he is inhuman.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
He tilts his head "What do you mean then."
"I know.. I know." She sighs, standing up.
"No no, just worried I suppose."
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 no no, the inverse. You're really strong... like, really, really strong. It's a rare few that can pull entire columns of stone out of the earth like you did."
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)
"Yer the one who enjoyed it, not me." He wipes the bourbon from his lip, drinking too fast, lying.
He helps her up, standing up himself "You can do this. He will still be your friend after."
"Worried about what?" He says, tilting his head
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
He looks down to himself for a moment and then back at them "Are you sure? Can you do this? Am I really that incredibly strong? Maybe that has something to do with my memories missing."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
"It's not actually the sugar that rots your teeth, it's the corrosive waste of the bacteria that live in your mouth and eat the sugar. It doesn't really matter how much sugar you eat so long as you work hard enough at hygiene. You will have to work harder the more sugar you eat though, but you probably already knew that." He places a silver piece on the counter, then takes it and puts it in the register. He draws a knife from his coat and slices into the block of jellied heart, letting one slab thump wetly onto a paper plate. "Try some first."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He chuckles "I'm always hungry. If I get a chance to eat, I will." He says, tapping his gloved hand against the wood of the bar.
"I know..." She leans on him, staring at the ground.
"People getting hurt." 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
*Hooray!*
The front door is slightly ajar, and she can hear a gnoll giggling within, along with the clatter of hard candy and the clink of coins.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Very sure, absolutely not, and yes you are. I'm not sure about missing memories, but you're the only person I've seen pull up pillars of rock like a demigod of myth."
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)
She takes the slab, picking it up with two clawed fingers, the claws sticking into the jellied slab, her jaw unhinging as she puts it all in her mouth at once, her fangs tearing into it as she takes a moment to consume the jellied heart. Once finished, her eyes shine with enjoyment, hypnotized by the taste.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
She walks inside, looking around at the inside of the store with a sense of childlike curiosity.
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)
His leg bounces absentmindedly as he finishes the bottle, corking up the top. "I should head out, prepare for the killing."
He continues to hold her "Take all the time you need, I'll be right here for you."
"No ones going to get hurt, only UMAs and UMAs aren't people."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
"Huh." He rubs his chin, still holding on with one hand, "And here I thought this was nothing special. For some reason, the word demigod seems familiar. Hmmm."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
She pauses for a second, thinking about something. "Maybe you are a demigod- or at very least, something close. I mean, that's the only theory I can think of- but I wouldn't recommend charging head-first into danger to test that theory."
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)
The Herald nods and shifts into a different form. A young man, about twenty-three with light, sandy blonde hair, fair tanned skin, and light stubble. His hood turns into black leather jacket with a white tanktop underneath. He runs a hand without gloves through the hair, chuckling "I'll lure them out." He says.
She nods and hugs him again "Thank you."
"Hm, still..."
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
"Wonderful, isn't it? I start with the simple stuff first. Ever had a Diabolical Aspic? A candied Choldrith? Jellied brains? Wait, scratch that last one. A woman of your taste must have had jellied brains in the past, yes?" He chuckles. "Did you know that I helped my country's military develop a chocolate bar with all the calories, nutrients, and minerals you need for a whole day? I was excited, but they said it tasted too good and needed to be dumbed down to 'slightly worse than a boiled potato' so soldiers didn't just chow down on them as soon as they got their hands on the bars. I still sell the original recipe, though. I've saved the time of many a picky eater with those."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Do you want to think about this on the ground?" He says, sticking his sword into the pillar "I could get us down there if you want."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
He takes the pistol the Herald gave them, nodding and heading towards a suitable stop, lightly changing his outfit to look inconspicuous enough for them to not judge at first glance before heading to the spot and waiting.
"It's the least I could do for you, you're my everything." He says, "I wouldn't dare to be a bad boyfriend."
He sighs, his arms lowering in disappointment "Fine, I won't"
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)