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)
Flint wades off down the tunnel, before scuttling off down a pipe. If the man follows, he finds himself in a small, dingy chamber with a rotten table, a couple of crates, and a pile of rags serving as a sort of beanbag
He takes a seat against one of the walls, his clothing covered wound being slightly soaked by the things on the ground "I cannot thank you enough for this. I need this much more than you know."
'It's not a problem, really. Kinda used to dealing with half-dead folks, though it's usually 'cause they got lost down here and nearly drowned.' Flint reaches inside one of the crates and passes him a hunk of bread
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You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
Flint wades off down the tunnel, before scuttling off down a pipe. If the man follows, he finds himself in a small, dingy chamber with a rotten table, a couple of crates, and a pile of rags serving as a sort of beanbag
He takes a seat against one of the walls, his clothing covered wound being slightly soaked by the things on the ground "I cannot thank you enough for this. I need this much more than you know."
'It's not a problem, really. Kinda used to dealing with half-dead folks, though it's usually 'cause they got lost down here and nearly drowned.' Flint reaches inside one of the crates and passes him a hunk of bread
He takes the bread, snapping off a bite and eating it, not giving a chance for it to soften. He puts his greatsword and banner down "If you are used to that than I am sorry for this town, as well as you."
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What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Flint wades off down the tunnel, before scuttling off down a pipe. If the man follows, he finds himself in a small, dingy chamber with a rotten table, a couple of crates, and a pile of rags serving as a sort of beanbag
He takes a seat against one of the walls, his clothing covered wound being slightly soaked by the things on the ground "I cannot thank you enough for this. I need this much more than you know."
'It's not a problem, really. Kinda used to dealing with half-dead folks, though it's usually 'cause they got lost down here and nearly drowned.' Flint reaches inside one of the crates and passes him a hunk of bread
He takes the bread, snapping off a bite and eating it, not giving a chance for it to soften. He puts his greatsword and banner down "If you are used to that than I am sorry for this town, as well as you."
'Yeah, the town is what it is. And don't be sorry for me. If a guy's floating through my territory and he's already dead, well, that's a free set of clothes and whatever he's got in his pockets. How else ya think I'd earn a living down here?'
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You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
Donn is outside, digging in the dirt. A body with a black shroud lies beside him, wrapped neatly and secured with a bouquet of white lilies lying on top. Golden tears stream down his fur as he digs what appears to be a grave. If anybody within ten of him approaches, they see giant spectral cats with twin tails lying beside him, purring while trying to comfort him.
William is fixing tomato's in his kitchen as servers bustle around him, carrying food out to tables and washing dishes. He hums to himself as he does.
Loren is smoking outside the tavern, tapping ash off the end of her cigarette.
Donn is outside, digging in the dirt. A body with a black shroud lies beside him, wrapped neatly and secured with a bouquet of white lilies lying on top. Golden tears stream down his fur as he digs what appears to be a grave. If anybody within ten of him approaches, they see giant spectral cats with twin tails lying beside him, purring while trying to comfort him.
William is fixing tomato's in his kitchen as servers bustle around him, carrying food out to tables and washing dishes. He hums to himself as he does.
Loren is smoking outside the tavern, tapping ash off the end of her cigarette.
Mauric hangs upside down off of the gable behind her. “Whatcha doing?”
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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.
Donn is outside, digging in the dirt. A body with a black shroud lies beside him, wrapped neatly and secured with a bouquet of white lilies lying on top. Golden tears stream down his fur as he digs what appears to be a grave. If anybody within ten of him approaches, they see giant spectral cats with twin tails lying beside him, purring while trying to comfort him.
William is fixing tomato's in his kitchen as servers bustle around him, carrying food out to tables and washing dishes. He hums to himself as he does.
Loren is smoking outside the tavern, tapping ash off the end of her cigarette.
Mauric hangs upside down off of the gable behind her. “Whatcha doing?”
It has begun to rain, fat cold raindrops splattering down from dark clouds hiding heaven. The sounds of pounding machinery are audible, mixed with... piano music.
A massive vehicle, a veritable monolith of steel, is walking out of the water. It is shaped like an upside-down teardrop, but lumpy and misshapen, and with many portholes shining like spotlights, swiveling like massive glowing eyes. Spider-like legs stomp, careful not to step on anything or anyone. A lanky man in a strange uniform sits atop the mountainous machine, playing a piano while dressed in something between a captain's and a chef's uniform.
Eventually, the man stops playing and the machine stops walking. It hunkers down and the platform the man is on lowers down into the leviathan. A mouth-like orifice opens, and a metal gangplank extends like an absurdly long tongue, the captain-chef walking down with a stride that is both casual and dramatic.
Donn is outside, digging in the dirt. A body with a black shroud lies beside him, wrapped neatly and secured with a bouquet of white lilies lying on top. Golden tears stream down his fur as he digs what appears to be a grave. If anybody within ten of him approaches, they see giant spectral cats with twin tails lying beside him, purring while trying to comfort him.
William is fixing tomato's in his kitchen as servers bustle around him, carrying food out to tables and washing dishes. He hums to himself as he does.
Loren is smoking outside the tavern, tapping ash off the end of her cigarette.
Mauric hangs upside down off of the gable behind her. “Whatcha doing?”
She jumps and looks up "Nothing.." she mutters
Mauric releases the edge of the roof and falls to the ground, grinning. “Fair enough. Are you new around here?”
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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.
It has begun to rain, fat cold raindrops splattering down from dark clouds hiding heaven. The sounds of pounding machinery are audible, mixed with... piano music.
A massive vehicle, a veritable monolith of steel, is walking out of the water. It is shaped like an upside-down teardrop, but lumpy and misshapen, and with many portholes shining like spotlights, swiveling like massive glowing eyes. Spider-like legs stomp, careful not to step on anything or anyone. A lanky man in a strange uniform sits atop the mountainous machine, playing a piano while dressed in something between a captain's and a chef's uniform.
Eventually, the man stops playing and the machine stops walking. It hunkers down and the platform the man is on lowers down into the leviathan. A mouth-like orifice opens, and a metal gangplank extends like an absurdly long tongue, the captain-chef walking down with a stride that is both casual and dramatic.
*Now a chance to intro a character of mine that I've made.*
As he steps down, he can see a light fog creeping across the ground. On the edge of the pier sits a creature. It body is mostly made of shadows but long spindly arms peek out from it like a carapace. It's head is basically one long mouth from top to bottom, with needle like teeth poking out akin to a crocodile smile. It holds a long pipe in one hand made of precious lead that has the source of the fog creeping out of it.
"I thought I smelled fish" it said, it's entire body turning slowly to face him "The good kind, like fatty halibut, not the sardiney kind.."
Donn is outside, digging in the dirt. A body with a black shroud lies beside him, wrapped neatly and secured with a bouquet of white lilies lying on top. Golden tears stream down his fur as he digs what appears to be a grave. If anybody within ten of him approaches, they see giant spectral cats with twin tails lying beside him, purring while trying to comfort him.
William is fixing tomato's in his kitchen as servers bustle around him, carrying food out to tables and washing dishes. He hums to himself as he does.
Loren is smoking outside the tavern, tapping ash off the end of her cigarette.
Mauric hangs upside down off of the gable behind her. “Whatcha doing?”
She jumps and looks up "Nothing.." she mutters
Mauric releases the edge of the roof and falls to the ground, grinning. “Fair enough. Are you new around here?”
Donn is outside, digging in the dirt. A body with a black shroud lies beside him, wrapped neatly and secured with a bouquet of white lilies lying on top. Golden tears stream down his fur as he digs what appears to be a grave. If anybody within ten of him approaches, they see giant spectral cats with twin tails lying beside him, purring while trying to comfort him.
William is fixing tomato's in his kitchen as servers bustle around him, carrying food out to tables and washing dishes. He hums to himself as he does.
Loren is smoking outside the tavern, tapping ash off the end of her cigarette.
Mauric hangs upside down off of the gable behind her. “Whatcha doing?”
She jumps and looks up "Nothing.." she mutters
Mauric releases the edge of the roof and falls to the ground, grinning. “Fair enough. Are you new around here?”
She shrugs "I've been everywhere.."
“So you’re a world-wise traveler? How intriguing. What brings you here?”
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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.
Donn is outside, digging in the dirt. A body with a black shroud lies beside him, wrapped neatly and secured with a bouquet of white lilies lying on top. Golden tears stream down his fur as he digs what appears to be a grave. If anybody within ten of him approaches, they see giant spectral cats with twin tails lying beside him, purring while trying to comfort him.
William is fixing tomato's in his kitchen as servers bustle around him, carrying food out to tables and washing dishes. He hums to himself as he does.
Loren is smoking outside the tavern, tapping ash off the end of her cigarette.
Mauric hangs upside down off of the gable behind her. “Whatcha doing?”
She jumps and looks up "Nothing.." she mutters
Mauric releases the edge of the roof and falls to the ground, grinning. “Fair enough. Are you new around here?”
She shrugs "I've been everywhere.."
“So you’re a world-wise traveler? How intriguing. What brings you here?”
"I don't know... I've been walking for awhile and I just.. ended up here.." she said.
Donn is outside, digging in the dirt. A body with a black shroud lies beside him, wrapped neatly and secured with a bouquet of white lilies lying on top. Golden tears stream down his fur as he digs what appears to be a grave. If anybody within ten of him approaches, they see giant spectral cats with twin tails lying beside him, purring while trying to comfort him.
William is fixing tomato's in his kitchen as servers bustle around him, carrying food out to tables and washing dishes. He hums to himself as he does.
Loren is smoking outside the tavern, tapping ash off the end of her cigarette.
Mauric hangs upside down off of the gable behind her. “Whatcha doing?”
She jumps and looks up "Nothing.." she mutters
Mauric releases the edge of the roof and falls to the ground, grinning. “Fair enough. Are you new around here?”
She shrugs "I've been everywhere.."
“So you’re a world-wise traveler? How intriguing. What brings you here?”
"I don't know... I've been walking for awhile and I just.. ended up here.." she said.
“Well you’re in luck, because I live here as well and I’m a world-class chef! And I’m hoping for a unique perspective on one of my newest culinary experiments!”
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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.
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*hi*
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)
'It's not a problem, really. Kinda used to dealing with half-dead folks, though it's usually 'cause they got lost down here and nearly drowned.' Flint reaches inside one of the crates and passes him a hunk of bread
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
He takes the bread, snapping off a bite and eating it, not giving a chance for it to soften. He puts his greatsword and banner down "If you are used to that than I am sorry for this town, as well as you."
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
'Yeah, the town is what it is. And don't be sorry for me. If a guy's floating through my territory and he's already dead, well, that's a free set of clothes and whatever he's got in his pockets. How else ya think I'd earn a living down here?'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
*hi!*
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
Donn is outside, digging in the dirt. A body with a black shroud lies beside him, wrapped neatly and secured with a bouquet of white lilies lying on top. Golden tears stream down his fur as he digs what appears to be a grave. If anybody within ten of him approaches, they see giant spectral cats with twin tails lying beside him, purring while trying to comfort him.
William is fixing tomato's in his kitchen as servers bustle around him, carrying food out to tables and washing dishes. He hums to himself as he does.
Loren is smoking outside the tavern, tapping ash off the end of her cigarette.
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
*Hey, Lawrence. You feeling any better?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Yeah, just gonna rp for a bit.*
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
*Aight, I'm feeling like playing Barbeau. Do you think I need to re-intro him?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*If you could.*
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
*Okay, one fish monster in a giant crab-city-mech coming up*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Mauric hangs upside down off of the gable behind her. “Whatcha doing?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
She jumps and looks up "Nothing.." she mutters
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
It has begun to rain, fat cold raindrops splattering down from dark clouds hiding heaven. The sounds of pounding machinery are audible, mixed with... piano music.
A massive vehicle, a veritable monolith of steel, is walking out of the water. It is shaped like an upside-down teardrop, but lumpy and misshapen, and with many portholes shining like spotlights, swiveling like massive glowing eyes. Spider-like legs stomp, careful not to step on anything or anyone. A lanky man in a strange uniform sits atop the mountainous machine, playing a piano while dressed in something between a captain's and a chef's uniform.
Eventually, the man stops playing and the machine stops walking. It hunkers down and the platform the man is on lowers down into the leviathan. A mouth-like orifice opens, and a metal gangplank extends like an absurdly long tongue, the captain-chef walking down with a stride that is both casual and dramatic.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Mauric releases the edge of the roof and falls to the ground, grinning. “Fair enough. Are you new around here?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Now a chance to intro a character of mine that I've made.*
As he steps down, he can see a light fog creeping across the ground. On the edge of the pier sits a creature. It body is mostly made of shadows but long spindly arms peek out from it like a carapace. It's head is basically one long mouth from top to bottom, with needle like teeth poking out akin to a crocodile smile. It holds a long pipe in one hand made of precious lead that has the source of the fog creeping out of it.
"I thought I smelled fish" it said, it's entire body turning slowly to face him "The good kind, like fatty halibut, not the sardiney kind.."
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 shrugs "I've been everywhere.."
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
“So you’re a world-wise traveler? How intriguing. What brings you here?”
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 don't know... I've been walking for awhile and I just.. ended up here.." she said.
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
“Well you’re in luck, because I live here as well and I’m a world-class chef! And I’m hoping for a unique perspective on one of my newest culinary experiments!”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.