*So good news, little guy pooped finally. Bad news, I am having the worst allergies of my life.*
*Is the kitten triggering your allergies or is it something else?*
*Could be kitten.*
*i used to have a mild pet allergy as a kid. now i’m left with just my existing, completely absurd allergies that have no reason to exist in any immune system.*
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I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Felix's eyes widen. "Oh my gosh, you're so coool! Jeez, it sucks having a one-sided rivalry with you."
“Ah, you’ll go places I never could. You have a completely different approach, and you’ll be able to achieve things I never could. Plus, you got youth on your side. I think. How old are you?”
"45. I'm about early-middle-aged for my race. And yeah, I guess my approaches are different. You use mundane techniques and relatively normal ingredients with incredible, unbelievable skill, while I aggressively test the boundaries of what can even be considered edible food on a regular basis."
Mauric looks completely shocked. “YOU’RE 45?! I’m 28!! How does that WORK?!?!?!”
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"45. I'm about early-middle-aged for my race. And yeah, I guess my approaches are different. You use mundane techniques and relatively normal ingredients with incredible, unbelievable skill, while I aggressively test the boundaries of what can even be considered edible food on a regular basis."
Mauric looks completely shocked. “YOU’RE 45?! I’m 28!! How does that WORK?!?!?!”
"I'm not a kid, you know. I'm just small. Even for a Strugel, I'm pretty short."
"45. I'm about early-middle-aged for my race. And yeah, I guess my approaches are different. You use mundane techniques and relatively normal ingredients with incredible, unbelievable skill, while I aggressively test the boundaries of what can even be considered edible food on a regular basis."
Mauric looks completely shocked. “YOU’RE 45?! I’m 28!! How does that WORK?!?!?!”
"I'm not a kid, you know. I'm just small. Even for a Strugel, I'm pretty short."
“No I knew that. It’s just… it’s gotta sting even more that I’m so much younger and stuff.”
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I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"I'm not a kid, you know. I'm just small. Even for a Strugel, I'm pretty short."
“No I knew that. It’s just… it’s gotta sting even more that I’m so much younger and stuff.”
"Eh, yeah, but I got over it a while ago. You've got so much natural talent it's crushing. You could microwave an espresso and make something so perfect it could sacrificed for our sins and rise again three days later. I don't need to be like that. I just want to be respected and loved despite being compared to you."
The winds pick up outside the tavern, storm clouds rolling in and disappearing as fast as they came. On top of the tavern roof, a woman sits. She has long black hair tied into bubble braids with pieces of silver metal dividing them. Her skin is chocolate brown with white glowing markings in Japanese that resemble the characters for rain, wind, thunder, and storm. She wears an orange blue and white kimono with depictions of people climbing a mountain, weasels with knives for tails waiting at the top. Her nails are long and appear to made out of pure silver. She smokes a long pipe that is styled to look like clouds that produces a cold smoke.
The winds pick up outside the tavern, storm clouds rolling in and disappearing as fast as they came. On top of the tavern roof, a woman sits. She has long black hair tied into bubble braids with pieces of silver metal dividing them. Her skin is chocolate brown with white glowing markings in Japanese that resemble the characters for rain, wind, thunder, and storm. She wears an orange blue and white kimono with depictions of people climbing a mountain, weasels with knives for tails waiting at the top. Her nails are long and appear to made out of pure silver. She smokes a long pipe that is styled to look like clouds that produces a cold smoke.
A lean, impossibly handsome man with sunglasses, stylish clothes, and a shining gold scarf sits down beside her, about 5 feet away. He offers her a Pocky stick from his little box.
The winds pick up outside the tavern, storm clouds rolling in and disappearing as fast as they came. On top of the tavern roof, a woman sits. She has long black hair tied into bubble braids with pieces of silver metal dividing them. Her skin is chocolate brown with white glowing markings in Japanese that resemble the characters for rain, wind, thunder, and storm. She wears an orange blue and white kimono with depictions of people climbing a mountain, weasels with knives for tails waiting at the top. Her nails are long and appear to made out of pure silver. She smokes a long pipe that is styled to look like clouds that produces a cold smoke.
A lean, impossibly handsome man with sunglasses, stylish clothes, and a shining gold scarf sits down beside her, about 5 feet away. He offers her a Pocky stick from his little box.
She plucks one out, devouring it "Many thanks.' she said, her voice low.
"I'm not a kid, you know. I'm just small. Even for a Strugel, I'm pretty short."
“No I knew that. It’s just… it’s gotta sting even more that I’m so much younger and stuff.”
"Eh, yeah, but I got over it a while ago. You've got so much natural talent it's crushing. You could microwave an espresso and make something so perfect it could sacrificed for our sins and rise again three days later. I don't need to be like that. I just want to be respected and loved despite being compared to you."
Mauric turns to face Felix directly. “Alright, you gotta listen to me about this. I wasn’t born good at this. Once I could start cooking, I worked every day of my life to be as good as I could at this. It wasn’t natural at all.”
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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.
The winds pick up outside the tavern, storm clouds rolling in and disappearing as fast as they came. On top of the tavern roof, a woman sits. She has long black hair tied into bubble braids with pieces of silver metal dividing them. Her skin is chocolate brown with white glowing markings in Japanese that resemble the characters for rain, wind, thunder, and storm. She wears an orange blue and white kimono with depictions of people climbing a mountain, weasels with knives for tails waiting at the top. Her nails are long and appear to made out of pure silver. She smokes a long pipe that is styled to look like clouds that produces a cold smoke.
A lean, impossibly handsome man with sunglasses, stylish clothes, and a shining gold scarf sits down beside her, about 5 feet away. He offers her a Pocky stick from his little box.
She plucks one out, devouring it "Many thanks.' she said, her voice low.
"Welcome. You a demon too? Sorry if that's a rude question. It's hard to tell. All these spirits and gods, sometimes it's hard to find who wants to kill me and who doesn't."
The winds pick up outside the tavern, storm clouds rolling in and disappearing as fast as they came. On top of the tavern roof, a woman sits. She has long black hair tied into bubble braids with pieces of silver metal dividing them. Her skin is chocolate brown with white glowing markings in Japanese that resemble the characters for rain, wind, thunder, and storm. She wears an orange blue and white kimono with depictions of people climbing a mountain, weasels with knives for tails waiting at the top. Her nails are long and appear to made out of pure silver. She smokes a long pipe that is styled to look like clouds that produces a cold smoke.
A lean, impossibly handsome man with sunglasses, stylish clothes, and a shining gold scarf sits down beside her, about 5 feet away. He offers her a Pocky stick from his little box.
She plucks one out, devouring it "Many thanks.' she said, her voice low.
"Welcome. You a demon too? Sorry if that's a rude question. It's hard to tell. All these spirits and gods, sometimes it's hard to find who wants to kill me and who doesn't."
"Demon, spirit, idea. One of those things." She said, grinning "Don't worry... I have no urge to hurt or kill you."
"Eh, yeah, but I got over it a while ago. You've got so much natural talent it's crushing. You could microwave an espresso and make something so perfect it could sacrificed for our sins and rise again three days later. I don't need to be like that. I just want to be respected and loved despite being compared to you."
Mauric turns to face Felix directly. “Alright, you gotta listen to me about this. I wasn’t born good at this. Once I could start cooking, I worked every day of my life to be as good as I could at this. It wasn’t natural at all.”
A wave of despair hits the strugel's face. "Oh. I uh... I guess I shouldn't make assumptions like that. I assumed that you had some genetic advantage that I had to work to match. Looks like my work ethic was just... worse, I guess."
"Eh, yeah, but I got over it a while ago. You've got so much natural talent it's crushing. You could microwave an espresso and make something so perfect it could sacrificed for our sins and rise again three days later. I don't need to be like that. I just want to be respected and loved despite being compared to you."
Mauric turns to face Felix directly. “Alright, you gotta listen to me about this. I wasn’t born good at this. Once I could start cooking, I worked every day of my life to be as good as I could at this. It wasn’t natural at all.”
A wave of despair hits the strugel's face. "Oh. I uh... I guess I shouldn't make assumptions like that. I assumed that you had some genetic advantage that I had to work to match. Looks like my work ethic was just... worse, I guess."
“No. That’s not the case either. You just approach this different, like I said, and people don’t appreciate you like they should.”
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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.
"Welcome. You a demon too? Sorry if that's a rude question. It's hard to tell. All these spirits and gods, sometimes it's hard to find who wants to kill me and who doesn't."
"Demon, spirit, idea. One of those things." She said, grinning "Don't worry... I have no urge to hurt or kill you."
"That's nice. I'm technically a demon prince myself. Emphasis on technically. Anyone who rules over a large enough mass of evil spirits gains that title eventually, and being a demon myself doesn't help." He lets a little soot sprite out of his sleeve, which runs up to her. "Ah. Another one. They get everywhere. Can't get mad at them though. They just wanna help."
"Welcome. You a demon too? Sorry if that's a rude question. It's hard to tell. All these spirits and gods, sometimes it's hard to find who wants to kill me and who doesn't."
"Demon, spirit, idea. One of those things." She said, grinning "Don't worry... I have no urge to hurt or kill you."
"That's nice. I'm technically a demon prince myself. Emphasis on technically. Anyone who rules over a large enough mass of evil spirits gains that title eventually, and being a demon myself doesn't help." He lets a little soot sprite out of his sleeve, which runs up to her. "Ah. Another one. They get everywhere. Can't get mad at them though. They just wanna help."
She picks it up, holding it in her hands. She places a kiss on its head and smiles "Adorable little things no?"
A wave of despair hits the strugel's face. "Oh. I uh... I guess I shouldn't make assumptions like that. I assumed that you had some genetic advantage that I had to work to match. Looks like my work ethic was just... worse, I guess."
“No. That’s not the case either. You just approach this different, like I said, and people don’t appreciate you like they should.”
"So... you're saying that... hmm... so you tried to be the best while I was trying to make art. We both succeeded at both goals to an extent, but we each reached a nearly unapproachable peak. It just happens that my peak is also terrifying to the modern diner."
"That's nice. I'm technically a demon prince myself. Emphasis on technically. Anyone who rules over a large enough mass of evil spirits gains that title eventually, and being a demon myself doesn't help." He lets a little soot sprite out of his sleeve, which runs up to her. "Ah. Another one. They get everywhere. Can't get mad at them though. They just wanna help."
She picks it up, holding it in her hands. She places a kiss on its head and smiles "Adorable little things no?"
"Yup. I make a lot of them. They're cheap labor, and fun to take care of. They eat candy."
A wave of despair hits the strugel's face. "Oh. I uh... I guess I shouldn't make assumptions like that. I assumed that you had some genetic advantage that I had to work to match. Looks like my work ethic was just... worse, I guess."
“No. That’s not the case either. You just approach this different, like I said, and people don’t appreciate you like they should.”
"So... you're saying that... hmm... so you tried to be the best while I was trying to make art. We both succeeded at both goals to an extent, but we each reached a nearly unapproachable peak. It just happens that my peak is also terrifying to the modern diner."
“…yeah, pretty much. I mean, I was trying to make art in a way too, I guess I just stuck a lot more to customary standards of cooking.” He turns back to the bar, sighing. “But some things are just random. Be it a pantheon, a one true God, fate, chance, or whatever, there are things that can’t be controlled.”
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I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
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*i used to have a mild pet allergy as a kid. now i’m left with just my existing, completely absurd allergies that have no reason to exist in any immune system.*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*welp*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Epic power. There was an episode of Warehouse 13 where someone had that power and tried to be a superhero with it. He nearly became a black hole.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Mauric looks completely shocked. “YOU’RE 45?! I’m 28!! How does that WORK?!?!?!”
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'm not a kid, you know. I'm just small. Even for a Strugel, I'm pretty short."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“No I knew that. It’s just… it’s gotta sting even more that I’m so much younger and 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.
"Eh, yeah, but I got over it a while ago. You've got so much natural talent it's crushing. You could microwave an espresso and make something so perfect it could sacrificed for our sins and rise again three days later. I don't need to be like that. I just want to be respected and loved despite being compared to you."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
The winds pick up outside the tavern, storm clouds rolling in and disappearing as fast as they came. On top of the tavern roof, a woman sits. She has long black hair tied into bubble braids with pieces of silver metal dividing them. Her skin is chocolate brown with white glowing markings in Japanese that resemble the characters for rain, wind, thunder, and storm. She wears an orange blue and white kimono with depictions of people climbing a mountain, weasels with knives for tails waiting at the top. Her nails are long and appear to made out of pure silver. She smokes a long pipe that is styled to look like clouds that produces a cold smoke.
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
A lean, impossibly handsome man with sunglasses, stylish clothes, and a shining gold scarf sits down beside her, about 5 feet away. He offers her a Pocky stick from his little box.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
She plucks one out, devouring it "Many thanks.' she said, her voice low.
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
Mauric turns to face Felix directly. “Alright, you gotta listen to me about this. I wasn’t born good at this. Once I could start cooking, I worked every day of my life to be as good as I could at this. It wasn’t natural at all.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Welcome. You a demon too? Sorry if that's a rude question. It's hard to tell. All these spirits and gods, sometimes it's hard to find who wants to kill me and who doesn't."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Demon, spirit, idea. One of those things." She said, grinning "Don't worry... I have no urge to hurt or kill you."
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
A wave of despair hits the strugel's face. "Oh. I uh... I guess I shouldn't make assumptions like that. I assumed that you had some genetic advantage that I had to work to match. Looks like my work ethic was just... worse, I guess."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“No. That’s not the case either. You just approach this different, like I said, and people don’t appreciate you like they should.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"That's nice. I'm technically a demon prince myself. Emphasis on technically. Anyone who rules over a large enough mass of evil spirits gains that title eventually, and being a demon myself doesn't help." He lets a little soot sprite out of his sleeve, which runs up to her. "Ah. Another one. They get everywhere. Can't get mad at them though. They just wanna help."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
She picks it up, holding it in her hands. She places a kiss on its head and smiles "Adorable little things no?"
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 saying that... hmm... so you tried to be the best while I was trying to make art. We both succeeded at both goals to an extent, but we each reached a nearly unapproachable peak. It just happens that my peak is also terrifying to the modern diner."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Yup. I make a lot of them. They're cheap labor, and fun to take care of. They eat candy."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“…yeah, pretty much. I mean, I was trying to make art in a way too, I guess I just stuck a lot more to customary standards of cooking.” He turns back to the bar, sighing. “But some things are just random. Be it a pantheon, a one true God, fate, chance, or whatever, there are things that can’t be controlled.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.