Reese sniffs the air.. "Green glass, about 10 years old.. made with too much heat.. smells like... a chocolate liqueur.."
"Hah. Tempting, but i think there's too much going on around here to get drunk. It's a potion"
"Ahh man... I was hoping we were getting wasted." She says with a huff, leaning further into the mage.
"Whoa, that's uh... that's a little much. I don't swing that way"
She withdraws a bit, flushing. It's clear she's embarrased, a bit nervous. She cowers slightly, arms covering her head. "I'm sorry, I'm.. sorry.."
"Nothing wrong with liking girls, and nothing wrong with shooting your shot, either. You don't have to be sorry for anything" she pops the potion's cork
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"Are people used to severed heads here or are the guards on their way?" She asks as she stands
"This is nothin new. C'mon, I'll show you the way" She says, standing as well, never letting go of Mary's hand. She begins to lead her to the garden
Mary hums, happily following
They reach the serene garden about an eight of the mile north of the tavern. It resides in a circular clearing with a radius of around 75 feet. Scattered about are many brick planters, all filled with plants that grow fruit and veggies, and flowers. Surrounding the clearing is all kinds of breathtaking flora.
In the dark of the graveyard, a figure digs up the coffins of the rich, their figure hard to see, although they are definitely a short, cut, female in dark clothes.
Jax appears on the headstone, silent. He watches for a minute before speaking up "Thats not allowed, you know that right? Very naughty indeed."
They turn, their face hidden my a wide brimmed tall hat, they are holding a pickaxes “Shush, I’m trying to make some money here.” They open a decadent coffin, taking the jewels inside.
Reese sniffs the air.. "Green glass, about 10 years old.. made with too much heat.. smells like... a chocolate liqueur.."
"Hah. Tempting, but i think there's too much going on around here to get drunk. It's a potion"
"Ahh man... I was hoping we were getting wasted." She says with a huff, leaning further into the mage.
"Whoa, that's uh... that's a little much. I don't swing that way"
She withdraws a bit, flushing. It's clear she's embarrased, a bit nervous. She cowers slightly, arms covering her head. "I'm sorry, I'm.. sorry.."
"Nothing wrong with liking girls, and nothing wrong with shooting your shot, either. You don't have to be sorry for anything" she pops the potion's cork
Reese had expected to be hit, so this was certainly a surprise to her. She lowers her arms and sniffles, feeling overwhelmed. "Uhmm.."
"Wait. Were you, like, expecting me to hit you or something?" she looks concerned.
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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)
"Are people used to severed heads here or are the guards on their way?" She asks as she stands
"This is nothin new. C'mon, I'll show you the way" She says, standing as well, never letting go of Mary's hand. She begins to lead her to the garden
Mary hums, happily following
They reach the serene garden about an eight of the mile north of the tavern. It resides in a circular clearing with a radius of around 75 feet. Scattered about are many brick planters, all filled with plants that grow fruit and veggies, and flowers. Surrounding the clearing is all kinds of breathtaking flora.
"Pretty as always" Mary says with a smile,
"Not the only pretty thing here. Shall we sit down?" She says while gesturing to a bench
She nods, "That's true, you're here now too" she says with a grin, heading over to the bench
Reese sniffs the air.. "Green glass, about 10 years old.. made with too much heat.. smells like... a chocolate liqueur.."
"Hah. Tempting, but i think there's too much going on around here to get drunk. It's a potion"
"Ahh man... I was hoping we were getting wasted." She says with a huff, leaning further into the mage.
"Whoa, that's uh... that's a little much. I don't swing that way"
She withdraws a bit, flushing. It's clear she's embarrased, a bit nervous. She cowers slightly, arms covering her head. "I'm sorry, I'm.. sorry.."
"Nothing wrong with liking girls, and nothing wrong with shooting your shot, either. You don't have to be sorry for anything" she pops the potion's cork
Reese had expected to be hit, so this was certainly a surprise to her. She lowers her arms and sniffles, feeling overwhelmed. "Uhmm.."
"Wait. Were you, like, expecting me to hit you or something?" she looks concerned.
She nods curtly, shaking slightly still "Uh-uh-huh.."
"I don't need magic to know that you're lying"
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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)
In the dark of the graveyard, a figure digs up the coffins of the rich, their figure hard to see, although they are definitely a short, cut, female in dark clothes.
Jax appears on the headstone, silent. He watches for a minute before speaking up "Thats not allowed, you know that right? Very naughty indeed."
They turn, their face hidden my a wide brimmed tall hat, they are holding a pickaxes “Shush, I’m trying to make some money here.” They open a decadent coffin, taking the jewels inside.
"There's plenty of other ways to do that, ma'am." He says condecendlingly while tilting his head, his bare hinds kicking back and forth silently
“Yes there are, but this is how I make mine. Don’t tell and I’ll give you some treat or something.” They say, pocketing the jewels with little concern, their voice sultry and soft.
"Are people used to severed heads here or are the guards on their way?" She asks as she stands
"This is nothin new. C'mon, I'll show you the way" She says, standing as well, never letting go of Mary's hand. She begins to lead her to the garden
Mary hums, happily following
They reach the serene garden about an eight of the mile north of the tavern. It resides in a circular clearing with a radius of around 75 feet. Scattered about are many brick planters, all filled with plants that grow fruit and veggies, and flowers. Surrounding the clearing is all kinds of breathtaking flora.
"Pretty as always" Mary says with a smile,
"Not the only pretty thing here. Shall we sit down?" She says while gesturing to a bench
She nods, "That's true, you're here now too" she says with a grin, heading over to the bench
Reese snickers softly, sitting down over Mary's lap, her back against the arm rest of the bench. "Mmmmm, smooth talker here, huh?~"
She smiles, leaning back on the bench a little, "I know my way around conversations" she says
Reese sniffs the air.. "Green glass, about 10 years old.. made with too much heat.. smells like... a chocolate liqueur.."
"Hah. Tempting, but i think there's too much going on around here to get drunk. It's a potion"
"Ahh man... I was hoping we were getting wasted." She says with a huff, leaning further into the mage.
"Whoa, that's uh... that's a little much. I don't swing that way"
She withdraws a bit, flushing. It's clear she's embarrased, a bit nervous. She cowers slightly, arms covering her head. "I'm sorry, I'm.. sorry.."
"Nothing wrong with liking girls, and nothing wrong with shooting your shot, either. You don't have to be sorry for anything" she pops the potion's cork
Reese had expected to be hit, so this was certainly a surprise to her. She lowers her arms and sniffles, feeling overwhelmed. "Uhmm.."
"Wait. Were you, like, expecting me to hit you or something?" she looks concerned.
She nods curtly, shaking slightly still "Uh-uh-huh.."
"I don't need magic to know that you're lying"
*sorry, it's an 'uh-huh' as in yes, just stammered.*
*oops* "That's messed up. Not you, but that you've learnt to expect violence"
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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)
In the dark of the graveyard, a figure digs up the coffins of the rich, their figure hard to see, although they are definitely a short, cut, female in dark clothes.
Jax appears on the headstone, silent. He watches for a minute before speaking up "Thats not allowed, you know that right? Very naughty indeed."
They turn, their face hidden my a wide brimmed tall hat, they are holding a pickaxes “Shush, I’m trying to make some money here.” They open a decadent coffin, taking the jewels inside.
"There's plenty of other ways to do that, ma'am." He says condecendlingly while tilting his head, his bare hinds kicking back and forth silently
“Yes there are, but this is how I make mine. Don’t tell and I’ll give you some treat or something.” They say, pocketing the jewels with little concern, their voice sultry and soft.
"You act like I can be bought with treats like a dog. Well, I hate to disappoint, but you're right."
She laughs and rubs their head, revealing a small smile before quickly leaving the graveyard “What do you want then?”
"Nothing wrong with liking girls, and nothing wrong with shooting your shot, either. You don't have to be sorry for anything" she pops the potion's cork
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)
"Pretty as always" Mary says with a smile,
They turn, their face hidden my a wide brimmed tall hat, they are holding a pickaxes “Shush, I’m trying to make some money here.” They open a decadent coffin, taking the jewels inside.
"Wait. Were you, like, expecting me to hit you or something?" she looks concerned.
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)
She nods, "That's true, you're here now too" she says with a grin, heading over to the bench
"I don't need magic to know that you're lying"
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)
“Yes there are, but this is how I make mine. Don’t tell and I’ll give you some treat or something.” They say, pocketing the jewels with little concern, their voice sultry and soft.
She smiles, leaning back on the bench a little, "I know my way around conversations" she says
*oops*
"That's messed up. Not you, but that you've learnt to expect violence"
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)
She laughs and rubs their head, revealing a small smile before quickly leaving the graveyard “What do you want then?”