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Scott looks up at Tycho, chuckling "I honestly bet you could, I weigh all of 112 lbs."
He smiles, "Yeah, i could bench you easily."
He rolls his eyes "Okay, I doubt that."
He grins, lifting him up, "Wanna bet?"
Scott yells, squirming "H-Hey!"
Tycho lift him up like a fireman, "Not bad right?"
"I am going to hit you." He grumbles.
"Oh sure you will" he teases, curling him like a dumbell
Scott hisses and squirms "Tycho!"
"yes mr light?"
He raises a brow "What?- nevermind, set me down!"
"Why?" he smirks, "This is more fun"
Scott grumbles "I have to write the story!"
"You're always writing silly."
"I know but this is.. I don't know." He said, closing his eyes and sighing "It's hard to explain in words. If I don't write, I feel like I don't have a purpose.."
"Purpose is subjective i guess," he shrugs, sitting back down with scott still in his arms
"I guess... You already know I'm not from this world.. In my world, I was in this store with my wife and I touched this book and it sucked me into this world. This Butterfly God or something kept plaguing my mind with these thoughts that I needed to write a story." He said, scratching the back of his neck "I keep getting these hallucinations and stuff and I keep shaking like a leaf in the wind.."
"Well..." he fidgets with his symbol. "You... no... I was thinking you could join the Spirits, but your Vitality is far too damaged to make a whole one."
He sighs "Not the best idea but it is to starve and die off." He shrugs "But Wendigo's don't die, they just become more beasty than human."
Felix draws the gutting knife and presses the tip against the table. "We do have one last option. If you think it will work."
He lets him speak, placing pancakes in front of Felix.
he frantically waves his heads “No no, I love the idea, it fits you amazingly, and the day will be perfect, I love you. I’m sorry for making you feel that way.” He kisses her again.
"Well, okay.. but the way you said 'public..' I only suggested it because its free, and its got a really nice atmosphere.. we can invite all our friends.. its gonna be great."
“That’s fine, I didn’t exact to get this far honestly, so anywhere is perfect. Do you want to have the wedding before or after our kid comes around?” He says, the panic in his eyes almost entirely gone for the moment.
"Uhh... I'm not sure. I mean, it'd be nice to say we were married before they were born, but.. do we have enough time with preparing?.."
“Probably not, but we probably don’t need to prepare. I don’t know that many people well enough to invite them to my wedding, and I’ve already got my best man. We won’t need to prepare too much.”
"Then... lets do it.. as soon as we can." She says as she reaches down, grabbing his hands.
He looks into her eyes as he clasps her paws tightly, “As soon as possible, I’d rather our child see a married happy family then their mother and her boyfriend.” He says with a broad and genuine smile.
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Scott looks up at Tycho, chuckling "I honestly bet you could, I weigh all of 112 lbs."
He smiles, "Yeah, i could bench you easily."
He rolls his eyes "Okay, I doubt that."
He grins, lifting him up, "Wanna bet?"
Scott yells, squirming "H-Hey!"
Tycho lift him up like a fireman, "Not bad right?"
"I am going to hit you." He grumbles.
"Oh sure you will" he teases, curling him like a dumbell
Scott hisses and squirms "Tycho!"
"yes mr light?"
He raises a brow "What?- nevermind, set me down!"
"Why?" he smirks, "This is more fun"
Scott grumbles "I have to write the story!"
"You're always writing silly."
"I know but this is.. I don't know." He said, closing his eyes and sighing "It's hard to explain in words. If I don't write, I feel like I don't have a purpose.."
"Purpose is subjective i guess," he shrugs, sitting back down with scott still in his arms
"I guess... You already know I'm not from this world.. In my world, I was in this store with my wife and I touched this book and it sucked me into this world. This Butterfly God or something kept plaguing my mind with these thoughts that I needed to write a story." He said, scratching the back of his neck "I keep getting these hallucinations and stuff and I keep shaking like a leaf in the wind.."
"You get used to those." tycho smiles, "I think it's just the fact that all the different magic types in the area mixing together cause side effects."
Sanviento laughs “If it weren’t for fools this world would be just a boring hunk of rock.”
"Still. I pride myself on knowing things and not knowing these make me insane. Makes my skin itch that I don't know these things that come so regularly to others. It's like learning a new culture so you blend in!" She huffs, sitting down.
“If you knew everything then that would be boring, trust me, these things aren’t regular to most people. Some people are good at this sort of thing, but most people aren’t, you’re just like everyone else. That’s a good thing in this case.” He sits across from her, his head on his hand.
She sighs "One the things we were talking about was... I wasn't always in this body. I was born Male but got killed by my boyfriend because he found out what I was doing and then got reincarnated into this body. I don't know... I feel like I'm both. Sometimes I feel male and I am in the wrong body. Other times I feel female but I know what I was before and that feels wrong." She explains thoroughly, walking him through all of it.
“Living like you’re in the wrong body isn’t something new either. That’s more common than you think actually, although your circumstances are entirely unique compared to anyone else’s. I’m not trying to say what you are going through is something simple, but rather that you aren’t alone.”
"Hmph." She grumps, running her hand through her hair "I saw your buddy this morning, half dead."
“Yeah,” he chuckles “He’s quite the drinker. Shouldn’t be able to drink as much as he does. That’s what you mean right?”
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Scott looks up at Tycho, chuckling "I honestly bet you could, I weigh all of 112 lbs."
He smiles, "Yeah, i could bench you easily."
He rolls his eyes "Okay, I doubt that."
He grins, lifting him up, "Wanna bet?"
Scott yells, squirming "H-Hey!"
Tycho lift him up like a fireman, "Not bad right?"
"I am going to hit you." He grumbles.
"Oh sure you will" he teases, curling him like a dumbell
Scott hisses and squirms "Tycho!"
"yes mr light?"
He raises a brow "What?- nevermind, set me down!"
"Why?" he smirks, "This is more fun"
Scott grumbles "I have to write the story!"
"You're always writing silly."
"I know but this is.. I don't know." He said, closing his eyes and sighing "It's hard to explain in words. If I don't write, I feel like I don't have a purpose.."
"Purpose is subjective i guess," he shrugs, sitting back down with scott still in his arms
"I guess... You already know I'm not from this world.. In my world, I was in this store with my wife and I touched this book and it sucked me into this world. This Butterfly God or something kept plaguing my mind with these thoughts that I needed to write a story." He said, scratching the back of his neck "I keep getting these hallucinations and stuff and I keep shaking like a leaf in the wind.."
"You get used to those." tycho smiles, "I think it's just the fact that all the different magic types in the area mixing together cause side effects."
"I just feel sick and awful all the time.." he says, shrugging.
Sanviento laughs “If it weren’t for fools this world would be just a boring hunk of rock.”
"Still. I pride myself on knowing things and not knowing these make me insane. Makes my skin itch that I don't know these things that come so regularly to others. It's like learning a new culture so you blend in!" She huffs, sitting down.
“If you knew everything then that would be boring, trust me, these things aren’t regular to most people. Some people are good at this sort of thing, but most people aren’t, you’re just like everyone else. That’s a good thing in this case.” He sits across from her, his head on his hand.
She sighs "One the things we were talking about was... I wasn't always in this body. I was born Male but got killed by my boyfriend because he found out what I was doing and then got reincarnated into this body. I don't know... I feel like I'm both. Sometimes I feel male and I am in the wrong body. Other times I feel female but I know what I was before and that feels wrong." She explains thoroughly, walking him through all of it.
“Living like you’re in the wrong body isn’t something new either. That’s more common than you think actually, although your circumstances are entirely unique compared to anyone else’s. I’m not trying to say what you are going through is something simple, but rather that you aren’t alone.”
"Hmph." She grumps, running her hand through her hair "I saw your buddy this morning, half dead."
“Yeah,” he chuckles “He’s quite the drinker. Shouldn’t be able to drink as much as he does. That’s what you mean right?”
"Not in the slightest." She chirps and leans forward, his eyes narrowing "His little heart is failing him sometimes, I can smell it."
Felix draws the gutting knife and presses the tip against the table. "We do have one last option. If you think it will work."
He lets him speak, placing pancakes in front of Felix.
"Before I suggest this, I want you to know that I still care about you." He begins to eat the pancakes. "It's the only thing I can think of that can keep you from Sammy Boy."
Sanviento laughs “If it weren’t for fools this world would be just a boring hunk of rock.”
"Still. I pride myself on knowing things and not knowing these make me insane. Makes my skin itch that I don't know these things that come so regularly to others. It's like learning a new culture so you blend in!" She huffs, sitting down.
“If you knew everything then that would be boring, trust me, these things aren’t regular to most people. Some people are good at this sort of thing, but most people aren’t, you’re just like everyone else. That’s a good thing in this case.” He sits across from her, his head on his hand.
She sighs "One the things we were talking about was... I wasn't always in this body. I was born Male but got killed by my boyfriend because he found out what I was doing and then got reincarnated into this body. I don't know... I feel like I'm both. Sometimes I feel male and I am in the wrong body. Other times I feel female but I know what I was before and that feels wrong." She explains thoroughly, walking him through all of it.
“Living like you’re in the wrong body isn’t something new either. That’s more common than you think actually, although your circumstances are entirely unique compared to anyone else’s. I’m not trying to say what you are going through is something simple, but rather that you aren’t alone.”
"Hmph." She grumps, running her hand through her hair "I saw your buddy this morning, half dead."
“Yeah,” he chuckles “He’s quite the drinker. Shouldn’t be able to drink as much as he does. That’s what you mean right?”
"Not in the slightest." She chirps and leans forward, his eyes narrowing "His little heart is failing him sometimes, I can smell it."
His face grows serious, concern streaking across “What do you mean his heart is failing him? Like heart burn? Or something worse?”
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Scott looks up at Tycho, chuckling "I honestly bet you could, I weigh all of 112 lbs."
He smiles, "Yeah, i could bench you easily."
He rolls his eyes "Okay, I doubt that."
He grins, lifting him up, "Wanna bet?"
Scott yells, squirming "H-Hey!"
Tycho lift him up like a fireman, "Not bad right?"
"I am going to hit you." He grumbles.
"Oh sure you will" he teases, curling him like a dumbell
Scott hisses and squirms "Tycho!"
"yes mr light?"
He raises a brow "What?- nevermind, set me down!"
"Why?" he smirks, "This is more fun"
Scott grumbles "I have to write the story!"
"You're always writing silly."
"I know but this is.. I don't know." He said, closing his eyes and sighing "It's hard to explain in words. If I don't write, I feel like I don't have a purpose.."
"Purpose is subjective i guess," he shrugs, sitting back down with scott still in his arms
"I guess... You already know I'm not from this world.. In my world, I was in this store with my wife and I touched this book and it sucked me into this world. This Butterfly God or something kept plaguing my mind with these thoughts that I needed to write a story." He said, scratching the back of his neck "I keep getting these hallucinations and stuff and I keep shaking like a leaf in the wind.."
"You get used to those." tycho smiles, "I think it's just the fact that all the different magic types in the area mixing together cause side effects."
"I just feel sick and awful all the time.." he says, shrugging.
"Welcome to the material plane author, it only goes along the hill from here"
Felix draws the gutting knife and presses the tip against the table. "We do have one last option. If you think it will work."
He lets him speak, placing pancakes in front of Felix.
"Before I suggest this, I want you to know that I still care about you." He begins to eat the pancakes. "It's the only thing I can think of that can keep you from Sammy Boy."
"Samaritan isn't the issue. He is... I don't want to say good but I respect him. He is a pillar of the idea of Gluttony." He said, shrugging "It's more I am worried about, well.. you "
Sanviento laughs “If it weren’t for fools this world would be just a boring hunk of rock.”
"Still. I pride myself on knowing things and not knowing these make me insane. Makes my skin itch that I don't know these things that come so regularly to others. It's like learning a new culture so you blend in!" She huffs, sitting down.
“If you knew everything then that would be boring, trust me, these things aren’t regular to most people. Some people are good at this sort of thing, but most people aren’t, you’re just like everyone else. That’s a good thing in this case.” He sits across from her, his head on his hand.
She sighs "One the things we were talking about was... I wasn't always in this body. I was born Male but got killed by my boyfriend because he found out what I was doing and then got reincarnated into this body. I don't know... I feel like I'm both. Sometimes I feel male and I am in the wrong body. Other times I feel female but I know what I was before and that feels wrong." She explains thoroughly, walking him through all of it.
“Living like you’re in the wrong body isn’t something new either. That’s more common than you think actually, although your circumstances are entirely unique compared to anyone else’s. I’m not trying to say what you are going through is something simple, but rather that you aren’t alone.”
"Hmph." She grumps, running her hand through her hair "I saw your buddy this morning, half dead."
“Yeah,” he chuckles “He’s quite the drinker. Shouldn’t be able to drink as much as he does. That’s what you mean right?”
"Not in the slightest." She chirps and leans forward, his eyes narrowing "His little heart is failing him sometimes, I can smell it."
His face grows serious, concern streaking across “What do you mean his heart is failing him? Like heart burn? Or something worse?”
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Scott looks up at Tycho, chuckling "I honestly bet you could, I weigh all of 112 lbs."
He smiles, "Yeah, i could bench you easily."
He rolls his eyes "Okay, I doubt that."
He grins, lifting him up, "Wanna bet?"
Scott yells, squirming "H-Hey!"
Tycho lift him up like a fireman, "Not bad right?"
"I am going to hit you." He grumbles.
"Oh sure you will" he teases, curling him like a dumbell
Scott hisses and squirms "Tycho!"
"yes mr light?"
He raises a brow "What?- nevermind, set me down!"
"Why?" he smirks, "This is more fun"
Scott grumbles "I have to write the story!"
"You're always writing silly."
"I know but this is.. I don't know." He said, closing his eyes and sighing "It's hard to explain in words. If I don't write, I feel like I don't have a purpose.."
"Purpose is subjective i guess," he shrugs, sitting back down with scott still in his arms
"I guess... You already know I'm not from this world.. In my world, I was in this store with my wife and I touched this book and it sucked me into this world. This Butterfly God or something kept plaguing my mind with these thoughts that I needed to write a story." He said, scratching the back of his neck "I keep getting these hallucinations and stuff and I keep shaking like a leaf in the wind.."
"You get used to those." tycho smiles, "I think it's just the fact that all the different magic types in the area mixing together cause side effects."
"I just feel sick and awful all the time.." he says, shrugging.
"Welcome to the material plane author, it only goes along the hill from here"
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Scott looks up at Tycho, chuckling "I honestly bet you could, I weigh all of 112 lbs."
He smiles, "Yeah, i could bench you easily."
He rolls his eyes "Okay, I doubt that."
He grins, lifting him up, "Wanna bet?"
Scott yells, squirming "H-Hey!"
Tycho lift him up like a fireman, "Not bad right?"
"I am going to hit you." He grumbles.
"Oh sure you will" he teases, curling him like a dumbell
Scott hisses and squirms "Tycho!"
"yes mr light?"
He raises a brow "What?- nevermind, set me down!"
"Why?" he smirks, "This is more fun"
Scott grumbles "I have to write the story!"
"You're always writing silly."
"I know but this is.. I don't know." He said, closing his eyes and sighing "It's hard to explain in words. If I don't write, I feel like I don't have a purpose.."
"Purpose is subjective i guess," he shrugs, sitting back down with scott still in his arms
"I guess... You already know I'm not from this world.. In my world, I was in this store with my wife and I touched this book and it sucked me into this world. This Butterfly God or something kept plaguing my mind with these thoughts that I needed to write a story." He said, scratching the back of his neck "I keep getting these hallucinations and stuff and I keep shaking like a leaf in the wind.."
"You get used to those." tycho smiles, "I think it's just the fact that all the different magic types in the area mixing together cause side effects."
"I just feel sick and awful all the time.." he says, shrugging.
"Welcome to the material plane author, it only goes along the hill from here"
He rolls his eyes "I don't like it..."
"Ah ya gotta make some fun here and there" He grins, poking his side, "Learn to use a sword, plant a tree, rip the life out of a local townsman, learn a new language. Stuff like that, they taught you it in school"
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Scott looks up at Tycho, chuckling "I honestly bet you could, I weigh all of 112 lbs."
He smiles, "Yeah, i could bench you easily."
He rolls his eyes "Okay, I doubt that."
He grins, lifting him up, "Wanna bet?"
Scott yells, squirming "H-Hey!"
Tycho lift him up like a fireman, "Not bad right?"
"I am going to hit you." He grumbles.
"Oh sure you will" he teases, curling him like a dumbell
Scott hisses and squirms "Tycho!"
"yes mr light?"
He raises a brow "What?- nevermind, set me down!"
"Why?" he smirks, "This is more fun"
Scott grumbles "I have to write the story!"
"You're always writing silly."
"I know but this is.. I don't know." He said, closing his eyes and sighing "It's hard to explain in words. If I don't write, I feel like I don't have a purpose.."
"Purpose is subjective i guess," he shrugs, sitting back down with scott still in his arms
"I guess... You already know I'm not from this world.. In my world, I was in this store with my wife and I touched this book and it sucked me into this world. This Butterfly God or something kept plaguing my mind with these thoughts that I needed to write a story." He said, scratching the back of his neck "I keep getting these hallucinations and stuff and I keep shaking like a leaf in the wind.."
"You get used to those." tycho smiles, "I think it's just the fact that all the different magic types in the area mixing together cause side effects."
"I just feel sick and awful all the time.." he says, shrugging.
"Welcome to the material plane author, it only goes along the hill from here"
He rolls his eyes "I don't like it..."
"Ah ya gotta make some fun here and there" He grins, poking his side, "Learn to use a sword, plant a tree, rip the life out of a local townsman, learn a new language. Stuff like that, they taught you it in school"
"Wait wait wait, not that third one." He said, holding up his hands
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Riotan strides up next to the angel, staring into their eyes with gleeful malice. “How interesting…”
If writhes about, snarling. Stroth silences it with a curb stomp to the skull "Anyways, I was thinking about using it for something. You want the parts I don't need?"
“Sure. Could be useful. But there’s something I’d also like to take, if you don’t object to me being here for a bit longer. As I probably mentioned, I eat pain, and this guy here is like a banquet.”
"Of course. Do what you must." She bows, nodding. She sets up her tools and numerous alchemical items.
“Lovely~” Riotan positions himself at the angel’s head, hunching over its face and unhinging his jaw. He holds this pose, his eyes glowing white as he emits a hoarse rasping. This is how the Misery Eater feeds.
She watches, fascination painting her face.
“Oh don’t stop on account of me. I get peckish.” He says casually.
"No no! It's more I've been everywhere, seen so many creatures, but never your kind before. You're so beautiful when you do that, it's so weird." She explains, her own grin widening.
“You flatter me. I suppose I’m just one of a kind.” He pretends to blush.
She waves a hand "No flattery. A compliment. I learned the difference."
“Ah. Well, continue with your flaying.” He resumes his devouring stance.
She continues and, while working, she speaks up "an acquaintance of mine, a soulless angel, said I should pursue my studies of emotion. He thinks I could become human." She chuckles
“Why would you ever want to be human?”
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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.
*cut for Riotan, sorry my replies are taking so long. my internet is abysmal rn.*
Riotan strides up next to the angel, staring into their eyes with gleeful malice. “How interesting…”
If writhes about, snarling. Stroth silences it with a curb stomp to the skull "Anyways, I was thinking about using it for something. You want the parts I don't need?"
“Sure. Could be useful. But there’s something I’d also like to take, if you don’t object to me being here for a bit longer. As I probably mentioned, I eat pain, and this guy here is like a banquet.”
"Of course. Do what you must." She bows, nodding. She sets up her tools and numerous alchemical items.
“Lovely~” Riotan positions himself at the angel’s head, hunching over its face and unhinging his jaw. He holds this pose, his eyes glowing white as he emits a hoarse rasping. This is how the Misery Eater feeds.
She watches, fascination painting her face.
“Oh don’t stop on account of me. I get peckish.” He says casually.
"No no! It's more I've been everywhere, seen so many creatures, but never your kind before. You're so beautiful when you do that, it's so weird." She explains, her own grin widening.
“You flatter me. I suppose I’m just one of a kind.” He pretends to blush.
She waves a hand "No flattery. A compliment. I learned the difference."
“Ah. Well, continue with your flaying.” He resumes his devouring stance.
She continues and, while working, she speaks up "an acquaintance of mine, a soulless angel, said I should pursue my studies of emotion. He thinks I could become human." She chuckles
“Why would you ever want to be human?”
"I don't, I explained that to him but I guess it didn't make sense." She said, sighing
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Scott looks up at Tycho, chuckling "I honestly bet you could, I weigh all of 112 lbs."
He smiles, "Yeah, i could bench you easily."
He rolls his eyes "Okay, I doubt that."
He grins, lifting him up, "Wanna bet?"
Scott yells, squirming "H-Hey!"
Tycho lift him up like a fireman, "Not bad right?"
"I am going to hit you." He grumbles.
"Oh sure you will" he teases, curling him like a dumbell
Scott hisses and squirms "Tycho!"
"yes mr light?"
He raises a brow "What?- nevermind, set me down!"
"Why?" he smirks, "This is more fun"
Scott grumbles "I have to write the story!"
"You're always writing silly."
"I know but this is.. I don't know." He said, closing his eyes and sighing "It's hard to explain in words. If I don't write, I feel like I don't have a purpose.."
"Purpose is subjective i guess," he shrugs, sitting back down with scott still in his arms
"I guess... You already know I'm not from this world.. In my world, I was in this store with my wife and I touched this book and it sucked me into this world. This Butterfly God or something kept plaguing my mind with these thoughts that I needed to write a story." He said, scratching the back of his neck "I keep getting these hallucinations and stuff and I keep shaking like a leaf in the wind.."
"You get used to those." tycho smiles, "I think it's just the fact that all the different magic types in the area mixing together cause side effects."
"I just feel sick and awful all the time.." he says, shrugging.
"Welcome to the material plane author, it only goes along the hill from here"
He rolls his eyes "I don't like it..."
"Ah ya gotta make some fun here and there" He grins, poking his side, "Learn to use a sword, plant a tree, rip the life out of a local townsman, learn a new language. Stuff like that, they taught you it in school"
"Wait wait wait, not that third one." He said, holding up his hands
"Come on, draconic isn't that hard once you get into it"
*Hey Alaric, do you want me to repost Tycho and Scott's interaction?*
*Sure :D*
Scott looks up at Tycho, chuckling "I honestly bet you could, I weigh all of 112 lbs."
He smiles, "Yeah, i could bench you easily."
He rolls his eyes "Okay, I doubt that."
He grins, lifting him up, "Wanna bet?"
Scott yells, squirming "H-Hey!"
Tycho lift him up like a fireman, "Not bad right?"
"I am going to hit you." He grumbles.
"Oh sure you will" he teases, curling him like a dumbell
Scott hisses and squirms "Tycho!"
"yes mr light?"
He raises a brow "What?- nevermind, set me down!"
"Why?" he smirks, "This is more fun"
Scott grumbles "I have to write the story!"
"You're always writing silly."
"I know but this is.. I don't know." He said, closing his eyes and sighing "It's hard to explain in words. If I don't write, I feel like I don't have a purpose.."
"Purpose is subjective i guess," he shrugs, sitting back down with scott still in his arms
"I guess... You already know I'm not from this world.. In my world, I was in this store with my wife and I touched this book and it sucked me into this world. This Butterfly God or something kept plaguing my mind with these thoughts that I needed to write a story." He said, scratching the back of his neck "I keep getting these hallucinations and stuff and I keep shaking like a leaf in the wind.."
"You get used to those." tycho smiles, "I think it's just the fact that all the different magic types in the area mixing together cause side effects."
"I just feel sick and awful all the time.." he says, shrugging.
"Welcome to the material plane author, it only goes along the hill from here"
He rolls his eyes "I don't like it..."
"Ah ya gotta make some fun here and there" He grins, poking his side, "Learn to use a sword, plant a tree, rip the life out of a local townsman, learn a new language. Stuff like that, they taught you it in school"
"Wait wait wait, not that third one." He said, holding up his hands
"Come on, draconic isn't that hard once you get into it"
"No, the killing option." He said
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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
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"I guess... You already know I'm not from this world.. In my world, I was in this store with my wife and I touched this book and it sucked me into this world. This Butterfly God or something kept plaguing my mind with these thoughts that I needed to write a story." He said, scratching the back of his neck "I keep getting these hallucinations and stuff and I keep shaking like a leaf in the wind.."
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
He lets him speak, placing pancakes in front of Felix.
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
He looks into her eyes as he clasps her paws tightly, “As soon as possible, I’d rather our child see a married happy family then their mother and her boyfriend.” He says with a broad and genuine smile.
"You get used to those." tycho smiles, "I think it's just the fact that all the different magic types in the area mixing together cause side effects."
“Yeah,” he chuckles “He’s quite the drinker. Shouldn’t be able to drink as much as he does. That’s what you mean right?”
"I just feel sick and awful all the time.." he says, shrugging.
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
He is holding a bouquet of white lilies in his other hand, a smile on his face, enjoying the simple pleasures of life despite his condition.
Denji nods furiously “Yeah totally!”
"Not in the slightest." She chirps and leans forward, his eyes narrowing "His little heart is failing him sometimes, I can smell it."
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
"Before I suggest this, I want you to know that I still care about you." He begins to eat the pancakes. "It's the only thing I can think of that can keep you from Sammy Boy."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
His face grows serious, concern streaking across “What do you mean his heart is failing him? Like heart burn? Or something worse?”
"Welcome to the material plane author, it only goes along the hill from here"
"Samaritan isn't the issue. He is... I don't want to say good but I respect him. He is a pillar of the idea of Gluttony." He said, shrugging "It's more I am worried about, well.. 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
She shrugs "No idea, just smelled it."
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
He rolls his eyes "I don't like it..."
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
"Ah ya gotta make some fun here and there" He grins, poking his side, "Learn to use a sword, plant a tree, rip the life out of a local townsman, learn a new language. Stuff like that, they taught you it in school"
"Wait wait wait, not that third one." He said, holding up his hands
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
“Why would you ever want to be human?”
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, I explained that to him but I guess it didn't make sense." She said, sighing
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
"Come on, draconic isn't that hard once you get into it"
"No, the killing option." He 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