*I lied.. I can't sleep. My body is to on edge...*
*Im sorry you're going through this sh*t Wendi...*
*I'm fine. I'll be fine. I'm looking over lawyers at the moment.*
*That's a relief. She really deserves to get sued for how she's treating you. Honestly, I'd want to have a talk with her to get her perspective, but I don't think she's the type who even understands her own feelings, let alone others'.*
*I lied.. I can't sleep. My body is to on edge...*
*Im sorry you're going through this sh*t Wendi...*
*I'm fine. I'll be fine. I'm looking over lawyers at the moment.*
*That's a relief. She really deserves to get sued for how she's treating you. Honestly, I'd want to have a talk with her to get her perspective, but I don't think she's the type who even understands her own feelings, let alone others'.*
*I think she is sociopathic or just blind to her own faults. I don't know though and I shouldn't worry myself about.*
Vaska is behind the counter, cleaning out the same mug over and over and over
"Vaska?" Saphuno says as she walks behind the counter, making her presence known.
"Maam! Sorry I'm late. I didn't know what to do so..." she gestures vaguely to her cup
"It's alright little one. Gentle now, I'm going to touch your forehead." Her voice is quiet, calming. Vaska feels two paw pads on her forehead, and after a brief moment, she is able to see vague outlines of her surroundings.
"Oh! Thanks." she puts the cup away.
"No problem. Now, the job is simple, talk to customers who sit at the tables and booths, get their orders, and bring em to me. You'll also bring them their food and drinks. Can ya do it, kid?"
"Sure. I've had to do far harder than customer service"
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Vaska is behind the counter, cleaning out the same mug over and over and over
"Vaska?" Saphuno says as she walks behind the counter, making her presence known.
"Maam! Sorry I'm late. I didn't know what to do so..." she gestures vaguely to her cup
"It's alright little one. Gentle now, I'm going to touch your forehead." Her voice is quiet, calming. Vaska feels two paw pads on her forehead, and after a brief moment, she is able to see vague outlines of her surroundings.
"Oh! Thanks." she puts the cup away.
"No problem. Now, the job is simple, talk to customers who sit at the tables and booths, get their orders, and bring em to me. You'll also bring them their food and drinks. Can ya do it, kid?"
"Sure. I've had to do far harder than customer service"
"Well, that's all there is to it. Hope ya like my tricks, I got a lot~" She sits down at the bar, opening a cookbook.
"I don't need to cook, do I?"
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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)
*I had twice the healtyh amount of caffeine today, I almost ascended to godhood. also yes*
*Who would you like to roleplay with? Also you can never defeat the god of cold water.*
*I... don't have the capacity to choose.*
*Hmm, I got you.*
A chisel, absolutely refined angel is resting from his workout. He is wearing a t shirt, gym shorts, and sunglasses, looking completely radiant. His sunkissed skin looking fabulous.
Benimaru is in the tavern, drinking sake and having a smoke on his own, a little bit of a smile on his face as he leans against one of the walls.
Vaska is behind the tavern counter, trying to fold a towel. (it's not going well)
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*Who would you like to roleplay with? Also you can never defeat the god of cold water.*
Šeansal walks into the inn, blood covering his hands and torso, emitting a clinking sound.
Klei walks by her. “What do you have there?” He asks with interest.
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 fine. I'll be fine. I'm looking over lawyers at the moment.*
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
*That's a relief. She really deserves to get sued for how she's treating you. Honestly, I'd want to have a talk with her to get her perspective, but I don't think she's the type who even understands her own feelings, let alone others'.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“Kolê?” He grunts.
“…cool!” He says with faint hesitation. “What’re you gonna use it for?”
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 think she is sociopathic or just blind to her own faults. I don't know though and I shouldn't worry myself about.*
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
"Sure. I've had to do far harder than customer service"
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)
*prosecute her for all she’s got, dude*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“Why would I join you?”
He thinks for a second. “…nope. What would that entail?”
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 need to cook, do I?"
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)
*Hmm, I got you.*
A chisel, absolutely refined angel is resting from his workout. He is wearing a t shirt, gym shorts, and sunglasses, looking completely radiant. His sunkissed skin looking fabulous.
Benimaru is in the tavern, drinking sake and having a smoke on his own, a little bit of a smile on his face as he leans against one of the walls.
“Hmm. 60 percent, then.”
“Already got most of that, actually.” He responds.
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 open, if, you know, you wanna*
Vaska is behind the tavern counter, trying to fold a towel. (it's not going well)
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)