He finally gets a buzz, apparently his tolerance being raised by his alliance with Yuki. slowly, he falls asleep.
"We don't have to, I've got a new hire." she smiles, ruffling his hair. "Sorry I cuffed you to the bench... not something I'd usually do outside of the bedroom."
*Yay, happy ending.*
He chuckles softly, letting his hair be ruffled, his horns returning their flare "I didn't mind it too much~" He laughs "But you told me what I needed to hear, and I really needed to hear it."
She pulls him into her lap, humming softly. "Im also sorry I yelled at you, I just didn't know how to get it through to you what you mean to me..."
He lets himself be pulled, though he doesn't really have the strength to resist anyway "I needed to hear it, you got it to me, I will never be mad at you for doing what you need to. Don't be sorry."
"Okay..." She hugs him, brushing a paw against his face. "It's getting dark, we should go home.."
He chuckles "We probably should, unless...~" He smiles, letting himself be held in her arms, being as flamboyant as always.
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
*get back here and let me kiss you, I'm sorry! I had to lie in front of Jobah, you aren't really third. you're above Jobah, I promise, my stoner buddy*
*RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH*
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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.
*Eh, just in case anyone else wants to rp, here's the rest of the cowboys.*
Merabelle is making gumbo out of the corpses of several recently killed creatures, her hands still covered in the blood at she sturs the pot, putting some of the blood into it to add flavor as she hums to herself. She's wearing a blood stained cooking apron along with a tight white shirt and bright blue jeans, insinuating her curves and grey skin.
Grimes is having something to eat, eating a bowl of oats with a spoon, sitting right outside of the forest, his sniper sitting next to him as he contemplates his life, looking to the sky above. Wearing his usual attire.
Sparrow is sitting outside of the tavern, thinking about how he might want to buy an actual home to live in as he carves himself some more statues of his family and friends, currently working on one of Riotan, wearing a bright white shirt and jeans, with his hat and boots.
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
"No idea. Something weird I'm hoping. Like Tucker or Greg." She giggles madly.
"Mhm, I am very sorry if that changes anything." He says, closing the book.
"You really expect that?" He tilts his head.
"Tucker ain't that weird a name, but maybe that's just cause I'm from country." She cackles, grabbing her painting suppies.
"It don't, it just ain't expected. I just wanted ta know, I don't think anything could make things change between us."
"I don't expect much, but I trust in my wife, an' that's all that matters."
She laughs a bit "I know I know, just sounds like something names their dog or cow." She snorts.
"What would you like to know so there is nothing else left in the dark?" He asks.
He snorts "Idiota. A friggin penedejo." He begins to curse in Spanish.
She laughs with them, far heartier "Yer right about that, but if anybodies gonna try an' bully my niece 'er nephew fer their name, I'm gonna handle 'em personally."
"I... don't know... maybe you can just tell me what I should know." He says, putting down his oats bowl.
He begins cursing him back, laughing at the man in return, getting out of his chair.
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
He finally gets a buzz, apparently his tolerance being raised by his alliance with Yuki. slowly, he falls asleep.
"We don't have to, I've got a new hire." she smiles, ruffling his hair. "Sorry I cuffed you to the bench... not something I'd usually do outside of the bedroom."
*Yay, happy ending.*
He chuckles softly, letting his hair be ruffled, his horns returning their flare "I didn't mind it too much~" He laughs "But you told me what I needed to hear, and I really needed to hear it."
She pulls him into her lap, humming softly. "Im also sorry I yelled at you, I just didn't know how to get it through to you what you mean to me..."
He lets himself be pulled, though he doesn't really have the strength to resist anyway "I needed to hear it, you got it to me, I will never be mad at you for doing what you need to. Don't be sorry."
"Okay..." She hugs him, brushing a paw against his face. "It's getting dark, we should go home.."
He chuckles "We probably should, unless...~" He smiles, letting himself be held in her arms, being as flamboyant as always.
"No" she says flatly.
"Welp, guess we should go home then."
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
*Eh, just in case anyone else wants to rp, here's the rest of the cowboys.*
Merabelle is making gumbo out of the corpses of several recently killed creatures, her hands still covered in the blood at she sturs the pot, putting some of the blood into it to add flavor as she hums to herself. She's wearing a blood stained cooking apron along with a tight white shirt and bright blue jeans, insinuating her curves and grey skin.
Grimes is having something to eat, eating a bowl of oats with a spoon, sitting right outside of the forest, his sniper sitting next to him as he contemplates his life, looking to the sky above. Wearing his usual attire.
Sparrow is sitting outside of the tavern, thinking about how he might want to buy an actual home to live in as he carves himself some more statues of his family and friends, currently working on one of Riotan, wearing a bright white shirt and jeans, with his hat and boots.
*I want to RP, but I only have like 10 minutes.*
*Ah, screw it, I can just continue the interaction tomorrow.*
He hears the piano playing inside, and someone singing along with it. (I don't think Sparrow was there the first time, but this is Desi practicing his song again.)
"...It's where you know you belong. You will live for your lessons, Dark lightened by song. Destined to descend The blood streaks in your wake If you learn one thing now It should be what’s at stake..."
*You are my first favorite, if that means anything.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He chuckles "We probably should, unless...~" He smiles, letting himself be held in her arms, being as flamboyant as always.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
*RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Don't worry, you're number one for me*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
He places his chin in the palm of his hand, watching them.
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
*I disagree, but we can husband off about it.*
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
"No idea. Something weird I'm hoping. Like Tucker or Greg." She giggles madly.
"Mhm, I am very sorry if that changes anything." He says, closing the book.
"You really expect that?" He tilts his head.
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
*I aspire to be Cordell Walker from Walker Texas Ranger. I want to roundhouse kick a robber in the face.*
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
"Tucker ain't that weird a name, but maybe that's just cause I'm from country." She cackles, grabbing her painting suppies.
"It don't, it just ain't expected. I just wanted ta know, I don't think anything could make things change between us."
"I don't expect much, but I trust in my wife, an' that's all that matters."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
She laughs a bit "I know I know, just sounds like something names their dog or cow." She snorts.
"What would you like to know so there is nothing else left in the dark?" He asks.
He snorts "Idiota. A friggin penedejo." He begins to curse in Spanish.
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
Thirteen is reading about elemental crucibles.
Mauric is finishing his rounds in the Inn.
Loriche is making chains of entanglement.
Riotan is stashing dead animals in a hollow tree trunk.
[others available on request]
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 laughs with them, far heartier "Yer right about that, but if anybodies gonna try an' bully my niece 'er nephew fer their name, I'm gonna handle 'em personally."
"I... don't know... maybe you can just tell me what I should know." He says, putting down his oats bowl.
He begins cursing him back, laughing at the man in return, getting out of his chair.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
Nik appears behind Thirteen, tilting his head "Hello there." He purrs.
Home is sitting out on the front lawn of the Guilt House despite it absolutely raining.
Samaritan walks up to Riotan and tilts his head "What in the hell's are you doing?"
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
"Welp, guess we should go home then."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
*I want to RP, but I only have like 10 minutes.*
*Ah, screw it, I can just continue the interaction tomorrow.*
He hears the piano playing inside, and someone singing along with it. (I don't think Sparrow was there the first time, but this is Desi practicing his song again.)
"...It's where you know you belong.
You will live for your lessons,
Dark lightened by song.
Destined to descend
The blood streaks in your wake
If you learn one thing now
It should be what’s at stake..."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*I love that image.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels