*Im sorry to hear that, can I do anything to help?*
*Unfortunately there is not much either of you can do but it elevate my downed spirits, would you two perhaps like to roleplay?*
*If you want to I would be happy to without a doubt. Do you want anyone specific?*
*I didn't plan this far ahead. Uh, I suppose the new boi (the samurai), Sparrow, and Tim.,
*Sorry, I’m back. Of course. I hope you’re still here.*
Tengen is in the forest, cleaning the fragments of the blade he is trapped within, this body only an illusion, created to function like a body, but truly not one, his horns sticking through his jet black hair.
Sparrow is working out at his camp, thinking about getting himself an actual home considering he’s only kept from being cold from what he now understands is his paladin aura.
Tim is eating a piece of candy, having a little treat that he was given at the Inn. He looks happy, and his magic has seemingly become more dormant as a result.
Max is still watching them. He's not trying to hide it, either. He's just fidgeting with the metal cube he has and, more so, watching Tengen's blade.
Stroth is mixing together powdered metals, heating them, and setting aside the ones that she deems 'not good'.
Ichigo watches over him, sitting beside him like a bodyguard.
*Im sorry to hear that, can I do anything to help?*
*Unfortunately there is not much either of you can do but it elevate my downed spirits, would you two perhaps like to roleplay?*
*If you want to I would be happy to without a doubt. Do you want anyone specific?*
*I didn't plan this far ahead. Uh, I suppose the new boi (the samurai), Sparrow, and Tim.,
*Sorry, I’m back. Of course. I hope you’re still here.*
Tengen is in the forest, cleaning the fragments of the blade he is trapped within, this body only an illusion, created to function like a body, but truly not one, his horns sticking through his jet black hair.
Sparrow is working out at his camp, thinking about getting himself an actual home considering he’s only kept from being cold from what he now understands is his paladin aura.
Tim is eating a piece of candy, having a little treat that he was given at the Inn. He looks happy, and his magic has seemingly become more dormant as a result.
Max is still watching them. He's not trying to hide it, either. He's just fidgeting with the metal cube he has and, more so, watching Tengen's blade.
Stroth is mixing together powdered metals, heating them, and setting aside the ones that she deems 'not good'.
Ichigo watches over him, sitting beside him like a bodyguard.
Tengen has noticed them, and pieces of the blade seem have been steadily going missing as he looks down to his own belt, the mask materializing there.
Every so often he takes a break, walking over to check on Stroth, covered in sweat, his hair glistening with such, his muscles dense “What’re ya doin’ here?”
Tim seems to have been seriously worried and is incredibly happy to have Ichigo with them, occasionally trying to hug them.
*Im sorry to hear that, can I do anything to help?*
*Unfortunately there is not much either of you can do but it elevate my downed spirits, would you two perhaps like to roleplay?*
*If you want to I would be happy to without a doubt. Do you want anyone specific?*
*I didn't plan this far ahead. Uh, I suppose the new boi (the samurai), Sparrow, and Tim.,
*Sorry, I’m back. Of course. I hope you’re still here.*
Tengen is in the forest, cleaning the fragments of the blade he is trapped within, this body only an illusion, created to function like a body, but truly not one, his horns sticking through his jet black hair.
Sparrow is working out at his camp, thinking about getting himself an actual home considering he’s only kept from being cold from what he now understands is his paladin aura.
Tim is eating a piece of candy, having a little treat that he was given at the Inn. He looks happy, and his magic has seemingly become more dormant as a result.
Max is still watching them. He's not trying to hide it, either. He's just fidgeting with the metal cube he has and, more so, watching Tengen's blade.
Stroth is mixing together powdered metals, heating them, and setting aside the ones that she deems 'not good'.
Ichigo watches over him, sitting beside him like a bodyguard.
Tengen has noticed them, and pieces of the blade seem have been steadily going missing as he looks down to his own belt, the mask materializing there.
Every so often he takes a break, walking over to check on Stroth, covered in sweat, his hair glistening with such, his muscles dense “What’re ya doin’ here?”
Tim seems to have been seriously worried and is incredibly happy to have Ichigo with them, occasionally trying to hug them.
Max tilts his head, putting away the cube, his attention now fully focused.
"Making explosives." She smiles "Nothing special."
Ichigo hugs him back, though his movements are a bit sluggish and slow.
*Im sorry to hear that, can I do anything to help?*
*Unfortunately there is not much either of you can do but it elevate my downed spirits, would you two perhaps like to roleplay?*
*If you want to I would be happy to without a doubt. Do you want anyone specific?*
*I didn't plan this far ahead. Uh, I suppose the new boi (the samurai), Sparrow, and Tim.,
*Sorry, I’m back. Of course. I hope you’re still here.*
Tengen is in the forest, cleaning the fragments of the blade he is trapped within, this body only an illusion, created to function like a body, but truly not one, his horns sticking through his jet black hair.
Sparrow is working out at his camp, thinking about getting himself an actual home considering he’s only kept from being cold from what he now understands is his paladin aura.
Tim is eating a piece of candy, having a little treat that he was given at the Inn. He looks happy, and his magic has seemingly become more dormant as a result.
Max is still watching them. He's not trying to hide it, either. He's just fidgeting with the metal cube he has and, more so, watching Tengen's blade.
Stroth is mixing together powdered metals, heating them, and setting aside the ones that she deems 'not good'.
Ichigo watches over him, sitting beside him like a bodyguard.
Tengen has noticed them, and pieces of the blade seem have been steadily going missing as he looks down to his own belt, the mask materializing there.
Every so often he takes a break, walking over to check on Stroth, covered in sweat, his hair glistening with such, his muscles dense “What’re ya doin’ here?”
Tim seems to have been seriously worried and is incredibly happy to have Ichigo with them, occasionally trying to hug them.
Max tilts his head, putting away the cube, his attention now fully focused.
"Making explosives." She smiles "Nothing special."
Ichigo hugs him back, though his movements are a bit sluggish and slow.
He puts his mask on, his horns growing more true as his skin changes and his armor pieces come together on him as he stands up. He points to them, then makes a gesture all around them, the pieces of the blade are rotating around them.
He smiles back at her “Explosives ? Been a long time since we’ve blown somethin’ up huh?”
At that, he’s sad “Is there anything I can do to help? Maybe my dad can help you.”
*Im sorry to hear that, can I do anything to help?*
*Unfortunately there is not much either of you can do but it elevate my downed spirits, would you two perhaps like to roleplay?*
*If you want to I would be happy to without a doubt. Do you want anyone specific?*
*I didn't plan this far ahead. Uh, I suppose the new boi (the samurai), Sparrow, and Tim.,
*Sorry, I’m back. Of course. I hope you’re still here.*
Tengen is in the forest, cleaning the fragments of the blade he is trapped within, this body only an illusion, created to function like a body, but truly not one, his horns sticking through his jet black hair.
Sparrow is working out at his camp, thinking about getting himself an actual home considering he’s only kept from being cold from what he now understands is his paladin aura.
Tim is eating a piece of candy, having a little treat that he was given at the Inn. He looks happy, and his magic has seemingly become more dormant as a result.
Max is still watching them. He's not trying to hide it, either. He's just fidgeting with the metal cube he has and, more so, watching Tengen's blade.
Stroth is mixing together powdered metals, heating them, and setting aside the ones that she deems 'not good'.
Ichigo watches over him, sitting beside him like a bodyguard.
Tengen has noticed them, and pieces of the blade seem have been steadily going missing as he looks down to his own belt, the mask materializing there.
Every so often he takes a break, walking over to check on Stroth, covered in sweat, his hair glistening with such, his muscles dense “What’re ya doin’ here?”
Tim seems to have been seriously worried and is incredibly happy to have Ichigo with them, occasionally trying to hug them.
Max tilts his head, putting away the cube, his attention now fully focused.
"Making explosives." She smiles "Nothing special."
Ichigo hugs him back, though his movements are a bit sluggish and slow.
He puts his mask on, his horns growing more true as his skin changes and his armor pieces come together on him as he stands up. He points to them, then makes a gesture all around them, the pieces of the blade are rotating around them.
He smiles back at her “Explosives ? Been a long time since we’ve blown somethin’ up huh?”
At that, he’s sad “Is there anything I can do to help? Maybe my dad can help you.”
Max slowly raises his head. They tilt their head to the side, blinking slowly.
She nods "Agreed, which is why I am making them." She chuckles.
"It is... fine. I do not... trust your father... or your sister." He rasps.
“Please tell me, why are you staring at us?” His voice filled with more venom than the kind man from before.
He chuckles, running a hand through his hair “Make sure not ta hurt yerself with them, I know how volatile explosives can be.”
He looks down to them, slightly downtrodden “You’re right, I shouldn’t, even if it would help you.”
"The blade." He points to its hilt and then to the floating blades with his gloved hand.
"I know but I have done this more than one thousand times." She laughs lightly.
"I am okay... Do not.. worry."
“The blade is not of your concern, why do you find it so interesting?” The blades get close enough to cut them if he moves too much.
He chuckles, rolling his shoulders “As long as my wife doesn’t blow herself up, I’ll be the happiest thief in the world.”
He looks down to them, putting his knees to his chest and wrapping his arms around them “Okay… I’ll try not to.” His magic veins changing colors.
He doesn't seem to care, in fact, he looks up at them, and through the mask, they can see his eyes glinting "If you're going to threaten me, might as well cut me a little." he looks back down at the grass "The blade is interesting." is all he offers.
She laughs a bit "If I do, another body I am stuck into." She shrugs.
“Please tell me, why are you staring at us?” His voice filled with more venom than the kind man from before.
He chuckles, running a hand through his hair “Make sure not ta hurt yerself with them, I know how volatile explosives can be.”
He looks down to them, slightly downtrodden “You’re right, I shouldn’t, even if it would help you.”
"The blade." He points to its hilt and then to the floating blades with his gloved hand.
"I know but I have done this more than one thousand times." She laughs lightly.
"I am okay... Do not.. worry."
“The blade is not of your concern, why do you find it so interesting?” The blades get close enough to cut them if he moves too much.
He chuckles, rolling his shoulders “As long as my wife doesn’t blow herself up, I’ll be the happiest thief in the world.”
He looks down to them, putting his knees to his chest and wrapping his arms around them “Okay… I’ll try not to.” His magic veins changing colors.
He doesn't seem to care, in fact, he looks up at them, and through the mask, they can see his eyes glinting "If you're going to threaten me, might as well cut me a little." he looks back down at the grass "The blade is interesting." is all he offers.
She laughs a bit "If I do, another body I am stuck into." She shrugs.
Ichigo hugs him again, holding them in his arms.
“I suppose I could as easily kill you, curiosity killing the cat and all that.” The blades all immensely sharp as they come back to Tengen, reassembling on the hilt of the blade “Interest isn’t safe for you.”
He continues to work out, doing crunches and pull ups, his arms swelling with strength as he happily watches her work.
They slowly hug them back “T-thank you Ichigo.” Growing more used to hugs.
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Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
Max is still watching them. He's not trying to hide it, either. He's just fidgeting with the metal cube he has and, more so, watching Tengen's blade.
Stroth is mixing together powdered metals, heating them, and setting aside the ones that she deems 'not good'.
Ichigo watches over him, sitting beside him like a bodyguard.
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
*uhhhh want me to list off all 118 of them I currently know?*
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
Tengen has noticed them, and pieces of the blade seem have been steadily going missing as he looks down to his own belt, the mask materializing there.
Every so often he takes a break, walking over to check on Stroth, covered in sweat, his hair glistening with such, his muscles dense “What’re ya doin’ here?”
Tim seems to have been seriously worried and is incredibly happy to have Ichigo with them, occasionally trying to hug them.
Max tilts his head, putting away the cube, his attention now fully focused.
"Making explosives." She smiles "Nothing special."
Ichigo hugs him back, though his movements are a bit sluggish and slow.
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 puts his mask on, his horns growing more true as his skin changes and his armor pieces come together on him as he stands up. He points to them, then makes a gesture all around them, the pieces of the blade are rotating around them.
He smiles back at her “Explosives ? Been a long time since we’ve blown somethin’ up huh?”
At that, he’s sad “Is there anything I can do to help? Maybe my dad can help you.”
(that is a lot of characters lol)
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
Max slowly raises his head. They tilt their head to the side, blinking slowly.
She nods "Agreed, which is why I am making them." She chuckles.
"It is... fine. I do not... trust your father... or your sister." He rasps.
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
*There are more but I dont have them archived.*
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
(who do you want to play then?)
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
*Cut for Wendi.*
“Please tell me, why are you staring at us?” His voice filled with more venom than the kind man from before.
He chuckles, running a hand through his hair “Make sure not ta hurt yerself with them, I know how volatile explosives can be.”
He looks down to them, slightly downtrodden “You’re right, I shouldn’t, even if it would help you.”
*uhhhhhh I honestly dont have a preference.*
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 don't really have a preference either lol)
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
"The blade." He points to its hilt and then to the floating blades with his gloved hand.
"I know but I have done this more than one thousand times." She laughs lightly.
"I am okay... Do not.. worry."
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
“The blade is not of your concern, why do you find it so interesting?” The blades get close enough to cut them if he moves too much.
He chuckles, rolling his shoulders “As long as my wife doesn’t blow herself up, I’ll be the happiest thief in the world.”
He looks down to them, putting his knees to his chest and wrapping his arms around them “Okay… I’ll try not to.” His magic veins changing colors.
* The sad *
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 doesn't seem to care, in fact, he looks up at them, and through the mask, they can see his eyes glinting "If you're going to threaten me, might as well cut me a little." he looks back down at the grass "The blade is interesting." is all he offers.
She laughs a bit "If I do, another body I am stuck into." She shrugs.
Ichigo hugs him again, holding them in his arms.
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
*ehhhhhhhhhhhhhhh*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Honey, you can't say that in front of the children.*
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 suppose I could as easily kill you, curiosity killing the cat and all that.” The blades all immensely sharp as they come back to Tengen, reassembling on the hilt of the blade “Interest isn’t safe for you.”
He continues to work out, doing crunches and pull ups, his arms swelling with strength as he happily watches her work.
They slowly hug them back “T-thank you Ichigo.” Growing more used to hugs.