*i just realized I found a perfect character to turn into a fear eater if I ever end up playing they feed on Fear*
*Beautiful*
*Tell me*
*their name is Maestro. They are from Doctor Who.*
*they are the god of music and is literally one of the very, very few creatures the doctor is legitimately afraid of. “I heard music… and music… IS MINE-“ the doctor ran when they were summoned. They feed off of the unsung songs and inspiration of people, killing them in the process. They’d be a specter.*
He smiles, wrapping an arm around them to comfort them. (Good place to end? Want anyone else?)
He smiles, looking deep into where their eyes would be “I wish I could do the same.”
*I suppose anyone will do.*
"If you die, I will revive you, and you can join me in undeath."
*Of course, maybe just Sparrow. Sorry for being slow.*
Sparrow be bring his stuff to his and Stroth’s new home that Ragnerious has built for them both.
He nuzzles against their chest, holding it with a hand “That sounds amazin’.”
*Im back and alive once more.*
Stroth is crawling around on the walls to test everything out.
"Good, I would do it with or without your consent. I adore you Grimes."
*Are you doing well?*
Everything is well built, and seems to be at least blast resistant, Rag doesn’t play when protecting his friends as Sparrow brings in everything he owns, which isn’t much, Shadow and the mini horse walking into the stables.
“I don’t know how I lived without ya.” He gives them another kiss, closing his eyes and nuzzling close.
*Is doing well. You?*
Stroth crawls out the door and smiles "My many thanks Rag, I hope to return the favor sometime." She beams.
The Herald nods and holds them in his arms.
*Doing great, or at least I think I am.*
Rag cracks his neck, waving as he walks off “Think nothing of it, I like to keep myself busy.” He stomps off, Sparrow saying goodbye to him as well.
(Good place to end?)
*That's good! :)*
Stroth huffs and grins at him "I'm gonna make him a giant sized feast."
The GrouperCorp factory is up and running again. The trawlers head out to sea. The automatons roam and the workers come in. Oswald stands on the balcony outside his office, the one he built for Yuri. He takes a drag on his cigarette, not wanting to spend the money on cigars at the moment. "Welcome home." He murmurs. "There will be blood a-plenty."
The moment he steps out, he is suddenly attacked by a bolt of Green and white. Yuri somehow flies in at the speed of a bullet and tackle hugs him.
He smiles, wrapping an arm around them to comfort them. (Good place to end? Want anyone else?)
He smiles, looking deep into where their eyes would be “I wish I could do the same.”
*I suppose anyone will do.*
"If you die, I will revive you, and you can join me in undeath."
*Of course, maybe just Sparrow. Sorry for being slow.*
Sparrow be bring his stuff to his and Stroth’s new home that Ragnerious has built for them both.
He nuzzles against their chest, holding it with a hand “That sounds amazin’.”
*Im back and alive once more.*
Stroth is crawling around on the walls to test everything out.
"Good, I would do it with or without your consent. I adore you Grimes."
*Are you doing well?*
Everything is well built, and seems to be at least blast resistant, Rag doesn’t play when protecting his friends as Sparrow brings in everything he owns, which isn’t much, Shadow and the mini horse walking into the stables.
“I don’t know how I lived without ya.” He gives them another kiss, closing his eyes and nuzzling close.
*Is doing well. You?*
Stroth crawls out the door and smiles "My many thanks Rag, I hope to return the favor sometime." She beams.
The Herald nods and holds them in his arms.
*Doing great, or at least I think I am.*
Rag cracks his neck, waving as he walks off “Think nothing of it, I like to keep myself busy.” He stomps off, Sparrow saying goodbye to him as well.
(Good place to end?)
*That's good! :)*
Stroth huffs and grins at him "I'm gonna make him a giant sized feast."
*Sure!*
*I hope it is, want anyone else? I won’t be here too long but I’m trying.*
Sparrow wraps an arm around them “He deserves it, an’ I’ll help ya as much as I can, once I get this all inside.”
*i just realized I found a perfect character to turn into a fear eater if I ever end up playing they feed on Fear*
*Beautiful*
*Tell me*
*their name is Maestro. They are from Doctor Who.*
*they are the god of music and is literally one of the very, very few creatures the doctor is legitimately afraid of. “I heard music… and music… IS MINE-“ the doctor ran when they were summoned. They feed off of the unsung songs and inspiration of people, killing them in the process. They’d be a specter.*
*God of horror. I'll make him something non-deific in power, but still*
"Yeah, but you're decent. That's more than I am."
"Oooooh, noice! Yeah, probably. Yuri still got build that train in town lol*
"Mn, if we are going after the Halo Prospect, you are a good man from my first interaction."
"Eh. What's the Halo Prospect?"
"The halo prospect is a type of cognitive bias in which the overall impression of a person influences how others feel and think about a person's specific traits. For example, "He is nice!" affects the perception of other particular characteristics." He says.
The GrouperCorp factory is up and running again. The trawlers head out to sea. The automatons roam and the workers come in. Oswald stands on the balcony outside his office, the one he built for Yuri. He takes a drag on his cigarette, not wanting to spend the money on cigars at the moment. "Welcome home." He murmurs. "There will be blood a-plenty."
The moment he steps out, he is suddenly attacked by a bolt of Green and white. Yuri somehow flies in at the speed of a bullet and tackle hugs him.
He somehow isn't sent flying, only stumbling to the floor due to the stability of his steel internals. He runs a glove through her hair, not bothered at all. "Mm. I didn't expect you here for another two months. I was hoping to set up something nice for you."
He smiles, wrapping an arm around them to comfort them. (Good place to end? Want anyone else?)
He smiles, looking deep into where their eyes would be “I wish I could do the same.”
*I suppose anyone will do.*
"If you die, I will revive you, and you can join me in undeath."
*Of course, maybe just Sparrow. Sorry for being slow.*
Sparrow be bring his stuff to his and Stroth’s new home that Ragnerious has built for them both.
He nuzzles against their chest, holding it with a hand “That sounds amazin’.”
*Im back and alive once more.*
Stroth is crawling around on the walls to test everything out.
"Good, I would do it with or without your consent. I adore you Grimes."
*Are you doing well?*
Everything is well built, and seems to be at least blast resistant, Rag doesn’t play when protecting his friends as Sparrow brings in everything he owns, which isn’t much, Shadow and the mini horse walking into the stables.
“I don’t know how I lived without ya.” He gives them another kiss, closing his eyes and nuzzling close.
*Is doing well. You?*
Stroth crawls out the door and smiles "My many thanks Rag, I hope to return the favor sometime." She beams.
The Herald nods and holds them in his arms.
*Doing great, or at least I think I am.*
Rag cracks his neck, waving as he walks off “Think nothing of it, I like to keep myself busy.” He stomps off, Sparrow saying goodbye to him as well.
(Good place to end?)
*That's good! :)*
Stroth huffs and grins at him "I'm gonna make him a giant sized feast."
*Sure!*
*I hope it is, want anyone else? I won’t be here too long but I’m trying.*
Sparrow wraps an arm around them “He deserves it, an’ I’ll help ya as much as I can, once I get this all inside.”
*Nope, this is all fine for now. Besides, if you need to go, it's all good.*
*i just realized I found a perfect character to turn into a fear eater if I ever end up playing they feed on Fear*
*Beautiful*
*Tell me*
*their name is Maestro. They are from Doctor Who.*
*they are the god of music and is literally one of the very, very few creatures the doctor is legitimately afraid of. “I heard music… and music… IS MINE-“ the doctor ran when they were summoned. They feed off of the unsung songs and inspiration of people, killing them in the process. They’d be a specter.*
*i just realized I found a perfect character to turn into a fear eater if I ever end up playing they feed on Fear*
*Beautiful*
*Tell me*
*their name is Maestro. They are from Doctor Who.*
*they are the god of music and is literally one of the very, very few creatures the doctor is legitimately afraid of. “I heard music… and music… IS MINE-“ the doctor ran when they were summoned. They feed off of the unsung songs and inspiration of people, killing them in the process. They’d be a specter.*
*I HEARD DOCTOR WHO-*
*YOU DID, MY DEAR*
*Favorite doctor?*
*to be completely honest, I’ve only had experiences with the 15th. It’s the only one I could find on a streaming service I had. But he is very lovely.*
Once everything is inside of the already seemingly mostly pre-decerated building, Sparrow sits down in one of the chairs “A home all our own… I didn’t know I wanted this again until I met ya Stroth.”
*i just realized I found a perfect character to turn into a fear eater if I ever end up playing they feed on Fear*
*Beautiful*
*Tell me*
*their name is Maestro. They are from Doctor Who.*
*they are the god of music and is literally one of the very, very few creatures the doctor is legitimately afraid of. “I heard music… and music… IS MINE-“ the doctor ran when they were summoned. They feed off of the unsung songs and inspiration of people, killing them in the process. They’d be a specter.*
*I HEARD DOCTOR WHO-*
*YOU DID, MY DEAR*
*Favorite doctor?*
*to be completely honest, I’ve only had experiences with the 15th. It’s the only one I could find on a streaming service I had. But he is very lovely.*
"The halo prospect is a type of cognitive bias in which the overall impression of a person influences how others feel and think about a person's specific traits. For example, "He is nice!" affects the perception of other particular characteristics." He says.
"Ah. Well, I'm not always good. Sometimes I nail people to walls. But I try to be good, and you seem to as well. I doubt you're worse than me."
Once everything is inside of the already seemingly mostly pre-decerated building, Sparrow sits down in one of the chairs “A home all our own… I didn’t know I wanted this again until I met ya Stroth.”
Stroth grins and laughs lightly "Neither did I.. I love this feeling." She said, looking up at him.
"The halo prospect is a type of cognitive bias in which the overall impression of a person influences how others feel and think about a person's specific traits. For example, "He is nice!" affects the perception of other particular characteristics." He says.
"Ah. Well, I'm not always good. Sometimes I nail people to walls. But I try to be good, and you seem to as well. I doubt you're worse than me."
"Is it really a competition. As long as you try to do good, that is fine." He shrugs.
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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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"Eh. What's the Halo Prospect?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*I HEARD DOCTOR WHO-*
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 want to make a character based on Final Fantasy, a martial spell caster who uses Materia to enhance their weapons and armor.*
*That's good! :)*
Stroth huffs and grins at him "I'm gonna make him a giant sized feast."
*Sure!*
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 moment he steps out, he is suddenly attacked by a bolt of Green and white. Yuri somehow flies in at the speed of a bullet and tackle hugs him.
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 hope it is, want anyone else? I won’t be here too long but I’m trying.*
Sparrow wraps an arm around them “He deserves it, an’ I’ll help ya as much as I can, once I get this all inside.”
*YOU DID, MY DEAR*
"The halo prospect is a type of cognitive bias in which the overall impression of a person influences how others feel and think about a person's specific traits. For example, "He is nice!" affects the perception of other particular characteristics." He says.
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 somehow isn't sent flying, only stumbling to the floor due to the stability of his steel internals. He runs a glove through her hair, not bothered at all. "Mm. I didn't expect you here for another two months. I was hoping to set up something nice for you."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Nope, this is all fine for now. Besides, if you need to go, it's all good.*
She helps him, dragging things inside.
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
*Favorite doctor?*
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
*to be completely honest, I’ve only had experiences with the 15th. It’s the only one I could find on a streaming service I had. But he is very lovely.*
*Cut for Wendi, I don’t know how soon, but okay.*
Once everything is inside of the already seemingly mostly pre-decerated building, Sparrow sits down in one of the chairs “A home all our own… I didn’t know I wanted this again until I met ya Stroth.”
*Mm I really want to play They Feed On Fear Now*
*I am a huge doctor who nerd tbh XD*
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. Well, I'm not always good. Sometimes I nail people to walls. But I try to be good, and you seem to as well. I doubt you're worse than me."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*So do I, but I don't have an idea for a character yet.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Stroth grins and laughs lightly "Neither did I.. I love this feeling." She said, looking up at him.
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
*and also, I have nobody to DM.*
*sadness.*
"Is it really a competition. As long as you try to do good, that is fine." He shrugs.
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