So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
Harlow is outside, eating breakfast which consists of applesauce, plain noodles, and ground beef. He appears to be reading a book of the history of the tavern and it's surrounding area, taking notes in a book beside him.
Yuri is outside, chatting with Donn while the two sharpening their spear and pitchfork. A bottle of fey wine is passed back and forth between their glasses that sit on the ground. Yuri is talking about Oswald, gushing about him in fact, while Donn talks of his children.
James is with Masuki, though Masuki looks like she has been dragged along by force rather than willingly going with him. The two appear to be shopping downtown, though Masuki is hidden by her armor.
Mauric is on the roof, putting covers over his precious plants.
Thirteen is nearby, drawing celestial ritual circles with a sylvan bent.
Malafasa is a couple hundred feet above, watching them with a mix of concern and paranoia.
Harlow looks up from his books at the first sign of noise, eyes turning to Mauric.
Yuri and Donn seem to read the words perfectly, both saying it at the same time.
James turns his head, looking up at them, grinning as their eyes meet.
“Hi!” Mauric looks down and smiles at him.
The sigils recite an ancient elven dirge that commemorates Angharradh.
She scowls and dives, landing in front of the two of them.
Harlow nods at him, tilting his head.
"What in the world are you doing Thirteen?" Donn asks.
Masuki jumps nearly out of her skin "Christ Malafasa!"
“Ooh, whatcha eating?”
“Setting up a circle of communion.”
Mala tilts her head. “You’d like me to land differently?”
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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.
Harlow is outside, eating breakfast which consists of applesauce, plain noodles, and ground beef. He appears to be reading a book of the history of the tavern and it's surrounding area, taking notes in a book beside him.
Yuri is outside, chatting with Donn while the two sharpening their spear and pitchfork. A bottle of fey wine is passed back and forth between their glasses that sit on the ground. Yuri is talking about Oswald, gushing about him in fact, while Donn talks of his children.
James is with Masuki, though Masuki looks like she has been dragged along by force rather than willingly going with him. The two appear to be shopping downtown, though Masuki is hidden by her armor.
Mauric is on the roof, putting covers over his precious plants.
Thirteen is nearby, drawing celestial ritual circles with a sylvan bent.
Malafasa is a couple hundred feet above, watching them with a mix of concern and paranoia.
Harlow looks up from his books at the first sign of noise, eyes turning to Mauric.
Yuri and Donn seem to read the words perfectly, both saying it at the same time.
James turns his head, looking up at them, grinning as their eyes meet.
“Hi!” Mauric looks down and smiles at him.
The sigils recite an ancient elven dirge that commemorates Angharradh.
She scowls and dives, landing in front of the two of them.
Harlow nods at him, tilting his head.
"What in the world are you doing Thirteen?" Donn asks.
Masuki jumps nearly out of her skin "Christ Malafasa!"
“Ooh, whatcha eating?”
“Setting up a circle of communion.”
Mala tilts her head. “You’d like me to land differently?”
"Angel hair spaghetti, Granny Smith applesauce, and ground beef with salt on it." He shrugs "Nothing special."
"Why?" Yuri asks, chuckling.
She ignores her and looks away. James smirks at them both, not deterred in the slightest.
*Good idea, Lawrence. Have an introductory cutscene. And yes, it is going to read like a bad sfw yaoi.*
A handful of young adults, none of them older than 22, are in an old, abandoned plantation house, crouched around a recently discovered tabletop RPG set next to a broken-down wall revealing the ancient cotton fields.
The GM laughs as he looks down at the 12 his friend just rolled. "Looks like you critically failed." The friend smirks. "Don't worry, no one knows where my Object of Power is, so I'm safe even if I die here." The GM grins as a menacing reply, nobody noticing his horned shadow. "Yeah... but you know that house rule we agreed on?" The three girls giggle, looking at their fellow player as he blushes and his smile falters. "I... that's bull(GP)! I thought that was just for the girls! Besides, I've still got 5 Essence left before I'm out." The GM hummus a bit and rolls a d12, which turns oddly and lands on exactly 5.
"Looks like you gotta kiss me." The player looks nervous and thrilled at the same time. "But... my dad's the pastor... if he finds out-" "What, he'll disown you? Unlikely. Just say I pushed you into-" The player slams into the GM, hugging him tightly with a big kiss. Everyone seems surprised, even the player... but not the GM. After a bit, the pastor's son pulls back a bit, blushing furiously. "I... I'm sorry." The GM smiles and runs his hand through the other man's hair. "Don't be. My gaydar has been going off for the past 3 years. Honestly, I didn't expect this all to work out. I don't even know where I got this dumb idea." He chuckles, and the two kiss again.
The monstrous shadow leaves the house, rapidly constructing a physical form and dripping blood over the fields as the girls laugh at the two young men confessing their crushes on each other. It is free, and it has a cult to build. And all it took was a little manipulation of luck, and a little whisper into one man's dreams.
*Good idea, Lawrence. Have an introductory cutscene. And yes, it is going to read like a bad sfw yaoi.*
A handful of young adults, none of them older than 22, are in an old, abandoned plantation house, crouched around a recently discovered tabletop RPG set next to a broken-down wall revealing the ancient cotton fields.
The GM laughs as he looks down at the 12 his friend just rolled. "Looks like you critically failed." The friend smirks. "Don't worry, no one knows where my Object of Power is, so I'm safe even if I die here." The GM grins as a menacing reply, nobody noticing his horned shadow. "Yeah... but you know that house rule we agreed on?" The three girls giggle, looking at their fellow player as he blushes and his smile falters. "I... that's bull(GP)! I thought that was just for the girls! Besides, I've still got 5 Essence left before I'm out." The GM hummus a bit and rolls a d12, which turns oddly and lands on exactly 5.
"Looks like you gotta kiss me." The player looks nervous and thrilled at the same time. "But... my dad's the pastor... if he finds out-" "What, he'll disown you? Unlikely. Just say I pushed you into-" The player slams into the GM, hugging him tightly with a big kiss. Everyone seems surprised, even the player... but not the GM. After a bit, the pastor's son pulls back a bit, blushing furiously. "I... I'm sorry." The GM smiles and runs his hand through the other man's hair. "Don't be. My gaydar has been going off for the past 3 years. Honestly, I didn't expect this all to work out. I don't even know where I got this dumb idea." He chuckles, and the two kiss again.
The monstrous shadow leaves the house, rapidly constructing a physical form and dripping blood over the fields as the girls laugh at the two young men confessing their crushes on each other. It is free, and it has a cult to build. And all it took was a little manipulation of luck, and a little whisper into one man's dreams.
Harlow narrows his eyes at the scene. He rolls his eyes, returning to his work and trying to ignore the scene behind him.
*Good idea, Lawrence. Have an introductory cutscene. And yes, it is going to read like a bad sfw yaoi.*
A handful of young adults, none of them older than 22, are in an old, abandoned plantation house, crouched around a recently discovered tabletop RPG set next to a broken-down wall revealing the ancient cotton fields.
The GM laughs as he looks down at the 12 his friend just rolled. "Looks like you critically failed." The friend smirks. "Don't worry, no one knows where my Object of Power is, so I'm safe even if I die here." The GM grins as a menacing reply, nobody noticing his horned shadow. "Yeah... but you know that house rule we agreed on?" The three girls giggle, looking at their fellow player as he blushes and his smile falters. "I... that's bull(GP)! I thought that was just for the girls! Besides, I've still got 5 Essence left before I'm out." The GM hummus a bit and rolls a d12, which turns oddly and lands on exactly 5.
"Looks like you gotta kiss me." The player looks nervous and thrilled at the same time. "But... my dad's the pastor... if he finds out-" "What, he'll disown you? Unlikely. Just say I pushed you into-" The player slams into the GM, hugging him tightly with a big kiss. Everyone seems surprised, even the player... but not the GM. After a bit, the pastor's son pulls back a bit, blushing furiously. "I... I'm sorry." The GM smiles and runs his hand through the other man's hair. "Don't be. My gaydar has been going off for the past 3 years. Honestly, I didn't expect this all to work out. I don't even know where I got this dumb idea." He chuckles, and the two kiss again.
The monstrous shadow leaves the house, rapidly constructing a physical form and dripping blood over the fields as the girls laugh at the two young men confessing their crushes on each other. It is free, and it has a cult to build. And all it took was a little manipulation of luck, and a little whisper into one man's dreams.
Harlow narrows his eyes at the scene. He rolls his eyes, returning to his work and trying to ignore the scene behind him.
*Sorry, I've never actually written any sort of romance before.*
*Good idea, Lawrence. Have an introductory cutscene. And yes, it is going to read like a bad sfw yaoi.*
A handful of young adults, none of them older than 22, are in an old, abandoned plantation house, crouched around a recently discovered tabletop RPG set next to a broken-down wall revealing the ancient cotton fields.
The GM laughs as he looks down at the 12 his friend just rolled. "Looks like you critically failed." The friend smirks. "Don't worry, no one knows where my Object of Power is, so I'm safe even if I die here." The GM grins as a menacing reply, nobody noticing his horned shadow. "Yeah... but you know that house rule we agreed on?" The three girls giggle, looking at their fellow player as he blushes and his smile falters. "I... that's bull(GP)! I thought that was just for the girls! Besides, I've still got 5 Essence left before I'm out." The GM hummus a bit and rolls a d12, which turns oddly and lands on exactly 5.
"Looks like you gotta kiss me." The player looks nervous and thrilled at the same time. "But... my dad's the pastor... if he finds out-" "What, he'll disown you? Unlikely. Just say I pushed you into-" The player slams into the GM, hugging him tightly with a big kiss. Everyone seems surprised, even the player... but not the GM. After a bit, the pastor's son pulls back a bit, blushing furiously. "I... I'm sorry." The GM smiles and runs his hand through the other man's hair. "Don't be. My gaydar has been going off for the past 3 years. Honestly, I didn't expect this all to work out. I don't even know where I got this dumb idea." He chuckles, and the two kiss again.
The monstrous shadow leaves the house, rapidly constructing a physical form and dripping blood over the fields as the girls laugh at the two young men confessing their crushes on each other. It is free, and it has a cult to build. And all it took was a little manipulation of luck, and a little whisper into one man's dreams.
Harlow narrows his eyes at the scene. He rolls his eyes, returning to his work and trying to ignore the scene behind him.
*Sorry, I've never actually written any sort of romance before.*
Harlow is outside, eating breakfast which consists of applesauce, plain noodles, and ground beef. He appears to be reading a book of the history of the tavern and it's surrounding area, taking notes in a book beside him.
Yuri is outside, chatting with Donn while the two sharpening their spear and pitchfork. A bottle of fey wine is passed back and forth between their glasses that sit on the ground. Yuri is talking about Oswald, gushing about him in fact, while Donn talks of his children.
James is with Masuki, though Masuki looks like she has been dragged along by force rather than willingly going with him. The two appear to be shopping downtown, though Masuki is hidden by her armor.
Mauric is on the roof, putting covers over his precious plants.
Thirteen is nearby, drawing celestial ritual circles with a sylvan bent.
Malafasa is a couple hundred feet above, watching them with a mix of concern and paranoia.
Harlow looks up from his books at the first sign of noise, eyes turning to Mauric.
Yuri and Donn seem to read the words perfectly, both saying it at the same time.
James turns his head, looking up at them, grinning as their eyes meet.
“Hi!” Mauric looks down and smiles at him.
The sigils recite an ancient elven dirge that commemorates Angharradh.
She scowls and dives, landing in front of the two of them.
Harlow nods at him, tilting his head.
"What in the world are you doing Thirteen?" Donn asks.
Masuki jumps nearly out of her skin "Christ Malafasa!"
“Ooh, whatcha eating?”
“Setting up a circle of communion.”
Mala tilts her head. “You’d like me to land differently?”
"Angel hair spaghetti, Granny Smith applesauce, and ground beef with salt on it." He shrugs "Nothing special."
"Why?" Yuri asks, chuckling.
She ignores her and looks away. James smirks at them both, not deterred in the slightest.
“Nice. A bit simple, but nothing wrong with that.”
“Research.”
“Look, I didn’t mean to scare you. What are you all even doing?”
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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.
Harlow is outside, eating breakfast which consists of applesauce, plain noodles, and ground beef. He appears to be reading a book of the history of the tavern and it's surrounding area, taking notes in a book beside him.
Yuri is outside, chatting with Donn while the two sharpening their spear and pitchfork. A bottle of fey wine is passed back and forth between their glasses that sit on the ground. Yuri is talking about Oswald, gushing about him in fact, while Donn talks of his children.
James is with Masuki, though Masuki looks like she has been dragged along by force rather than willingly going with him. The two appear to be shopping downtown, though Masuki is hidden by her armor.
Mauric is on the roof, putting covers over his precious plants.
Thirteen is nearby, drawing celestial ritual circles with a sylvan bent.
Malafasa is a couple hundred feet above, watching them with a mix of concern and paranoia.
Harlow looks up from his books at the first sign of noise, eyes turning to Mauric.
Yuri and Donn seem to read the words perfectly, both saying it at the same time.
James turns his head, looking up at them, grinning as their eyes meet.
“Hi!” Mauric looks down and smiles at him.
The sigils recite an ancient elven dirge that commemorates Angharradh.
She scowls and dives, landing in front of the two of them.
Harlow nods at him, tilting his head.
"What in the world are you doing Thirteen?" Donn asks.
Masuki jumps nearly out of her skin "Christ Malafasa!"
“Ooh, whatcha eating?”
“Setting up a circle of communion.”
Mala tilts her head. “You’d like me to land differently?”
"Angel hair spaghetti, Granny Smith applesauce, and ground beef with salt on it." He shrugs "Nothing special."
"Why?" Yuri asks, chuckling.
She ignores her and looks away. James smirks at them both, not deterred in the slightest.
“Nice. A bit simple, but nothing wrong with that.”
“Research.”
“Look, I didn’t mean to scare you. What are you all even doing?”
"Can't handle most other foods. Spices make me want to throw up, I barely get down salt as it is.." he shrugs.
"Why?" She chirps again, chuckling.
"I am shopping, I dragged her along with me." He chirps happily and tilts his head.
(hi wendo)
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover
James smirks "Nothing, saw you and now I wanna say hi." He chirps.
"I am well!" She said, jumping down.
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
“Ooh, whatcha eating?”
“Setting up a circle of communion.”
Mala tilts her head. “You’d like me to land differently?”
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 summons his blade in his hand, before stopping “You’re lucky I can’t kill you, you bastard.”
He catches her in his arms, giving her a kiss “I’m happy ta hear that.”
"Angel hair spaghetti, Granny Smith applesauce, and ground beef with salt on it." He shrugs "Nothing special."
"Why?" Yuri asks, chuckling.
She ignores her and looks away. James smirks at them both, not deterred in the slightest.
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
*Good idea, Lawrence. Have an introductory cutscene. And yes, it is going to read like a bad sfw yaoi.*
A handful of young adults, none of them older than 22, are in an old, abandoned plantation house, crouched around a recently discovered tabletop RPG set next to a broken-down wall revealing the ancient cotton fields.
The GM laughs as he looks down at the 12 his friend just rolled. "Looks like you critically failed." The friend smirks. "Don't worry, no one knows where my Object of Power is, so I'm safe even if I die here." The GM grins as a menacing reply, nobody noticing his horned shadow. "Yeah... but you know that house rule we agreed on?" The three girls giggle, looking at their fellow player as he blushes and his smile falters. "I... that's bull(GP)! I thought that was just for the girls! Besides, I've still got 5 Essence left before I'm out." The GM hummus a bit and rolls a d12, which turns oddly and lands on exactly 5.
"Looks like you gotta kiss me." The player looks nervous and thrilled at the same time. "But... my dad's the pastor... if he finds out-" "What, he'll disown you? Unlikely. Just say I pushed you into-" The player slams into the GM, hugging him tightly with a big kiss. Everyone seems surprised, even the player... but not the GM. After a bit, the pastor's son pulls back a bit, blushing furiously. "I... I'm sorry." The GM smiles and runs his hand through the other man's hair. "Don't be. My gaydar has been going off for the past 3 years. Honestly, I didn't expect this all to work out. I don't even know where I got this dumb idea." He chuckles, and the two kiss again.
The monstrous shadow leaves the house, rapidly constructing a physical form and dripping blood over the fields as the girls laugh at the two young men confessing their crushes on each other. It is free, and it has a cult to build. And all it took was a little manipulation of luck, and a little whisper into one man's dreams.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"I suppose I am." He smiles happily.
She beams and hugs him happily.
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 sheaths the blade, standing up, wiping the blood off of his head “You only come to people when you want something. What do you want?”
He eventually puts her back down, stroking a hand through her hair, looking deep into her eyes.
Harlow narrows his eyes at the scene. He rolls his eyes, returning to his work and trying to ignore the scene behind 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
"Nothing, I swear to you that." He chuckles and tilts his head.
She purrs happily and leans into his hand.
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 trust you for a moment.” He says, sitting back down “If you’re going to bother me take a seat.”
“What do ya want ta do today?” He asks, wiping away his sweat.
*Morning critters*
*Sorry, I've never actually written any sort of romance before.*
*Also, where is he?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
James laughs and sits down, carefully smoothing out his suit vest.
She shrugs "Anything is good."
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
*Gonna say about 50 feet away.*
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
“Nice. A bit simple, but nothing wrong with that.”
“Research.”
“Look, I didn’t mean to scare you. What are you all even doing?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Hows everyone doing?*
"Can't handle most other foods. Spices make me want to throw up, I barely get down salt as it is.." he shrugs.
"Why?" She chirps again, chuckling.
"I am shopping, I dragged her along with me." He chirps happily and 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’ve told you this before, but that, along with the hat makes you look stupid.” He says, taking out his cleaning supplies.
“Ah come on, we can’t do everythin’ I want ta every day.”
*Anybody else want to roleplay?*