His burn with joy, smiling softly at the beauty inside and outside of Sam, “Thank you… you are amazing.”
She tilts her head, “He does? What worries you about him?”
"No, thank you..." she kisses his cheek. "For being here for me."
"He recognized you from the bounty posters.. I don't want to have to kill him."
He blushes slightly, “I will always be there for you, if we are in a relationship or otherwise.”
“Honey, you don’t have to worry about me. Lilac can keep him in check, it’ll be okay.”
"I hope not otherwise.." she frowns, her concerns for the future almost as plain as her ears.
He sighs and clings to her "I hope you're right..."
“Oh…” His blush spreads as the implications fill his mind, “Really?” He asks, looking at their frown, not able to believe it yet.
“Honey, I’m always right.” She says with a chuckle, giving him a kiss.
"I really want this to work out.." she rests her head on his chest
"I wont argue with that." he kisses back, leaving four purple marks of lipstick.
He sighs, the blush slowly fading from his face, “So do I.” He starts trying to fall asleep.
She leans against them, closing her eyes, smiling softly, “Soon, we’ll be married, and have a family a little after.”
*love powerful enough to make her re-align her gender identity.. I say it works out* She tries to fall asleep as well.
He nuzzles her hair. "I'm so excited, dear. We'll have beautiful pups."
*Yep, a wonderful love story for Rag to be a part of. Beautiful. That’s a good place to end that you too, if you want to, want anyone else?*
The snakes wrap around his fingers, but don’t squeeze, resting lazily on them, “We will, I’ve always wanted to be a mother, but I haven’t found that person I wanted to be the father, until you.”
*nobody specific.*
He pets each one individually, smiling. "I love you more than anything else in the world, Marie.. I'm glad I didnt turn your head in.."
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Merabelle is connecting to the forest, does some meditation, taking long deep breaths, feeling the flow of energy as she sits in the center of a Druidic circle.
She senses a foreign elemental force. Magma. Simmering, contained. Surrounded by a thin layer of ice.
If she takes the time to look, that strugel she saw enter town a few days ago is watching her with his pale orange eyes. Not staring, but seemingly forging something with his bare hands, looking between her and the metal pieces frequently.
She does take the time to look, smiling softly when she sees the strugel. She decides to get up and out of her mediation circle, able to continue later. She gives them a broad, sharp, toothy smile and begins to walk over to them, not getting too close, “Hello, sweetheart.”
"Hey!" He says, smiling. He drops his apparatus and reaches up to gently grab her hand, running his paws over it. "Do you use metal tools and weapons?" He seems to be concentrating on something.
The hands are calloused with work, but she holds theirs with the soft tenderness of a mother “I used ta, was a warrior, but now I’m just a mother with a whole bunch o’ kids.” She says, leaning down to give them a pat on the head, “I’m Merabelle, who’re ya?”
His burn with joy, smiling softly at the beauty inside and outside of Sam, “Thank you… you are amazing.”
She tilts her head, “He does? What worries you about him?”
"No, thank you..." she kisses his cheek. "For being here for me."
"He recognized you from the bounty posters.. I don't want to have to kill him."
He blushes slightly, “I will always be there for you, if we are in a relationship or otherwise.”
“Honey, you don’t have to worry about me. Lilac can keep him in check, it’ll be okay.”
"I hope not otherwise.." she frowns, her concerns for the future almost as plain as her ears.
He sighs and clings to her "I hope you're right..."
“Oh…” His blush spreads as the implications fill his mind, “Really?” He asks, looking at their frown, not able to believe it yet.
“Honey, I’m always right.” She says with a chuckle, giving him a kiss.
"I really want this to work out.." she rests her head on his chest
"I wont argue with that." he kisses back, leaving four purple marks of lipstick.
He sighs, the blush slowly fading from his face, “So do I.” He starts trying to fall asleep.
She leans against them, closing her eyes, smiling softly, “Soon, we’ll be married, and have a family a little after.”
*love powerful enough to make her re-align her gender identity.. I say it works out* She tries to fall asleep as well.
He nuzzles her hair. "I'm so excited, dear. We'll have beautiful pups."
*Yep, a wonderful love story for Rag to be a part of. Beautiful. That’s a good place to end that you too, if you want to, want anyone else?*
The snakes wrap around his fingers, but don’t squeeze, resting lazily on them, “We will, I’ve always wanted to be a mother, but I haven’t found that person I wanted to be the father, until you.”
*nobody specific.*
He pets each one individually, smiling. "I love you more than anything else in the world, Marie.. I'm glad I didnt turn your head in.."
*Man, I gotta go soon actually. I might be able to make more time, but not at the moment. See you later, or tomorrow, either way, see you around.*
His burn with joy, smiling softly at the beauty inside and outside of Sam, “Thank you… you are amazing.”
She tilts her head, “He does? What worries you about him?”
"No, thank you..." she kisses his cheek. "For being here for me."
"He recognized you from the bounty posters.. I don't want to have to kill him."
He blushes slightly, “I will always be there for you, if we are in a relationship or otherwise.”
“Honey, you don’t have to worry about me. Lilac can keep him in check, it’ll be okay.”
"I hope not otherwise.." she frowns, her concerns for the future almost as plain as her ears.
He sighs and clings to her "I hope you're right..."
“Oh…” His blush spreads as the implications fill his mind, “Really?” He asks, looking at their frown, not able to believe it yet.
“Honey, I’m always right.” She says with a chuckle, giving him a kiss.
"I really want this to work out.." she rests her head on his chest
"I wont argue with that." he kisses back, leaving four purple marks of lipstick.
He sighs, the blush slowly fading from his face, “So do I.” He starts trying to fall asleep.
She leans against them, closing her eyes, smiling softly, “Soon, we’ll be married, and have a family a little after.”
*love powerful enough to make her re-align her gender identity.. I say it works out* She tries to fall asleep as well.
He nuzzles her hair. "I'm so excited, dear. We'll have beautiful pups."
*Yep, a wonderful love story for Rag to be a part of. Beautiful. That’s a good place to end that you too, if you want to, want anyone else?*
The snakes wrap around his fingers, but don’t squeeze, resting lazily on them, “We will, I’ve always wanted to be a mother, but I haven’t found that person I wanted to be the father, until you.”
*nobody specific.*
He pets each one individually, smiling. "I love you more than anything else in the world, Marie.. I'm glad I didnt turn your head in.."
*Man, I gotta go soon actually. I might be able to make more time, but not at the moment. See you later, or tomorrow, either way, see you around.*
*see ya, love ya*
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"Hey!" He says, smiling. He drops his apparatus and reaches up to gently grab her hand, running his paws over it. "Do you use metal tools and weapons?" He seems to be concentrating on something.
The hands are calloused with work, but she holds theirs with the soft tenderness of a mother “I used ta, was a warrior, but now I’m just a mother with a whole bunch o’ kids.” She says, leaning down to give them a pat on the head, “I’m Merabelle, who’re ya?”
"Sweets. That's what they call me. What about some kitchen knives? I was going to make you some bladed gloves, but I don't think you'd need them."
Riotan has been violently eating the bars of his cell for the past 51 hours.
Mauric is trying to help Samaritan plan.
Thirteen is almost done with his manuscript.
Loriche is putting a bull figurehead on her shield.
Eito is contemplating.
Yod is making his own arrows.
Malafasa is flying up into the mountains.
Omi approaches, holding something behind his back
Cevin is cleaning his gun, just hanging out with them.
*it's been two days and i still don't know what's behind his back*
Eito opens their eyes, looking up at him and smiling.
"Does your gun have a name or anything?"
"Hey, I have... something for you." he says, not exactly meeting their eyes *I keep missing your reply or getting cold shouldered*
"Wyvern." he says simply, spinning the cylinder.
*im real sorry about that, this week has been real hectic. also you think i could get your new dom boi?*
"Oh?"
"Nice." He nods.
*Sure* Jack is eating breakfast at the bar
He holds out to them a ring covered in fabric similar to Omi's fur, getting down on his right knee. "Will... will you marry me, Eito?.."
"Your bow got a name?"
A strange fellow enters the inn. He has curly, tousled, silver-colored hair, red eyes, pointed ears, and a slightly worried expression. He seems to be wearing an overcoat made of black feathers and black dress pants, and holds an umbrella in one hand.
Eito looks absolutely shocked. "I..."
"Fail-not. It's from the legend of King Arthur."
"It ain't rainin' is it?..." Jack asks tiredly from behind his mop of hair, inspecting the man
"You.. you don't want to..." he grips his hair, still holding the ring "I'm sorry, I..."
"I'd say its a fitting name." he puts away Wyvern and his rag.
"Not here. Not currently." He sighs.
"I love you with all that I am. But I just do not believe in the concept of marriage altogether."
"Thanks."
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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.
Riotan has been violently eating the bars of his cell for the past 51 hours.
Mauric is trying to help Samaritan plan.
Thirteen is almost done with his manuscript.
Loriche is putting a bull figurehead on her shield.
Eito is contemplating.
Yod is making his own arrows.
Malafasa is flying up into the mountains.
Omi approaches, holding something behind his back
Cevin is cleaning his gun, just hanging out with them.
*it's been two days and i still don't know what's behind his back*
Eito opens their eyes, looking up at him and smiling.
"Does your gun have a name or anything?"
"Hey, I have... something for you." he says, not exactly meeting their eyes *I keep missing your reply or getting cold shouldered*
"Wyvern." he says simply, spinning the cylinder.
*im real sorry about that, this week has been real hectic. also you think i could get your new dom boi?*
"Oh?"
"Nice." He nods.
*Sure* Jack is eating breakfast at the bar
He holds out to them a ring covered in fabric similar to Omi's fur, getting down on his right knee. "Will... will you marry me, Eito?.."
"Your bow got a name?"
A strange fellow enters the inn. He has curly, tousled, silver-colored hair, red eyes, pointed ears, and a slightly worried expression. He seems to be wearing an overcoat made of black feathers and black dress pants, and holds an umbrella in one hand.
Eito looks absolutely shocked. "I..."
"Fail-not. It's from the legend of King Arthur."
"It ain't rainin' is it?..." Jack asks tiredly from behind his mop of hair, inspecting the man
"You.. you don't want to..." he grips his hair, still holding the ring "I'm sorry, I..."
"I'd say its a fitting name." he puts away Wyvern and his rag.
"Not here. Not currently." He sighs.
"I love you with all that I am. But I just do not believe in the concept of marriage altogether."
"Thanks."
"You doin' alright?" his tone is lazy
"It doesn't.. have to be official.. W-would.. you atleast wear the ring?..." he looks as though his heart's been stomped on, then wiped with a towel.
"Not a problem. You read a lot, or just the well known stuff?" he stands up, walking up to one of the range slots.
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*No, but I have a character you from a while back you said you wanted to romance once. He's a strugel, and I changed his name because it used to be Austin and that made you uncomfortable.*
*No, but I have a character you from a while back you said you wanted to romance once. He's a strugel, and I changed his name because it used to be Austin and that made you uncomfortable.*
*Alright. What flavor of romance?*
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Riotan has been violently eating the bars of his cell for the past 51 hours.
Mauric is trying to help Samaritan plan.
Thirteen is almost done with his manuscript.
Loriche is putting a bull figurehead on her shield.
Eito is contemplating.
Yod is making his own arrows.
Malafasa is flying up into the mountains.
Omi approaches, holding something behind his back
Cevin is cleaning his gun, just hanging out with them.
*it's been two days and i still don't know what's behind his back*
Eito opens their eyes, looking up at him and smiling.
"Does your gun have a name or anything?"
"Hey, I have... something for you." he says, not exactly meeting their eyes *I keep missing your reply or getting cold shouldered*
"Wyvern." he says simply, spinning the cylinder.
*im real sorry about that, this week has been real hectic. also you think i could get your new dom boi?*
"Oh?"
"Nice." He nods.
*Sure* Jack is eating breakfast at the bar
He holds out to them a ring covered in fabric similar to Omi's fur, getting down on his right knee. "Will... will you marry me, Eito?.."
"Your bow got a name?"
A strange fellow enters the inn. He has curly, tousled, silver-colored hair, red eyes, pointed ears, and a slightly worried expression. He seems to be wearing an overcoat made of black feathers and black dress pants, and holds an umbrella in one hand.
Eito looks absolutely shocked. "I..."
"Fail-not. It's from the legend of King Arthur."
"It ain't rainin' is it?..." Jack asks tiredly from behind his mop of hair, inspecting the man
"You.. you don't want to..." he grips his hair, still holding the ring "I'm sorry, I..."
"I'd say its a fitting name." he puts away Wyvern and his rag.
"Not here. Not currently." He sighs.
"I love you with all that I am. But I just do not believe in the concept of marriage altogether."
"Thanks."
"You doin' alright?" his tone is lazy
"It doesn't.. have to be official.. W-would.. you atleast wear the ring?..." he looks as though his heart's been stomped on, then wiped with a towel.
"Not a problem. You read a lot, or just the well known stuff?" he stands up, walking up to one of the range slots.
"Pretty much." He takes a seat.
Eito nods. "At the very least, I can do that for you. I am truly, truly sorry..."
"I just love everything to do with archery. You'll never meet a toxophilite like me."
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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.
*No, but I have a character you from a while back you said you wanted to romance once. He's a strugel, and I changed his name because it used to be Austin and that made you uncomfortable.*
*Alright. What flavor of romance?*
*Whatever you consider a worthy attempt.*
*I will warn you, his trauma is relatively minimal compared to, say, Felix for example.*
Sweets (strugel with a metal top hat) is making casting molds on the beach, whistling to himself as he does so.
A strange fellow walks up to the edge of the water. He has curly, tousled, silver-colored hair, red eyes, pointed ears, and a slightly worried expression. He seems to be wearing an overcoat made of black feathers and black dress pants, and holds an umbrella in one hand.
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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.
Riotan has been violently eating the bars of his cell for the past 51 hours.
Mauric is trying to help Samaritan plan.
Thirteen is almost done with his manuscript.
Loriche is putting a bull figurehead on her shield.
Eito is contemplating.
Yod is making his own arrows.
Malafasa is flying up into the mountains.
Omi approaches, holding something behind his back
Cevin is cleaning his gun, just hanging out with them.
*it's been two days and i still don't know what's behind his back*
Eito opens their eyes, looking up at him and smiling.
"Does your gun have a name or anything?"
"Hey, I have... something for you." he says, not exactly meeting their eyes *I keep missing your reply or getting cold shouldered*
"Wyvern." he says simply, spinning the cylinder.
*im real sorry about that, this week has been real hectic. also you think i could get your new dom boi?*
"Oh?"
"Nice." He nods.
*Sure* Jack is eating breakfast at the bar
He holds out to them a ring covered in fabric similar to Omi's fur, getting down on his right knee. "Will... will you marry me, Eito?.."
"Your bow got a name?"
A strange fellow enters the inn. He has curly, tousled, silver-colored hair, red eyes, pointed ears, and a slightly worried expression. He seems to be wearing an overcoat made of black feathers and black dress pants, and holds an umbrella in one hand.
Eito looks absolutely shocked. "I..."
"Fail-not. It's from the legend of King Arthur."
"It ain't rainin' is it?..." Jack asks tiredly from behind his mop of hair, inspecting the man
"You.. you don't want to..." he grips his hair, still holding the ring "I'm sorry, I..."
"I'd say its a fitting name." he puts away Wyvern and his rag.
"Not here. Not currently." He sighs.
"I love you with all that I am. But I just do not believe in the concept of marriage altogether."
"Thanks."
"You doin' alright?" his tone is lazy
"It doesn't.. have to be official.. W-would.. you atleast wear the ring?..." he looks as though his heart's been stomped on, then wiped with a towel.
"Not a problem. You read a lot, or just the well known stuff?" he stands up, walking up to one of the range slots.
"Pretty much." He takes a seat.
Eito nods. "At the very least, I can do that for you. I am truly, truly sorry..."
"I just love everything to do with archery. You'll never meet a toxophilite like me."
he offers them some bacon.
"It'd be a strange thing to go to city hall for anyway.. two immortals.." he sniffles, slipping the ring onto Eito's finger. He has another, similar one, but having black velvet instead of furred fabric. he contemplates everything for a moment before putting it onto his hand.
"So, Robin hood of course?" he asks, loading his gun.
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Sweets (strugel with a metal top hat) is making casting molds on the beach, whistling to himself as he does so.
A strange fellow walks up to the edge of the water. He has curly, tousled, silver-colored hair, red eyes, pointed ears, and a slightly worried expression. He seems to be wearing an overcoat made of black feathers and black dress pants, and holds an umbrella in one hand.
The little ferret man walks over and holds his free hand.
*No, but I have a character you from a while back you said you wanted to romance once. He's a strugel, and I changed his name because it used to be Austin and that made you uncomfortable.*
*Alright. What flavor of romance?*
*Whatever you consider a worthy attempt.*
*I will warn you, his trauma is relatively minimal compared to, say, Felix for example.*
*Hmmm... What to do... Alright, your pick between Cyvus [he'd think Sweets is Felix], or my new boi, Jack.*
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Riotan has been violently eating the bars of his cell for the past 51 hours.
Mauric is trying to help Samaritan plan.
Thirteen is almost done with his manuscript.
Loriche is putting a bull figurehead on her shield.
Eito is contemplating.
Yod is making his own arrows.
Malafasa is flying up into the mountains.
Omi approaches, holding something behind his back
Cevin is cleaning his gun, just hanging out with them.
*it's been two days and i still don't know what's behind his back*
Eito opens their eyes, looking up at him and smiling.
"Does your gun have a name or anything?"
"Hey, I have... something for you." he says, not exactly meeting their eyes *I keep missing your reply or getting cold shouldered*
"Wyvern." he says simply, spinning the cylinder.
*im real sorry about that, this week has been real hectic. also you think i could get your new dom boi?*
"Oh?"
"Nice." He nods.
*Sure* Jack is eating breakfast at the bar
He holds out to them a ring covered in fabric similar to Omi's fur, getting down on his right knee. "Will... will you marry me, Eito?.."
"Your bow got a name?"
A strange fellow enters the inn. He has curly, tousled, silver-colored hair, red eyes, pointed ears, and a slightly worried expression. He seems to be wearing an overcoat made of black feathers and black dress pants, and holds an umbrella in one hand.
Eito looks absolutely shocked. "I..."
"Fail-not. It's from the legend of King Arthur."
"It ain't rainin' is it?..." Jack asks tiredly from behind his mop of hair, inspecting the man
"You.. you don't want to..." he grips his hair, still holding the ring "I'm sorry, I..."
"I'd say its a fitting name." he puts away Wyvern and his rag.
"Not here. Not currently." He sighs.
"I love you with all that I am. But I just do not believe in the concept of marriage altogether."
"Thanks."
"You doin' alright?" his tone is lazy
"It doesn't.. have to be official.. W-would.. you atleast wear the ring?..." he looks as though his heart's been stomped on, then wiped with a towel.
"Not a problem. You read a lot, or just the well known stuff?" he stands up, walking up to one of the range slots.
"Pretty much." He takes a seat.
Eito nods. "At the very least, I can do that for you. I am truly, truly sorry..."
"I just love everything to do with archery. You'll never meet a toxophilite like me."
he offers them some bacon.
"It'd be a strange thing to go to city hall for anyway.. two immortals.." he sniffles, slipping the ring onto Eito's finger. He has another, similar one, but having black velvet instead of furred fabric. he contemplates everything for a moment before putting it onto his hand.
"So, Robin hood of course?" he asks, loading his gun.
He reaches out and takes a piece silently.
"...no. It does not matter. I would rather see you happy."
"Mhm."
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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.
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*nobody specific.*
He pets each one individually, smiling. "I love you more than anything else in the world, Marie.. I'm glad I didnt turn your head in.."
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>Attemp <EXTENDED SIG>? Jester Day 5/1... We'll miss you
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My Threads: Anytown, USA and Sanctuary [Links]
S♡J
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The hands are calloused with work, but she holds theirs with the soft tenderness of a mother “I used ta, was a warrior, but now I’m just a mother with a whole bunch o’ kids.” She says, leaning down to give them a pat on the head, “I’m Merabelle, who’re ya?”
*Man, I gotta go soon actually. I might be able to make more time, but not at the moment. See you later, or tomorrow, either way, see you around.*
*see ya, love ya*
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>Attemp <EXTENDED SIG>? Jester Day 5/1... We'll miss you
YES NO
My Threads: Anytown, USA and Sanctuary [Links]
S♡J
2-13-25
"Sweets. That's what they call me. What about some kitchen knives? I was going to make you some bladed gloves, but I don't think you'd need them."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
"Not here. Not currently." He sighs.
"I love you with all that I am. But I just do not believe in the concept of marriage altogether."
"Thanks."
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Hey, wanna RP?*
*This is not directed at anyone in particular*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
*yee*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"You doin' alright?" his tone is lazy
"It doesn't.. have to be official.. W-would.. you atleast wear the ring?..." he looks as though his heart's been stomped on, then wiped with a towel.
"Not a problem. You read a lot, or just the well known stuff?" he stands up, walking up to one of the range slots.
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>Attemp <EXTENDED SIG>? Jester Day 5/1... We'll miss you
YES NO
My Threads: Anytown, USA and Sanctuary [Links]
S♡J
2-13-25
*sure, do you want anybody specifically?*
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YES NO
My Threads: Anytown, USA and Sanctuary [Links]
S♡J
2-13-25
*Awesome*
Sweets (strugel with a metal top hat) is making casting molds on the beach, whistling to himself as he does so.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
*No, but I have a character you from a while back you said you wanted to romance once. He's a strugel, and I changed his name because it used to be Austin and that made you uncomfortable.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
*Alright. What flavor of romance?*
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>Attemp <EXTENDED SIG>? Jester Day 5/1... We'll miss you
YES NO
My Threads: Anytown, USA and Sanctuary [Links]
S♡J
2-13-25
"Pretty much." He takes a seat.
Eito nods. "At the very least, I can do that for you. I am truly, truly sorry..."
"I just love everything to do with archery. You'll never meet a toxophilite like 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.
*Whatever you consider a worthy attempt.*
*I will warn you, his trauma is relatively minimal compared to, say, Felix for example.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
A strange fellow walks up to the edge of the water. He has curly, tousled, silver-colored hair, red eyes, pointed ears, and a slightly worried expression. He seems to be wearing an overcoat made of black feathers and black dress pants, and holds an umbrella in one hand.
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 offers them some bacon.
"It'd be a strange thing to go to city hall for anyway.. two immortals.." he sniffles, slipping the ring onto Eito's finger. He has another, similar one, but having black velvet instead of furred fabric. he contemplates everything for a moment before putting it onto his hand.
"So, Robin hood of course?" he asks, loading his gun.
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>Attemp <EXTENDED SIG>? Jester Day 5/1... We'll miss you
YES NO
My Threads: Anytown, USA and Sanctuary [Links]
S♡J
2-13-25
The little ferret man walks over and holds his free hand.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
*Hmmm... What to do... Alright, your pick between Cyvus [he'd think Sweets is Felix], or my new boi, Jack.*
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YES NO
My Threads: Anytown, USA and Sanctuary [Links]
S♡J
2-13-25
He reaches out and takes a piece silently.
"...no. It does not matter. I would rather see you happy."
"Mhm."
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.