The little soda jerk uncurls, stretching and yawning. He sees Benimaru and slowly sits up. "Wha...? Why're you here, Ben?" He wipes the drool off his cheek.
He gestures his head to the cart “I believe you lost this, I’m just returning it to you.” He leans forward, putting two arms to lean on his legs, “You shouldn’t have to sleep outside.”
"Mn." He slowly walks over and briefly hugs Benimaru's leg. "Thanks, man. Yer a real pal." He looks up at him. "With everything I have to pay already, staying at an inn is a luxury."
The little soda jerk uncurls, stretching and yawning. He sees Benimaru and slowly sits up. "Wha...? Why're you here, Ben?" He wipes the drool off his cheek.
He gestures his head to the cart “I believe you lost this, I’m just returning it to you.” He leans forward, putting two arms to lean on his legs, “You shouldn’t have to sleep outside.”
"Mn." He slowly walks over and briefly hugs Benimaru's leg. "Thanks, man. Yer a real pal." He looks up at him. "With everything I have to pay already, staying at an inn is a luxury."
He doesn’t expect the hug, but takes it with a frown, hugging them back “You need money?” He asks, pulling out all of the cash he has himself, which isn’t much, but it’s what he has, enough for some rooms.
He's using a newspaper as a blanket and his jacket as a pillow. He murmurs as he hugs his big, fluffy tail.
*yeah him i forgot his first name*
After contemplating various means of random cruelty, Rio decides that it would be smarter to try and just manipulate this guy instead. He reaches forward and pokes Aldo in the face.
*Bleh, I want to rp but I also want to make new characters but the ones I make off the top of my head always feel icky. I think I'll continue on my angel boi.*
"Mn." He slowly walks over and briefly hugs Benimaru's leg. "Thanks, man. Yer a real pal." He looks up at him. "With everything I have to pay already, staying at an inn is a luxury."
He doesn’t expect the hug, but takes it with a frown, hugging them back “You need money?” He asks, pulling out all of the cash he has himself, which isn’t much, but it’s what he has, enough for some rooms.
He pushes the money away, shaking his head. "Nah, man, can't accept charity. I need to prove that I can make a livin' offa floats. If I can do that, I won't be alone anymore."
He's using a newspaper as a blanket and his jacket as a pillow. He murmurs as he hugs his big, fluffy tail.
*yeah him i forgot his first name*
After contemplating various means of random cruelty, Rio decides that it would be smarter to try and just manipulate this guy instead. He reaches forward and pokes Aldo in the face.
He grunts slightly curls up tighter.
Rio continues to poke him more insistently.
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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.
Loriche is working on a really excessive greatsword that looks like something out of a Webtoons manhwa.
Speaking of something out of a Webtoon Manhwa, Mark is walking through the forest. He’s an Aasimar, fit and about average height, he carries two great swords, one concealed within one of the greatest sheaths Loriche would have ever seen, the hilt the only part visiblez
*Bleh, I want to rp but I also want to make new characters but the ones I make off the top of my head always feel icky. I think I'll continue on my angel boi.*
*I know the pain*
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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.
Loriche is working on a really excessive greatsword that looks like something out of a Webtoons manhwa.
Speaking of something out of a Webtoon Manhwa, Mark is walking through the forest. He’s an Aasimar, fit and about average height, he carries two great swords, one concealed within one of the greatest sheaths Loriche would have ever seen, the hilt the only part visible.
*oh god*
Loriche can't really hear much over the sound of her forging, but she does notice him upon looking up, and waves.
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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.
"Mn." He slowly walks over and briefly hugs Benimaru's leg. "Thanks, man. Yer a real pal." He looks up at him. "With everything I have to pay already, staying at an inn is a luxury."
He doesn’t expect the hug, but takes it with a frown, hugging them back “You need money?” He asks, pulling out all of the cash he has himself, which isn’t much, but it’s what he has, enough for some rooms.
He pushes the money away, shaking his head. "Nah, man, can't accept charity. I need to prove that I can make a livin' offa floats. If I can do that, I won't be alone anymore."
He takes the money back, pocketing it “ We both know for a fact that you can, it’s not a matter of quality of your goods, it’s the fact that you are being treated unfairly, things are being made harder for you.”
Loriche is working on a really excessive greatsword that looks like something out of a Webtoons manhwa.
Speaking of something out of a Webtoon Manhwa, Mark is walking through the forest. He’s an Aasimar, fit and about average height, he carries two great swords, one concealed within one of the greatest sheaths Loriche would have ever seen, the hilt the only part visible.
*oh god*
Loriche can't really hear much over the sound of her forging, but she does notice him upon looking up, and waves.
*What?*
He waves back to them with a nervous smile, adjusting his glasses as he walks over, not having anything better to do.
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"Mn." He slowly walks over and briefly hugs Benimaru's leg. "Thanks, man. Yer a real pal." He looks up at him. "With everything I have to pay already, staying at an inn is a luxury."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Sure, but I have to do something first. It'll take like 5 minutes.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He doesn’t expect the hug, but takes it with a frown, hugging them back “You need money?” He asks, pulling out all of the cash he has himself, which isn’t much, but it’s what he has, enough for some rooms.
*Cut for Salem.*
She rolls over the small bed, lying on her belly, “Do you want me to help get your memories and full mental capacity back?”
“Of course and I assume you will be paying?” She says jokingly, booping them on the nose.
“Nice to meet you too.” He leans back in his chair, taking out the beautiful, gold detailed, sheathed sword that was on his back.
He grunts slightly curls up tighter.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Bleh, I want to rp but I also want to make new characters but the ones I make off the top of my head always feel icky. I think I'll continue on my angel boi.*
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
Riotan is roaming around town.
Loriche is working on a really excessive greatsword that looks like something out of a Webtoons manhwa.
Teliyan is sitting at the bar, reading a book with entirely blank pages. Yeth hounds have begun to hang out in the woods.
Mauric is making his daily frittata.
*others 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.
“That’s an interesting thought, but I understand it. Life is more… simple this way, correct?” She says, smiling at them with sharp teeth.
She gives the same grin back to them, standing up from the chair with him, “Then lead the way, my dear, maybe we can do something else after as well.”
“Apparently it’s the sword used by the heavenly hero, who is apparently me. A sword made by the gods to defeat some great evil.”
He pushes the money away, shaking his head. "Nah, man, can't accept charity. I need to prove that I can make a livin' offa floats. If I can do that, I won't be alone anymore."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*I'm back now.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Rio continues to poke him more insistently.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Speaking of something out of a Webtoon Manhwa, Mark is walking through the forest. He’s an Aasimar, fit and about average height, he carries two great swords, one concealed within one of the greatest sheaths Loriche would have ever seen, the hilt the only part visiblez
*I know the pain*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*oh god*
Loriche can't really hear much over the sound of her forging, but she does notice him upon looking up, and waves.
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 takes the money back, pocketing it “ We both know for a fact that you can, it’s not a matter of quality of your goods, it’s the fact that you are being treated unfairly, things are being made harder for you.”
*What?*
He waves back to them with a nervous smile, adjusting his glasses as he walks over, not having anything better to do.