Misha is at her butcher's shop, sweeping up the floors. She is back to her nervous, timid demeanor. A kettle of tea and her rosary sits on a table, a mug beside those items steaming with said tea from the kettle. She listens to the radio as she works, it playing soothing music.
Eithan is back to his charismatic and kind self, knocking on the door to the butcher’s shop, today holding another gift for them, or they can assume though they see to help it behind their arms. He’s got a smile on his face, his helmet resting at his belt, hearing the music through the door and bobbing his head.
Misha is at her butcher's shop, sweeping up the floors. She is back to her nervous, timid demeanor. A kettle of tea and her rosary sits on a table, a mug beside those items steaming with said tea from the kettle. She listens to the radio as she works, it playing soothing music.
Eithan is back to his charismatic and kind self, knocking on the door to the butcher’s shop, today holding another gift for them, or they can assume though they see to help it behind their arms. He’s got a smile on his face, his helmet resting at his belt, hearing the music through the door and bobbing his head.
She looks up and walks over, opening the door. "Hello Eithan, should I have a meal set out for you if you plan to be stopping by more often?" She asks, smiling.
Misha is at her butcher's shop, sweeping up the floors. She is back to her nervous, timid demeanor. A kettle of tea and her rosary sits on a table, a mug beside those items steaming with said tea from the kettle. She listens to the radio as she works, it playing soothing music.
Eithan is back to his charismatic and kind self, knocking on the door to the butcher’s shop, today holding another gift for them, or they can assume though they see to help it behind their arms. He’s got a smile on his face, his helmet resting at his belt, hearing the music through the door and bobbing his head.
She looks up and walks over, opening the door. "Hello Eithan, should I have a meal set out for you if you plan to be stopping by more often?" She asks, smiling.
He chuckles, a soothing sound now that his throat isn’t hoarse anymore from the acidic ichor within him “I just want to visit my friend, is that such a bad thing to do?” He holds out a pristine butcher’s knife, master crafted “A gift, if you’ll take it.”
Misha is at her butcher's shop, sweeping up the floors. She is back to her nervous, timid demeanor. A kettle of tea and her rosary sits on a table, a mug beside those items steaming with said tea from the kettle. She listens to the radio as she works, it playing soothing music.
Angel is outside, painting. His canvas is small but what he paints is vast.. the starry skies, painted with dots of silver that seem to glitter like they are light-years away despite being painted on something so close. Plants, suns, solar systems, so many things all painted on this one canvas.
Samaritan is still working on different types of cake to present at the wedding. William helps him in the kitchen, the two working on many cakes as of the time they've been in there.
Skwasniec waddles over and lays down on the floor. "Do you know anything about a snake demon around here? You're like, demon-things, right?"
Misha is at her butcher's shop, sweeping up the floors. She is back to her nervous, timid demeanor. A kettle of tea and her rosary sits on a table, a mug beside those items steaming with said tea from the kettle. She listens to the radio as she works, it playing soothing music.
Eithan is back to his charismatic and kind self, knocking on the door to the butcher’s shop, today holding another gift for them, or they can assume though they see to help it behind their arms. He’s got a smile on his face, his helmet resting at his belt, hearing the music through the door and bobbing his head.
She looks up and walks over, opening the door. "Hello Eithan, should I have a meal set out for you if you plan to be stopping by more often?" She asks, smiling.
He chuckles, a soothing sound now that his throat isn’t hoarse anymore from the acidic ichor within him “I just want to visit my friend, is that such a bad thing to do?” He holds out a pristine butcher’s knife, master crafted “A gift, if you’ll take it.”
She blinks, her expression flickers with that of surprise. "Oh, you didn't need to do that." She said, her tone amazed by it despite her words. She steps back so he can come in.
Misha is at her butcher's shop, sweeping up the floors. She is back to her nervous, timid demeanor. A kettle of tea and her rosary sits on a table, a mug beside those items steaming with said tea from the kettle. She listens to the radio as she works, it playing soothing music.
Eithan is back to his charismatic and kind self, knocking on the door to the butcher’s shop, today holding another gift for them, or they can assume though they see to help it behind their arms. He’s got a smile on his face, his helmet resting at his belt, hearing the music through the door and bobbing his head.
She looks up and walks over, opening the door. "Hello Eithan, should I have a meal set out for you if you plan to be stopping by more often?" She asks, smiling.
He chuckles, a soothing sound now that his throat isn’t hoarse anymore from the acidic ichor within him “I just want to visit my friend, is that such a bad thing to do?” He holds out a pristine butcher’s knife, master crafted “A gift, if you’ll take it.”
She blinks, her expression flickers with that of surprise. "Oh, you didn't need to do that." She said, her tone amazed by it despite her words. She steps back so he can come in.
He does walk inside, putting the butcher’s knife gingerly down on the counter, it glows a soft yet brilliant silver color “Of course I didn’t, that’s the point of a gift, Misha.” He says with a chuckle, putting down his helmet next to it.
Misha is at her butcher's shop, sweeping up the floors. She is back to her nervous, timid demeanor. A kettle of tea and her rosary sits on a table, a mug beside those items steaming with said tea from the kettle. She listens to the radio as she works, it playing soothing music.
Angel is outside, painting. His canvas is small but what he paints is vast.. the starry skies, painted with dots of silver that seem to glitter like they are light-years away despite being painted on something so close. Plants, suns, solar systems, so many things all painted on this one canvas.
Samaritan is still working on different types of cake to present at the wedding. William helps him in the kitchen, the two working on many cakes as of the time they've been in there.
Skwasniec waddles over and lays down on the floor. "Do you know anything about a snake demon around here? You're like, demon-things, right?"
Samaritan raises a brow "Snake-Demon? The only one I know is my fiance, Riotan. Yuan-Ti actually." He said. William nods "Met him once or twice, nice dude. Don't think he likes me though."
Misha is at her butcher's shop, sweeping up the floors. She is back to her nervous, timid demeanor. A kettle of tea and her rosary sits on a table, a mug beside those items steaming with said tea from the kettle. She listens to the radio as she works, it playing soothing music.
Eithan is back to his charismatic and kind self, knocking on the door to the butcher’s shop, today holding another gift for them, or they can assume though they see to help it behind their arms. He’s got a smile on his face, his helmet resting at his belt, hearing the music through the door and bobbing his head.
She looks up and walks over, opening the door. "Hello Eithan, should I have a meal set out for you if you plan to be stopping by more often?" She asks, smiling.
He chuckles, a soothing sound now that his throat isn’t hoarse anymore from the acidic ichor within him “I just want to visit my friend, is that such a bad thing to do?” He holds out a pristine butcher’s knife, master crafted “A gift, if you’ll take it.”
She blinks, her expression flickers with that of surprise. "Oh, you didn't need to do that." She said, her tone amazed by it despite her words. She steps back so he can come in.
He does walk inside, putting the butcher’s knife gingerly down on the counter, it glows a soft yet brilliant silver color “Of course I didn’t, that’s the point of a gift, Misha.” He says with a chuckle, putting down his helmet next to it.
"I understand that it's just.. I am not used to getting them." She says, grabbing another cup from the back and pouring him a cup of tea as well.
Misha is at her butcher's shop, sweeping up the floors. She is back to her nervous, timid demeanor. A kettle of tea and her rosary sits on a table, a mug beside those items steaming with said tea from the kettle. She listens to the radio as she works, it playing soothing music.
Eithan is back to his charismatic and kind self, knocking on the door to the butcher’s shop, today holding another gift for them, or they can assume though they see to help it behind their arms. He’s got a smile on his face, his helmet resting at his belt, hearing the music through the door and bobbing his head.
She looks up and walks over, opening the door. "Hello Eithan, should I have a meal set out for you if you plan to be stopping by more often?" She asks, smiling.
He chuckles, a soothing sound now that his throat isn’t hoarse anymore from the acidic ichor within him “I just want to visit my friend, is that such a bad thing to do?” He holds out a pristine butcher’s knife, master crafted “A gift, if you’ll take it.”
She blinks, her expression flickers with that of surprise. "Oh, you didn't need to do that." She said, her tone amazed by it despite her words. She steps back so he can come in.
He does walk inside, putting the butcher’s knife gingerly down on the counter, it glows a soft yet brilliant silver color “Of course I didn’t, that’s the point of a gift, Misha.” He says with a chuckle, putting down his helmet next to it.
"I understand that it's just.. I am not used to getting them." She says, grabbing another cup from the back and pouring him a cup of tea as well.
“I hope you get used to it soon, because gift giving is my love language.” He takes the cup of tea, not giving the tea time to cook, immediately drinking the scolding liquid without reacting in the slightest.
Misha is at her butcher's shop, sweeping up the floors. She is back to her nervous, timid demeanor. A kettle of tea and her rosary sits on a table, a mug beside those items steaming with said tea from the kettle. She listens to the radio as she works, it playing soothing music.
Eithan is back to his charismatic and kind self, knocking on the door to the butcher’s shop, today holding another gift for them, or they can assume though they see to help it behind their arms. He’s got a smile on his face, his helmet resting at his belt, hearing the music through the door and bobbing his head.
She looks up and walks over, opening the door. "Hello Eithan, should I have a meal set out for you if you plan to be stopping by more often?" She asks, smiling.
He chuckles, a soothing sound now that his throat isn’t hoarse anymore from the acidic ichor within him “I just want to visit my friend, is that such a bad thing to do?” He holds out a pristine butcher’s knife, master crafted “A gift, if you’ll take it.”
She blinks, her expression flickers with that of surprise. "Oh, you didn't need to do that." She said, her tone amazed by it despite her words. She steps back so he can come in.
He does walk inside, putting the butcher’s knife gingerly down on the counter, it glows a soft yet brilliant silver color “Of course I didn’t, that’s the point of a gift, Misha.” He says with a chuckle, putting down his helmet next to it.
"I understand that it's just.. I am not used to getting them." She says, grabbing another cup from the back and pouring him a cup of tea as well.
“I hope you get used to it soon, because gift giving is my love language.” He takes the cup of tea, not giving the tea time to cook, immediately drinking the scolding liquid without reacting in the slightest.
She chuckles and sits down at a table, sitting across from him. "I suppose I should. Mine has always been acts of service but not many want that when your face isn't as beautiful as the girl next doors." She sighs, leaning back.
Misha is at her butcher's shop, sweeping up the floors. She is back to her nervous, timid demeanor. A kettle of tea and her rosary sits on a table, a mug beside those items steaming with said tea from the kettle. She listens to the radio as she works, it playing soothing music.
Samaritan is still working on different types of cake to present at the wedding. William helps him in the kitchen, the two working on many cakes as of the time they've been in there.
Loriche enters, looking a bit concerned.
Riotan knocks on the door.
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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.
Misha is at her butcher's shop, sweeping up the floors. She is back to her nervous, timid demeanor. A kettle of tea and her rosary sits on a table, a mug beside those items steaming with said tea from the kettle. She listens to the radio as she works, it playing soothing music.
Eithan is back to his charismatic and kind self, knocking on the door to the butcher’s shop, today holding another gift for them, or they can assume though they see to help it behind their arms. He’s got a smile on his face, his helmet resting at his belt, hearing the music through the door and bobbing his head.
She looks up and walks over, opening the door. "Hello Eithan, should I have a meal set out for you if you plan to be stopping by more often?" She asks, smiling.
He chuckles, a soothing sound now that his throat isn’t hoarse anymore from the acidic ichor within him “I just want to visit my friend, is that such a bad thing to do?” He holds out a pristine butcher’s knife, master crafted “A gift, if you’ll take it.”
She blinks, her expression flickers with that of surprise. "Oh, you didn't need to do that." She said, her tone amazed by it despite her words. She steps back so he can come in.
He does walk inside, putting the butcher’s knife gingerly down on the counter, it glows a soft yet brilliant silver color “Of course I didn’t, that’s the point of a gift, Misha.” He says with a chuckle, putting down his helmet next to it.
"I understand that it's just.. I am not used to getting them." She says, grabbing another cup from the back and pouring him a cup of tea as well.
“I hope you get used to it soon, because gift giving is my love language.” He takes the cup of tea, not giving the tea time to cook, immediately drinking the scolding liquid without reacting in the slightest.
She chuckles and sits down at a table, sitting across from him. "I suppose I should. Mine has always been acts of service but not many want that when your face isn't as beautiful as the girl next doors." She sighs, leaning back.
He sits down, smiling at them once he puts down the cup of tea, steam coming out of his mouth from the burning tea, leaving his mouth destroyed for just a moment, “I think you look perfectly beautiful, I don’t understand why anyone would think otherwise.” He chuckles, cracking his neck, one of his eyes twitching.
Misha is at her butcher's shop, sweeping up the floors. She is back to her nervous, timid demeanor. A kettle of tea and her rosary sits on a table, a mug beside those items steaming with said tea from the kettle. She listens to the radio as she works, it playing soothing music.
Samaritan is still working on different types of cake to present at the wedding. William helps him in the kitchen, the two working on many cakes as of the time they've been in there.
Loriche enters, looking a bit concerned.
Riotan knocks on the door.
She looks up, quickly retrieving her mask. She slips it over her nose and mouth, as not to scare Loriche. "Hello." She chirps, leaving her body language open.
Samaritan opens it and smiles behind his mask "Rio, good to see you." He leads him inside, a gentle hand on his back.
Misha is at her butcher's shop, sweeping up the floors. She is back to her nervous, timid demeanor. A kettle of tea and her rosary sits on a table, a mug beside those items steaming with said tea from the kettle. She listens to the radio as she works, it playing soothing music.
Eithan is back to his charismatic and kind self, knocking on the door to the butcher’s shop, today holding another gift for them, or they can assume though they see to help it behind their arms. He’s got a smile on his face, his helmet resting at his belt, hearing the music through the door and bobbing his head.
She looks up and walks over, opening the door. "Hello Eithan, should I have a meal set out for you if you plan to be stopping by more often?" She asks, smiling.
He chuckles, a soothing sound now that his throat isn’t hoarse anymore from the acidic ichor within him “I just want to visit my friend, is that such a bad thing to do?” He holds out a pristine butcher’s knife, master crafted “A gift, if you’ll take it.”
She blinks, her expression flickers with that of surprise. "Oh, you didn't need to do that." She said, her tone amazed by it despite her words. She steps back so he can come in.
He does walk inside, putting the butcher’s knife gingerly down on the counter, it glows a soft yet brilliant silver color “Of course I didn’t, that’s the point of a gift, Misha.” He says with a chuckle, putting down his helmet next to it.
"I understand that it's just.. I am not used to getting them." She says, grabbing another cup from the back and pouring him a cup of tea as well.
“I hope you get used to it soon, because gift giving is my love language.” He takes the cup of tea, not giving the tea time to cook, immediately drinking the scolding liquid without reacting in the slightest.
She chuckles and sits down at a table, sitting across from him. "I suppose I should. Mine has always been acts of service but not many want that when your face isn't as beautiful as the girl next doors." She sighs, leaning back.
He sits down, smiling at them once he puts down the cup of tea, steam coming out of his mouth from the burning tea, leaving his mouth destroyed for just a moment, “I think you look perfectly beautiful, I don’t understand why anyone would think otherwise.” He chuckles, cracking his neck, one of his eyes twitching.
She shakes her head "I know I am not.. aesthetically pleasing but I think I have given up on that dream." She shrugs.
Misha is at her butcher's shop, sweeping up the floors. She is back to her nervous, timid demeanor. A kettle of tea and her rosary sits on a table, a mug beside those items steaming with said tea from the kettle. She listens to the radio as she works, it playing soothing music.
Angel is outside, painting. His canvas is small but what he paints is vast.. the starry skies, painted with dots of silver that seem to glitter like they are light-years away despite being painted on something so close. Plants, suns, solar systems, so many things all painted on this one canvas.
Samaritan is still working on different types of cake to present at the wedding. William helps him in the kitchen, the two working on many cakes as of the time they've been in there.
Skwasniec waddles over and lays down on the floor. "Do you know anything about a snake demon around here? You're like, demon-things, right?"
Samaritan raises a brow "Snake-Demon? The only one I know is my fiance, Riotan. Yuan-Ti actually." He said. William nods "Met him once or twice, nice dude. Don't think he likes me though."
"He threw acid on me and stepped on my tail. I still don't know why. Something about 'It's better if you end now,' but also it seems like he fed from it because he thanked me for the snack. Anyway, when you see him again, could you tell him that I forgive him but that I don't want him to do that again?"
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
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Eithan is back to his charismatic and kind self, knocking on the door to the butcher’s shop, today holding another gift for them, or they can assume though they see to help it behind their arms. He’s got a smile on his face, his helmet resting at his belt, hearing the music through the door and bobbing his head.
She looks up and walks over, opening the door. "Hello Eithan, should I have a meal set out for you if you plan to be stopping by more often?" She asks, smiling.
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 chuckles, a soothing sound now that his throat isn’t hoarse anymore from the acidic ichor within him “I just want to visit my friend, is that such a bad thing to do?” He holds out a pristine butcher’s knife, master crafted “A gift, if you’ll take it.”
Skwasniec waddles over and lays down on the floor. "Do you know anything about a snake demon around here? You're like, demon-things, right?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
She blinks, her expression flickers with that of surprise. "Oh, you didn't need to do that." She said, her tone amazed by it despite her words. She steps back so he can come in.
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 does walk inside, putting the butcher’s knife gingerly down on the counter, it glows a soft yet brilliant silver color “Of course I didn’t, that’s the point of a gift, Misha.” He says with a chuckle, putting down his helmet next to it.
Samaritan raises a brow "Snake-Demon? The only one I know is my fiance, Riotan. Yuan-Ti actually." He said. William nods "Met him once or twice, nice dude. Don't think he likes me though."
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 understand that it's just.. I am not used to getting them." She says, grabbing another cup from the back and pouring him a cup of tea as well.
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
*oh no, Rio's gettin snitched on*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“I hope you get used to it soon, because gift giving is my love language.” He takes the cup of tea, not giving the tea time to cook, immediately drinking the scolding liquid without reacting in the slightest.
*Love when the mischievous boi gets snitched on.*
She chuckles and sits down at a table, sitting across from him. "I suppose I should. Mine has always been acts of service but not many want that when your face isn't as beautiful as the girl next doors." She sighs, leaning back.
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
*Samaritan is either gonna be pissed or okay with it.*
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
Loriche enters, looking a bit concerned.
Riotan knocks on the door.
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 sits down, smiling at them once he puts down the cup of tea, steam coming out of his mouth from the burning tea, leaving his mouth destroyed for just a moment, “I think you look perfectly beautiful, I don’t understand why anyone would think otherwise.” He chuckles, cracking his neck, one of his eyes twitching.
*He threw acid at a child*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
She looks up, quickly retrieving her mask. She slips it over her nose and mouth, as not to scare Loriche. "Hello." She chirps, leaving her body language open.
Samaritan opens it and smiles behind his mask "Rio, good to see you." He leads him inside, a gentle hand on his back.
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
She shakes her head "I know I am not.. aesthetically pleasing but I think I have given up on that dream." She 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
"He threw acid on me and stepped on my tail. I still don't know why. Something about 'It's better if you end now,' but also it seems like he fed from it because he thanked me for the snack. Anyway, when you see him again, could you tell him that I forgive him but that I don't want him to do that again?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
(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