"Oh, I grew up in Honkachu. My family leads most years." He is about to take a sip from his soda when he stops suddenly. "Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry. You're from the house that burned down a couple days back, aren't you?"
He nods, holding his glass in both paws. "I'm... sad today. But I did everything right, I think. I'm just... sad."
“Home only held so much value, I left there when my parents were murdered, don’t feel too bad.” He sits down next to them, crossing his legs, “You’re sympathy is much appreciated, you are far too kind to me.” He smiles happily.
“Everything right? What do you mean?” He asks, his gravelly voice having a bit of curiosity in it.
"I don't think there's such thing as too kind. Even terrible people need to be taken care of, not destroyed." He sits down as well. "It just makes me sad sometimes. A lot of the most vile people in the universe could have been good if they had someone to help them understand themselves and the world around them." He looks at his soda. "Not saying you're a terrible person, of course, just explaining my thoughts."
"I've been trying to take care of myself alright, I've been avoiding alcohol and drugs... I thought I made peace with my losses, but I'm just wracked with regret, it feels like." He's being very open for some reason.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Night falls, and the lawn of the inn is empty. Almost. Silhouetted in the light of a small campfire is a heavily tattooed brass dragonborn. He sings an old, mournful song in a quiet, smooth baritone, as soft as a sigh, yet sad enough to make the stoic weep. His naval coat and hat are discarded beside him as he sits on the ground.
This is the song, for vibes
*yess*
*Would you be okay if I interacted with this, Fry?*
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
His eyes blink horizontally “Do you have any guides on how to act more human?”
The Duchess pulls back, kissing their cheek, “I love you, dear of mine.”
He tilts his head with a smile “Beautiful, but may I ask, what are they supposed to be?”
"I don't keep books, unfortunately."
He holds her face, chirping. "Hello, my loves."
He shrugs, laughing.
He sighs, arms going slack “It’s okay, nice to meet you.”
“I could just… eat you up.” She shivers happily, kissing them again.
“Well, I enjoy it nonetheless, I’m Loo, Loo Stonebreak.”
"You too." he holds out his left paw
He squeals, laughing. "Oh nooooo."
His eyes light up and he gets to drawing again. after a while, he hands them a drawing of them, depicted as breaking a stone wall with their name at the bottom of the page.
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"Oh, I grew up in Honkachu. My family leads most years." He is about to take a sip from his soda when he stops suddenly. "Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry. You're from the house that burned down a couple days back, aren't you?"
He nods, holding his glass in both paws. "I'm... sad today. But I did everything right, I think. I'm just... sad."
“Home only held so much value, I left there when my parents were murdered, don’t feel too bad.” He sits down next to them, crossing his legs, “You’re sympathy is much appreciated, you are far too kind to me.” He smiles happily.
“Everything right? What do you mean?” He asks, his gravelly voice having a bit of curiosity in it.
"I don't think there's such thing as too kind. Even terrible people need to be taken care of, not destroyed." He sits down as well. "It just makes me sad sometimes. A lot of the most vile people in the universe could have been good if they had someone to help them understand themselves and the world around them." He looks at his soda. "Not saying you're a terrible person, of course, just explaining my thoughts."
"I've been trying to take care of myself alright, I've been avoiding alcohol and drugs... I thought I made peace with my losses, but I'm just wracked with regret, it feels like." He's being very open for some reason.
He takes a moment to consider their words, looking down at the ground before speaking again, “I wouldn’t consider myself the best person… I don’t think I’ve introduced myself. Loo Stonebreak, a pleasure to meet you, kin.”
“Really? Regret exists without reason my friend… it doesn’t matter what you’ve done, who you are, who you will be. Any man who exists without regret is an idiot and a fool.” Gin is being strangely the same.
Night falls, and the lawn of the inn is empty. Almost. Silhouetted in the light of a small campfire is a heavily tattooed brass dragonborn. He sings an old, mournful song in a quiet, smooth baritone, as soft as a sigh, yet sad enough to make the stoic weep. His naval coat and hat are discarded beside him as he sits on the ground.
This is the song, for vibes
*yess*
*Would you be okay if I interacted with this, Fry?*
*sure*
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I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire who's always open to chat. I'm a sensitive little sad bean, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, princess-of-quite-a-lot, and certified silly goose
"I don't think there's such thing as too kind. Even terrible people need to be taken care of, not destroyed." He sits down as well. "It just makes me sad sometimes. A lot of the most vile people in the universe could have been good if they had someone to help them understand themselves and the world around them." He looks at his soda. "Not saying you're a terrible person, of course, just explaining my thoughts."
"I've been trying to take care of myself alright, I've been avoiding alcohol and drugs... I thought I made peace with my losses, but I'm just wracked with regret, it feels like." He's being very open for some reason.
He takes a moment to consider their words, looking down at the ground before speaking again, “I wouldn’t consider myself the best person… I don’t think I’ve introduced myself. Loo Stonebreak, a pleasure to meet you, kin.”
“Really? Regret exists without reason my friend… it doesn’t matter what you’ve done, who you are, who you will be. Any man who exists without regret is an idiot and a fool.” Gin is being strangely the same.
"I'm Felix Ambersmoke. Nice to meet you, Loo." He holds out a chubby paw to shake. "You the owner of that new restaurant? It's really good."
He sighs and cuddles a bit closer. "I left my kids behind. It was thousands of years ago, but I still did it. They were worried about their dad, so I disguised myself as a nurse and went to the front lines. He had been dead for months, and all the letters we got from him were fakes. When I went back to tell the kiddos, they had been taken away due to my 'lack of moral fiber.' The folks up top knew all along that I wasn't a nurse. They knew I would come looking." He bows his head.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
His eyes blink horizontally “Do you have any guides on how to act more human?”
The Duchess pulls back, kissing their cheek, “I love you, dear of mine.”
He tilts his head with a smile “Beautiful, but may I ask, what are they supposed to be?”
"I don't keep books, unfortunately."
He holds her face, chirping. "Hello, my loves."
He shrugs, laughing.
He sighs, arms going slack “It’s okay, nice to meet you.”
“I could just… eat you up.” She shivers happily, kissing them again.
“Well, I enjoy it nonetheless, I’m Loo, Loo Stonebreak.”
"You too." he holds out his left paw
He squeals, laughing. "Oh nooooo."
His eyes light up and he gets to drawing again. after a while, he hands them a drawing of them, depicted as breaking a stone wall with their name at the bottom of the page.
He takes the hand, “Bluebell, nice to meet you.” He gives an eerie and unnatural smile.
“Do you have anything you want to do today, dear? Have you been practicing your trapeze?”
He takes the drawing, smiling down at it, “Thank you, may I have this?” He puts the drawing paper down on the table “This is a very good drawing. I feel connected to it in some way.” He smiles brightly, looking back to them.
"I don't think there's such thing as too kind. Even terrible people need to be taken care of, not destroyed." He sits down as well. "It just makes me sad sometimes. A lot of the most vile people in the universe could have been good if they had someone to help them understand themselves and the world around them." He looks at his soda. "Not saying you're a terrible person, of course, just explaining my thoughts."
"I've been trying to take care of myself alright, I've been avoiding alcohol and drugs... I thought I made peace with my losses, but I'm just wracked with regret, it feels like." He's being very open for some reason.
He takes a moment to consider their words, looking down at the ground before speaking again, “I wouldn’t consider myself the best person… I don’t think I’ve introduced myself. Loo Stonebreak, a pleasure to meet you, kin.”
“Really? Regret exists without reason my friend… it doesn’t matter what you’ve done, who you are, who you will be. Any man who exists without regret is an idiot and a fool.” Gin is being strangely the same.
"I'm Felix Ambersmoke. Nice to meet you, Loo." He holds out a chubby paw to shake. "You the owner of that new restaurant? It's really good."
He sighs and cuddles a bit closer. "I left my kids behind. It was thousands of years ago, but I still did it. They were worried about their dad, so I disguised myself as a nurse and went to the front lines. He had been dead for months, and all the letters we got from him were fakes. When I went back to tell the kiddos, they had been taken away due to my 'lack of moral fiber.' The folks up top knew all along that I wasn't a nurse. They knew I would come looking." He bows his head.
“Yes I would be, my capabilities are what allow my restaurant to thrive, and my cooking skills, the one thing my father was able to give me.” He shakes the hand with a smile.
“You abandoned your own children. Hmm…” He rubs his chin, thinking for a moment, “Did you attempt to make amends? It’s obvious you have regrets, if you failed to do so then, you should now, I will come along with you for support and to keep you from running away again, if you will allow me.”
He takes the hand, “Bluebell, nice to meet you.” He gives an eerie and unnatural smile.
“Do you have anything you want to do today, dear? Have you been practicing your trapeze?”
He takes the drawing, smiling down at it, “Thank you, may I have this?” He puts the drawing paper down on the table “This is a very good drawing. I feel connected to it in some way.” He smiles brightly, looking back to them.
His grip is firm, cold in one spot where he bears a ring
"I have, but we have.. a problem."
He nods, smiling and blushing at the praise of his work.
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"I'm Felix Ambersmoke. Nice to meet you, Loo." He holds out a chubby paw to shake. "You the owner of that new restaurant? It's really good."
He sighs and cuddles a bit closer. "I left my kids behind. It was thousands of years ago, but I still did it. They were worried about their dad, so I disguised myself as a nurse and went to the front lines. He had been dead for months, and all the letters we got from him were fakes. When I went back to tell the kiddos, they had been taken away due to my 'lack of moral fiber.' The folks up top knew all along that I wasn't a nurse. They knew I would come looking." He bows his head.
“Yes I would be, my capabilities are what allow my restaurant to thrive, and my cooking skills, the one thing my father was able to give me.” He shakes the hand with a smile.
“You abandoned your own children. Hmm…” He rubs his chin, thinking for a moment, “Did you attempt to make amends? It’s obvious you have regrets, if you failed to do so then, you should now, I will come along with you for support and to keep you from running away again, if you will allow me.”
"I'm a chef too, although my specialty is dealing with dangerous ingredients instead of being really good with... anything in particular. I'm still a master chef, I just don't think I can do what you do."
"They're dead. Not even a True Resurrection could bring them back. I never found them after that day, no matter how many places I raided looking for them. I... lost my mind searching. Killed millions over the course of my career, and not all of them were bad guys." He sobs. "They were children. Normal, mortal children."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He takes the hand, “Bluebell, nice to meet you.” He gives an eerie and unnatural smile.
“Do you have anything you want to do today, dear? Have you been practicing your trapeze?”
He takes the drawing, smiling down at it, “Thank you, may I have this?” He puts the drawing paper down on the table “This is a very good drawing. I feel connected to it in some way.” He smiles brightly, looking back to them.
His grip is firm, cold in one spot where he bears a ring
"I have, but we have.. a problem."
He nods, smiling and blushing at the praise of his work.
He looks down to the ring, his pupils slitting “What is that, why do you wear it around your… what’s the word…?”
“A problem? Explain.” She tilts her head, worried.
He folds the piece of paper, sliding it into his pocket, “A piece of art, thank you.”
He takes the hand, “Bluebell, nice to meet you.” He gives an eerie and unnatural smile.
“Do you have anything you want to do today, dear? Have you been practicing your trapeze?”
He takes the drawing, smiling down at it, “Thank you, may I have this?” He puts the drawing paper down on the table “This is a very good drawing. I feel connected to it in some way.” He smiles brightly, looking back to them.
His grip is firm, cold in one spot where he bears a ring
"I have, but we have.. a problem."
He nods, smiling and blushing at the praise of his work.
He looks down to the ring, his pupils slitting “What is that, why do you wear it around your… what’s the word…?”
“A problem? Explain.” She tilts her head, worried.
He folds the piece of paper, sliding it into his pocket, “A piece of art, thank you.”
"This is a ring, and I wear it on my left ring finger because I am engaged."
He holds up his nub, frowning
He nods, smiling and taking a sip of his water.
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"I'm Felix Ambersmoke. Nice to meet you, Loo." He holds out a chubby paw to shake. "You the owner of that new restaurant? It's really good."
He sighs and cuddles a bit closer. "I left my kids behind. It was thousands of years ago, but I still did it. They were worried about their dad, so I disguised myself as a nurse and went to the front lines. He had been dead for months, and all the letters we got from him were fakes. When I went back to tell the kiddos, they had been taken away due to my 'lack of moral fiber.' The folks up top knew all along that I wasn't a nurse. They knew I would come looking." He bows his head.
“Yes I would be, my capabilities are what allow my restaurant to thrive, and my cooking skills, the one thing my father was able to give me.” He shakes the hand with a smile.
“You abandoned your own children. Hmm…” He rubs his chin, thinking for a moment, “Did you attempt to make amends? It’s obvious you have regrets, if you failed to do so then, you should now, I will come along with you for support and to keep you from running away again, if you will allow me.”
"I'm a chef too, although my specialty is dealing with dangerous ingredients instead of being really good with... anything in particular. I'm still a master chef, I just don't think I can do what you do."
"They're dead. Not even a True Resurrection could bring them back. I never found them after that day, no matter how many places I raided looking for them. I... lost my mind searching. Killed millions over the course of my career, and not all of them were bad guys." He sobs. "They were children. Normal, mortal children."
“Anyone can do what I do, I just was lucky in some ways and unlucky in others, if not for the death of my parents, I may have grown up a little more normal.”
He nods silently and pats their back, “I will be the shoulder you need to lean on, for now if not later. Not all crimes can be forgiven, but regrets give way for chances not had before. I’m sorry for you, and your family.”
He takes the hand, “Bluebell, nice to meet you.” He gives an eerie and unnatural smile.
“Do you have anything you want to do today, dear? Have you been practicing your trapeze?”
He takes the drawing, smiling down at it, “Thank you, may I have this?” He puts the drawing paper down on the table “This is a very good drawing. I feel connected to it in some way.” He smiles brightly, looking back to them.
His grip is firm, cold in one spot where he bears a ring
"I have, but we have.. a problem."
He nods, smiling and blushing at the praise of his work.
He looks down to the ring, his pupils slitting “What is that, why do you wear it around your… what’s the word…?”
“A problem? Explain.” She tilts her head, worried.
He folds the piece of paper, sliding it into his pocket, “A piece of art, thank you.”
"This is a ring, and I wear it on my left ring finger because I am engaged."
He holds up his nub, frowning
He nods, smiling and taking a sip of his water.
“Engaged?” He tilts his head to the point where it would snap if he had a spine.
“Did you lose your arm again?” She sighs, “Do you want to be infected again, dear?”
He takes the hand, “Bluebell, nice to meet you.” He gives an eerie and unnatural smile.
“Do you have anything you want to do today, dear? Have you been practicing your trapeze?”
He takes the drawing, smiling down at it, “Thank you, may I have this?” He puts the drawing paper down on the table “This is a very good drawing. I feel connected to it in some way.” He smiles brightly, looking back to them.
His grip is firm, cold in one spot where he bears a ring
"I have, but we have.. a problem."
He nods, smiling and blushing at the praise of his work.
He looks down to the ring, his pupils slitting “What is that, why do you wear it around your… what’s the word…?”
“A problem? Explain.” She tilts her head, worried.
He folds the piece of paper, sliding it into his pocket, “A piece of art, thank you.”
"This is a ring, and I wear it on my left ring finger because I am engaged."
He holds up his nub, frowning
He nods, smiling and taking a sip of his water.
“Engaged?” He tilts his head to the point where it would snap if he had a spine.
“Did you lose your arm again?” She sighs, “Do you want to be infected again, dear?”
“Do you have any family, around here, friend?”
"Tied lovingly to the man I love, who'll soon become my husband."
He nods sheepishly.
He shakes his head, looking a bit sad.
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He takes the hand, “Bluebell, nice to meet you.” He gives an eerie and unnatural smile.
“Do you have anything you want to do today, dear? Have you been practicing your trapeze?”
He takes the drawing, smiling down at it, “Thank you, may I have this?” He puts the drawing paper down on the table “This is a very good drawing. I feel connected to it in some way.” He smiles brightly, looking back to them.
His grip is firm, cold in one spot where he bears a ring
"I have, but we have.. a problem."
He nods, smiling and blushing at the praise of his work.
He looks down to the ring, his pupils slitting “What is that, why do you wear it around your… what’s the word…?”
“A problem? Explain.” She tilts her head, worried.
He folds the piece of paper, sliding it into his pocket, “A piece of art, thank you.”
"This is a ring, and I wear it on my left ring finger because I am engaged."
He holds up his nub, frowning
He nods, smiling and taking a sip of his water.
“Engaged?” He tilts his head to the point where it would snap if he had a spine.
“Did you lose your arm again?” She sighs, “Do you want to be infected again, dear?”
“Do you have any family, around here, friend?”
"Tied lovingly to the man I love, who'll soon become my husband."
He nods sheepishly.
He shakes his head, looking a bit sad.
They process this, smiling “I’m happy for you, that must mean more than I understand.”
She rolls her eyes before biting the other side of their neck.
“Well… how about you join my family, we’d give you a place to stay, food to eat, people to care for you?”
They process this, smiling “I’m happy for you, that must mean more than I understand.”
She rolls her eyes before biting the other side of their neck.
“Well… how about you join my family, we’d give you a place to stay, food to eat, people to care for you?”
"Thank you, I'm quite excited. Can I get you something else?"
He groans, stump shaking a bit
He thinks for a moment before writing out words on a blank paper. "Gang?"
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Night falls, and the lawn of the inn is empty. Almost. Silhouetted in the light of a small campfire is a heavily tattooed brass dragonborn. He sings an old, mournful song in a quiet, smooth baritone, as soft as a sigh, yet sad enough to make the stoic weep. His naval coat and hat are discarded beside him as he sits on the ground.
This is the song, for vibes
*yess*
*Would you be okay if I interacted with this, Fry?*
*yeah you can*
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I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire who's always open to chat. I'm a sensitive little sad bean, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, princess-of-quite-a-lot, and certified silly goose
"I don't think there's such thing as too kind. Even terrible people need to be taken care of, not destroyed." He sits down as well. "It just makes me sad sometimes. A lot of the most vile people in the universe could have been good if they had someone to help them understand themselves and the world around them." He looks at his soda. "Not saying you're a terrible person, of course, just explaining my thoughts."
"I've been trying to take care of myself alright, I've been avoiding alcohol and drugs... I thought I made peace with my losses, but I'm just wracked with regret, it feels like." He's being very open for some reason.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Would you be okay if I interacted with this, Fry?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He sighs, arms going slack “It’s okay, nice to meet you.”
“I could just… eat you up.” She shivers happily, kissing them again.
“Well, I enjoy it nonetheless, I’m Loo, Loo Stonebreak.”
"You too." he holds out his left paw
He squeals, laughing. "Oh nooooo."
His eyes light up and he gets to drawing again. after a while, he hands them a drawing of them, depicted as breaking a stone wall with their name at the bottom of the page.
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My Threads: Anytown, USA and Sanctuary [Links]
S♡J
2-13-25
He takes a moment to consider their words, looking down at the ground before speaking again, “I wouldn’t consider myself the best person… I don’t think I’ve introduced myself. Loo Stonebreak, a pleasure to meet you, kin.”
“Really? Regret exists without reason my friend… it doesn’t matter what you’ve done, who you are, who you will be. Any man who exists without regret is an idiot and a fool.” Gin is being strangely the same.
*sure*
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire who's always open to chat.
I'm a sensitive little sad bean, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world.
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, princess-of-quite-a-lot, and certified silly goose
"I'm Felix Ambersmoke. Nice to meet you, Loo." He holds out a chubby paw to shake. "You the owner of that new restaurant? It's really good."
He sighs and cuddles a bit closer. "I left my kids behind. It was thousands of years ago, but I still did it. They were worried about their dad, so I disguised myself as a nurse and went to the front lines. He had been dead for months, and all the letters we got from him were fakes. When I went back to tell the kiddos, they had been taken away due to my 'lack of moral fiber.' The folks up top knew all along that I wasn't a nurse. They knew I would come looking." He bows his head.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He takes the hand, “Bluebell, nice to meet you.” He gives an eerie and unnatural smile.
“Do you have anything you want to do today, dear? Have you been practicing your trapeze?”
He takes the drawing, smiling down at it, “Thank you, may I have this?” He puts the drawing paper down on the table “This is a very good drawing. I feel connected to it in some way.” He smiles brightly, looking back to them.
“Yes I would be, my capabilities are what allow my restaurant to thrive, and my cooking skills, the one thing my father was able to give me.” He shakes the hand with a smile.
“You abandoned your own children. Hmm…” He rubs his chin, thinking for a moment, “Did you attempt to make amends? It’s obvious you have regrets, if you failed to do so then, you should now, I will come along with you for support and to keep you from running away again, if you will allow me.”
His grip is firm, cold in one spot where he bears a ring
"I have, but we have.. a problem."
He nods, smiling and blushing at the praise of his work.
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YES NO I'm on more than Gonzalo and Bananer, trust B)
My Threads: Anytown, USA and Sanctuary [Links]
S♡J
2-13-25
"I'm a chef too, although my specialty is dealing with dangerous ingredients instead of being really good with... anything in particular. I'm still a master chef, I just don't think I can do what you do."
"They're dead. Not even a True Resurrection could bring them back. I never found them after that day, no matter how many places I raided looking for them. I... lost my mind searching. Killed millions over the course of my career, and not all of them were bad guys." He sobs. "They were children. Normal, mortal children."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He looks down to the ring, his pupils slitting “What is that, why do you wear it around your… what’s the word…?”
“A problem? Explain.” She tilts her head, worried.
He folds the piece of paper, sliding it into his pocket, “A piece of art, thank you.”
"This is a ring, and I wear it on my left ring finger because I am engaged."
He holds up his nub, frowning
He nods, smiling and taking a sip of his water.
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YES NO I'm on more than Gonzalo and Bananer, trust B)
My Threads: Anytown, USA and Sanctuary [Links]
S♡J
2-13-25
“Anyone can do what I do, I just was lucky in some ways and unlucky in others, if not for the death of my parents, I may have grown up a little more normal.”
He nods silently and pats their back, “I will be the shoulder you need to lean on, for now if not later. Not all crimes can be forgiven, but regrets give way for chances not had before. I’m sorry for you, and your family.”
“Engaged?” He tilts his head to the point where it would snap if he had a spine.
“Did you lose your arm again?” She sighs, “Do you want to be infected again, dear?”
“Do you have any family, around here, friend?”
"Tied lovingly to the man I love, who'll soon become my husband."
He nods sheepishly.
He shakes his head, looking a bit sad.
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YES NO I'm on more than Gonzalo and Bananer, trust B)
My Threads: Anytown, USA and Sanctuary [Links]
S♡J
2-13-25
They process this, smiling “I’m happy for you, that must mean more than I understand.”
She rolls her eyes before biting the other side of their neck.
“Well… how about you join my family, we’d give you a place to stay, food to eat, people to care for you?”
"Thank you, I'm quite excited. Can I get you something else?"
He groans, stump shaking a bit
He thinks for a moment before writing out words on a blank paper. "Gang?"
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YES NO I'm on more than Gonzalo and Bananer, trust B)
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S♡J
2-13-25
*yeah you can*
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire who's always open to chat.
I'm a sensitive little sad bean, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world.
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, princess-of-quite-a-lot, and certified silly goose
He shakes his head, “Unless you have some advice ro appear more… correct.”
She pulls back after a moment, “Now you’re going to go to bed.”
He grins, leaning back in his chair, “You are a clever one, what is your name, friend?”