Tom arrives at the bar, dressed in top-of-the-range hunting gear and panting furiously
A human child is sat in the bar, eating messily
A huge human in a lab coat with oversized shoulder pads bursts into the bar, his massive shoes clomping against the ground. He strides over in about three steps and places a huge, hot, juicy cheeseburger down in front of the child, a long with some fried and breaded nuggets, french fries, and a large paper cup filled with soda. He carried all of that in one gloved hand. "You must be ravenous!"
Lavender and chamomile. It has faint, almost imperceptible undertones of spoiled meat and chemicals. "See, parents these days want their kids to have a varied diet, a healthy diet. But that's expensive, and sometimes what you need most is calories. I would rather the kids get some food than none because their parents were saving for something more 'becoming of them.' Anyway, the food I sell is consistent, delicious, and calorically-dense. It's not something you should eat every day, but in an emergency it should keep you running for a long while."
Arabella thinks for a moment "Does this food contain the five parts of the food pyramid? Those are what children truly need as small bones, still developing brains, and young organs are still growing."
He pauses, his grin losing a bit of genuinity. "Well, we typically sell burgers, which have grains, meat, fruit, and vegetables, and we also have chocolate milk. We have cheaper options, but even our highest-quality meals are lower in cost than mundane food due to our advanced processing equipment and alternative food sources."
Lavender and chamomile. It has faint, almost imperceptible undertones of spoiled meat and chemicals. "See, parents these days want their kids to have a varied diet, a healthy diet. But that's expensive, and sometimes what you need most is calories. I would rather the kids get some food than none because their parents were saving for something more 'becoming of them.' Anyway, the food I sell is consistent, delicious, and calorically-dense. It's not something you should eat every day, but in an emergency it should keep you running for a long while."
Arabella thinks for a moment "Does this food contain the five parts of the food pyramid? Those are what children truly need as small bones, still developing brains, and young organs are still growing."
He pauses, his grin losing a bit of genuinity. "Well, we typically sell burgers, which have grains, meat, fruit, and vegetables, and we also have chocolate milk. We have cheaper options, but even our highest-quality meals are lower in cost than mundane food due to our advanced processing equipment and alternative food sources."
She sighs and folds her arms, poking him the chest "This is coming from someone who has studied both children and adults. While I have nothing against fast food, what you are assuming is that your food is 'enough'." She pulls a book out of her bag and hands it to him, the apple-red cover brightly staring back at him "This is a book on eating habits of children and how to add daily nutrition to it in ways that kids will want to eat without losing those sugars, fats, and salts one would crave."
A huge human in a lab coat with oversized shoulder pads bursts into the bar, his massive shoes clomping against the ground. He strides over in about three steps and places a huge, hot, juicy cheeseburger down in front of the child, a long with some fried and breaded nuggets, french fries, and a large paper cup filled with soda. He carried all of that in one gloved hand. "You must be ravenous!"
'Not a trap?' The kid raises an eyebrow
"As an evil genius, I give you my word that this is no trap. I would never harm a child. Besides, my traps are usually giant, very shiny and obvious spikes, only dangerous if you're going at extremely high speeds." He reaches into his pocket and removes a little stuffed robot toy. "I want to see if you can eat all of the food before you. If you do, I'll give you this toy."
He pauses, his grin losing a bit of genuinity. "Well, we typically sell burgers, which have grains, meat, fruit, and vegetables, and we also have chocolate milk. We have cheaper options, but even our highest-quality meals are lower in cost than mundane food due to our advanced processing equipment and alternative food sources."
She sighs and folds her arms, poking him the chest "This is coming from someone who has studied both children and adults. While I have nothing against fast food, what you are assuming is that your food is 'enough'." She pulls a book out of her bag and hands it to him, the apple-red cover brightly staring back at him "This is a book on eating habits of children and how to add daily nutrition to it in ways that kids will want to eat without losing those sugars, fats, and salts one would crave."
His grin becomes an unhappy grimace. He wrinkles his large nose at the book before setting it down. "I've read it. What I sell is not meant to sustain a growing child on its own, but to supplement the diet of those who are actually hungry. Salarymen, politicians, students, people with places to be, people who have a hard time choking down 'real food.' I produce it faster and cheaper than anyone else, and I include real vegetables. My mines, farms, and factories produce every ingredient used, so I know exactly what goes into every meal without any variation to my plans."
He pauses, his grin losing a bit of genuinity. "Well, we typically sell burgers, which have grains, meat, fruit, and vegetables, and we also have chocolate milk. We have cheaper options, but even our highest-quality meals are lower in cost than mundane food due to our advanced processing equipment and alternative food sources."
She sighs and folds her arms, poking him the chest "This is coming from someone who has studied both children and adults. While I have nothing against fast food, what you are assuming is that your food is 'enough'." She pulls a book out of her bag and hands it to him, the apple-red cover brightly staring back at him "This is a book on eating habits of children and how to add daily nutrition to it in ways that kids will want to eat without losing those sugars, fats, and salts one would crave."
His grin becomes an unhappy grimace. He wrinkles his large nose at the book before setting it down. "I've read it. What I sell is not meant to sustain a growing child on its own, but to supplement the diet of those who are actually hungry. Salarymen, politicians, students, people with places to be, people who have a hard time choking down 'real food.' I produce it faster and cheaper than anyone else, and I include real vegetables. My mines, farms, and factories produce every ingredient used, so I know exactly what goes into every meal without any variation to my plans."
She looks embarrassed, a look of shame on her face as she brings her upper set of hands "ah.. very sorry. I have seen so many children not get the nutrients they need that it becomes second nature at this point to lecture them on the dangers of processed foods." She slinks a foot back, her hands continue to wrong themselves in a nervous tic.
The small, shadowy bug is curled up in a corner, waiting for someone to tell it to get out.
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(And, of course, Dragon Tamer. It is in the name, after all!)
"The time has come to fulfill your blood oath, electric rodent!"
The kid starts eating ravenously, his eyes fixed on the toy. 'Why you do this?'
"Experimentation, of course. This is quite a lot of food for a child, and I want to see if a toy would motivate you to eat such a filling meal." He grins. "A lot of people consider the food I make to be 'garbage,' and refuse to even try it. But it's good. I make sure of it. Rigorous quality inspections, obsessive tweaking of recipes, full control over the means of production, I have everything I need to make this affordable and fun for the whole family." He grimaces. "But no one wants to try it. They don't trust me. Too fast, too delicious, couldn't possibly be good for you, they all cry out. I just need them to give me a chance."
The kid starts eating ravenously, his eyes fixed on the toy. 'Why you do this?'
"Experimentation, of course. This is quite a lot of food for a child, and I want to see if a toy would motivate you to eat such a filling meal." He grins. "A lot of people consider the food I make to be 'garbage,' and refuse to even try it. But it's good. I make sure of it. Rigorous quality inspections, obsessive tweaking of recipes, full control over the means of production, I have everything I need to make this affordable and fun for the whole family." He grimaces. "But no one wants to try it. They don't trust me. Too fast, too delicious, couldn't possibly be good for you, they all cry out. I just need them to give me a chance."
'Not garbage. Tastes too warm. Could bring back for family?'
His grin becomes an unhappy grimace. He wrinkles his large nose at the book before setting it down. "I've read it. What I sell is not meant to sustain a growing child on its own, but to supplement the diet of those who are actually hungry. Salarymen, politicians, students, people with places to be, people who have a hard time choking down 'real food.' I produce it faster and cheaper than anyone else, and I include real vegetables. My mines, farms, and factories produce every ingredient used, so I know exactly what goes into every meal without any variation to my plans."
She looks embarrassed, a look of shame on her face as she brings her upper set of hands "ah.. very sorry. I have seen so many children not get the nutrients they need that it becomes second nature at this point to lecture them on the dangers of processed foods." She slinks a foot back, her hands continue to wrong themselves in a nervous tic.
He takes some deep breaths, calming himself and slowly softening his glower. He smiles once more. "You had good intentions. I apologize, I've been... endlessly harangued about such things by my arch nemesis. I built this food based on the food I was raised on, and I grew up to be happy and successful. I am very proud of my inventions, and I tend to care about them more than I care about myself."
"Experimentation, of course. This is quite a lot of food for a child, and I want to see if a toy would motivate you to eat such a filling meal." He grins. "A lot of people consider the food I make to be 'garbage,' and refuse to even try it. But it's good. I make sure of it. Rigorous quality inspections, obsessive tweaking of recipes, full control over the means of production, I have everything I need to make this affordable and fun for the whole family." He grimaces. "But no one wants to try it. They don't trust me. Too fast, too delicious, couldn't possibly be good for you, they all cry out. I just need them to give me a chance."
'Not garbage. Tastes too warm. Could bring back for family?'
"Finish this, and I'll feed your whole family like this." He turns a bit and leers off into the distance, rubbing his hands together. "I want everyone to eat what I serve. One day, even she will enjoy it... Make my words, Howl, you will rue the day you insulted my business!" He laughs maniacally. Then the turns back and holds up a finger authoritatively. "You see, the best revenge is always to lead a happy life, finding success where you can and peace where you cannot. You might not understand that now, but someday it will be very important."
"Experimentation, of course. This is quite a lot of food for a child, and I want to see if a toy would motivate you to eat such a filling meal." He grins. "A lot of people consider the food I make to be 'garbage,' and refuse to even try it. But it's good. I make sure of it. Rigorous quality inspections, obsessive tweaking of recipes, full control over the means of production, I have everything I need to make this affordable and fun for the whole family." He grimaces. "But no one wants to try it. They don't trust me. Too fast, too delicious, couldn't possibly be good for you, they all cry out. I just need them to give me a chance."
'Not garbage. Tastes too warm. Could bring back for family?'
"Finish this, and I'll feed your whole family like this." He turns a bit and leers off into the distance, rubbing his hands together. "I want everyone to eat what I serve. One day, even she will enjoy it... Make my words, Howl, you will rue the day you insulted my business!" He laughs maniacally. Then the turns back and holds up a finger authoritatively. "You see, the best revenge is always to lead a happy life, finding success where you can and peace where you cannot. You might not understand that now, but someday it will be very important."
'Sounds like a fun revenge. You serious? Feed whole family? Who is you?'
His grin becomes an unhappy grimace. He wrinkles his large nose at the book before setting it down. "I've read it. What I sell is not meant to sustain a growing child on its own, but to supplement the diet of those who are actually hungry. Salarymen, politicians, students, people with places to be, people who have a hard time choking down 'real food.' I produce it faster and cheaper than anyone else, and I include real vegetables. My mines, farms, and factories produce every ingredient used, so I know exactly what goes into every meal without any variation to my plans."
She looks embarrassed, a look of shame on her face as she brings her upper set of hands "ah.. very sorry. I have seen so many children not get the nutrients they need that it becomes second nature at this point to lecture them on the dangers of processed foods." She slinks a foot back, her hands continue to wrong themselves in a nervous tic.
He takes some deep breaths, calming himself and slowly softening his glower. He smiles once more. "You had good intentions. I apologize, I've been... endlessly harangued about such things by my arch nemesis. I built this food based on the food I was raised on, and I grew up to be happy and successful. I am very proud of my inventions, and I tend to care about them more than I care about myself."
"It's alright, you do not need to explain yourself." She smiles softly "I just..." She tries to explain but what only comes out is half stutters and growling attempts to form sentences. She huffs in frustration, folding her arms "Nevermind.."
"Finish this, and I'll feed your whole family like this." He turns a bit and leers off into the distance, rubbing his hands together. "I want everyone to eat what I serve. One day, even she will enjoy it... Make my words, Howl, you will rue the day you insulted my business!" He laughs maniacally. Then the turns back and holds up a finger authoritatively. "You see, the best revenge is always to lead a happy life, finding success where you can and peace where you cannot. You might not understand that now, but someday it will be very important."
'Sounds like a fun revenge. You serious? Feed whole family? Who is you?'
"I," he says dramatically, placing one hand to his chest and reaching the other to the sky, "Am the wicked, villainous, utterly maniacal Doctor Edgar Slopnik, Master of the frozen mountains of Pinkwell! And I will feed your family dinner tonight!"
"Finish this, and I'll feed your whole family like this." He turns a bit and leers off into the distance, rubbing his hands together. "I want everyone to eat what I serve. One day, even she will enjoy it... Make my words, Howl, you will rue the day you insulted my business!" He laughs maniacally. Then the turns back and holds up a finger authoritatively. "You see, the best revenge is always to lead a happy life, finding success where you can and peace where you cannot. You might not understand that now, but someday it will be very important."
'Sounds like a fun revenge. You serious? Feed whole family? Who is you?'
"I," he says dramatically, placing one hand to his chest and reaching the other to the sky, "Am the wicked, villainous, utterly maniacal Doctor Edgar Slopnik, Master of the frozen mountains of Pinkwell! And I will feed your family dinner tonight!"
He takes some deep breaths, calming himself and slowly softening his glower. He smiles once more. "You had good intentions. I apologize, I've been... endlessly harangued about such things by my arch nemesis. I built this food based on the food I was raised on, and I grew up to be happy and successful. I am very proud of my inventions, and I tend to care about them more than I care about myself."
"It's alright, you do not need to explain yourself." She smiles softly "I just..." She tries to explain but what only comes out is half stutters and growling attempts to form sentences. She huffs in frustration, folding her arms "Nevermind.."
He pats her on the shoulder, looking concerned. "Hey. Don't worry about it. No harm done."
He takes some deep breaths, calming himself and slowly softening his glower. He smiles once more. "You had good intentions. I apologize, I've been... endlessly harangued about such things by my arch nemesis. I built this food based on the food I was raised on, and I grew up to be happy and successful. I am very proud of my inventions, and I tend to care about them more than I care about myself."
"It's alright, you do not need to explain yourself." She smiles softly "I just..." She tries to explain but what only comes out is half stutters and growling attempts to form sentences. She huffs in frustration, folding her arms "Nevermind.."
He pats her on the shoulder, looking concerned. "Hey. Don't worry about it. No harm done."
She takes a deep breath and exhales "Very sorry, sometimes I trip over myself when I try and convey things.."
"I," he says dramatically, placing one hand to his chest and reaching the other to the sky, "Am the wicked, villainous, utterly maniacal Doctor Edgar Slopnik, Master of the frozen mountains of Pinkwell! And I will feed your family dinner tonight!"
'Nice title. Escape from theater?'
"Nah, grew up pretty far from here. I've never really needed to escape from anywhere. Really, no one stops me from doing what I want most days, and I take advantage of that." He chuckles, then frowns. "What theater? Where?"
He pats her on the shoulder, looking concerned. "Hey. Don't worry about it. No harm done."
She takes a deep breath and exhales "Very sorry, sometimes I trip over myself when I try and convey things.."
"Stop apologizing. Communication can be difficult. It took me years just to be able to talk about my master plans and inventions without people falling alseep. I employ theatrics for that reason." He takes a step back, giving her her personal space back. "I understand what it's like to deal with someone who doesn't understand. I always try to be better than that, but it takes me a bit sometimes."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
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'Not a trap?' The kid raises an eyebrow
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He pauses, his grin losing a bit of genuinity. "Well, we typically sell burgers, which have grains, meat, fruit, and vegetables, and we also have chocolate milk. We have cheaper options, but even our highest-quality meals are lower in cost than mundane food due to our advanced processing equipment and alternative food sources."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
She sighs and folds her arms, poking him the chest "This is coming from someone who has studied both children and adults. While I have nothing against fast food, what you are assuming is that your food is 'enough'." She pulls a book out of her bag and hands it to him, the apple-red cover brightly staring back at him "This is a book on eating habits of children and how to add daily nutrition to it in ways that kids will want to eat without losing those sugars, fats, and salts one would crave."
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
"As an evil genius, I give you my word that this is no trap. I would never harm a child. Besides, my traps are usually giant, very shiny and obvious spikes, only dangerous if you're going at extremely high speeds." He reaches into his pocket and removes a little stuffed robot toy. "I want to see if you can eat all of the food before you. If you do, I'll give you this toy."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
The kid starts eating ravenously, his eyes fixed on the toy. 'Why you do this?'
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His grin becomes an unhappy grimace. He wrinkles his large nose at the book before setting it down. "I've read it. What I sell is not meant to sustain a growing child on its own, but to supplement the diet of those who are actually hungry. Salarymen, politicians, students, people with places to be, people who have a hard time choking down 'real food.' I produce it faster and cheaper than anyone else, and I include real vegetables. My mines, farms, and factories produce every ingredient used, so I know exactly what goes into every meal without any variation to my plans."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
She looks embarrassed, a look of shame on her face as she brings her upper set of hands "ah.. very sorry. I have seen so many children not get the nutrients they need that it becomes second nature at this point to lecture them on the dangers of processed foods." She slinks a foot back, her hands continue to wrong themselves in a nervous tic.
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
Mila is tuning her instrument by the door.
The small, shadowy bug is curled up in a corner, waiting for someone to tell it to get out.
Pokemon Master, Hero of Hyrule, Jedi Knight, Minecrafter, Celestial Being Beyond Comprehension, Bounty Hunter, Salmon Runner, Nailmaster, Yarn Yoshi Enjoyer, Animal Lover, Math Rock Roller, Nerd King in all Aspects.
(And, of course, Dragon Tamer. It is in the name, after all!)
"The time has come to fulfill your blood oath, electric rodent!"
"Experimentation, of course. This is quite a lot of food for a child, and I want to see if a toy would motivate you to eat such a filling meal." He grins. "A lot of people consider the food I make to be 'garbage,' and refuse to even try it. But it's good. I make sure of it. Rigorous quality inspections, obsessive tweaking of recipes, full control over the means of production, I have everything I need to make this affordable and fun for the whole family." He grimaces. "But no one wants to try it. They don't trust me. Too fast, too delicious, couldn't possibly be good for you, they all cry out. I just need them to give me a chance."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
'Not garbage. Tastes too warm. Could bring back for family?'
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He takes some deep breaths, calming himself and slowly softening his glower. He smiles once more. "You had good intentions. I apologize, I've been... endlessly harangued about such things by my arch nemesis. I built this food based on the food I was raised on, and I grew up to be happy and successful. I am very proud of my inventions, and I tend to care about them more than I care about myself."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Finish this, and I'll feed your whole family like this." He turns a bit and leers off into the distance, rubbing his hands together. "I want everyone to eat what I serve. One day, even she will enjoy it... Make my words, Howl, you will rue the day you insulted my business!" He laughs maniacally. Then the turns back and holds up a finger authoritatively. "You see, the best revenge is always to lead a happy life, finding success where you can and peace where you cannot. You might not understand that now, but someday it will be very important."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
'Sounds like a fun revenge. You serious? Feed whole family? Who is you?'
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"It's alright, you do not need to explain yourself." She smiles softly "I just..." She tries to explain but what only comes out is half stutters and growling attempts to form sentences. She huffs in frustration, folding her arms "Nevermind.."
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," he says dramatically, placing one hand to his chest and reaching the other to the sky, "Am the wicked, villainous, utterly maniacal Doctor Edgar Slopnik, Master of the frozen mountains of Pinkwell! And I will feed your family dinner tonight!"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
'Nice title. Escape from theater?'
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He pats her on the shoulder, looking concerned. "Hey. Don't worry about it. No harm done."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
She takes a deep breath and exhales "Very sorry, sometimes I trip over myself when I try and convey things.."
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
"Nah, grew up pretty far from here. I've never really needed to escape from anywhere. Really, no one stops me from doing what I want most days, and I take advantage of that." He chuckles, then frowns. "What theater? Where?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Stop apologizing. Communication can be difficult. It took me years just to be able to talk about my master plans and inventions without people falling alseep. I employ theatrics for that reason." He takes a step back, giving her her personal space back. "I understand what it's like to deal with someone who doesn't understand. I always try to be better than that, but it takes me a bit sometimes."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels