"Yeah. I just..." He sighs, this time more exasperated than bored. "I tried painting, but my dad found it and threw it in the fire. It was a bird. I mean, it wasn't great, but it didn't deserve to be-"
He takes a deep breath. "I apologize, I didn't mean to vent."
'Nah, not a problem. That sucks, kid. I bet it was a good picture'
He rubs his face with his paws, mushing his chubby features around. "I'm... not supposed to express frustration. Or much of anything. I have to be presentable. If dad found out what I'm wearing, he'd whip me."
"Yeah. I just..." He sighs, this time more exasperated than bored. "I tried painting, but my dad found it and threw it in the fire. It was a bird. I mean, it wasn't great, but it didn't deserve to be-"
He takes a deep breath. "I apologize, I didn't mean to vent."
'Nah, not a problem. That sucks, kid. I bet it was a good picture'
He rubs his face with his paws, mushing his chubby features around. "I'm... not supposed to express frustration. Or much of anything. I have to be presentable. If dad found out what I'm wearing, he'd whip me."
'Your clothes are very smart... he's someone important, isn't he? Your father?'
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You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
He rubs his face with his paws, mushing his chubby features around. "I'm... not supposed to express frustration. Or much of anything. I have to be presentable. If dad found out what I'm wearing, he'd whip me."
'Your clothes are very smart... he's someone important, isn't he? Your father?'
"Yeah. Not here, though. Just another businessman. With a gold obsession. If I got kidnapped, he probably wouldn't pay my ransom because I insult my family by allowing lesser being to touch me." He clenches his fists.
Sitting in the Sweet Tooth is a woman dressed in high classes 1910's fashion. She appears to be in her late 30's, though one could mistake her for a younger woman. She has fair skin, paired dark black in a 1910's style bob. Her lips are painted black by lipstick, his eyes hidden under a wide brimmed sunhat. Both the hat and her long dress are a shade of bright red, a pair of long black gloves cover her delicate hands. She appears to be sipping a cup of tea, gazing out a window towards the sea with a soft smile.
He rubs his face with his paws, mushing his chubby features around. "I'm... not supposed to express frustration. Or much of anything. I have to be presentable. If dad found out what I'm wearing, he'd whip me."
'Your clothes are very smart... he's someone important, isn't he? Your father?'
"Yeah. Not here, though. Just another businessman. With a gold obsession. If I got kidnapped, he probably wouldn't pay my ransom because I insult my family by allowing lesser being to touch me." He clenches his fists.
'What does he do?'
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You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
*Mocha chocolate cake, made with genuine coffee beans*
When it comes down to it, sugar is the most addictive chemical a human body can ingest. But what happens when it's mixed with other drugs?
A thick white fog hangs over one of the booths in the Sweet Tooth, a short and stout feline figure barely visible through it
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Professional anthro maker. Adohand dweller. Selectively social, grunge obsessed, genderfaun, pansexual furry and therian. The Fox of Adohand's. Friend (maybe foe) of AgateElk, personally. I love everybody here. Need I go on? Discord: _salems_lot_ "Zoro knows exactly what MLM means." - AgateElk My Non-Self Given Titles: Sovereign of The Four Seasons, My Child, The Fox, Herr Flaumig, Saint Crispidad My thread/ Extended Sig: Cult of the Fox. My CHB Characters, In a Google Sheet
"Yeah. Not here, though. Just another businessman. With a gold obsession. If I got kidnapped, he probably wouldn't pay my ransom because I insult my family by allowing lesser being to touch me." He clenches his fists.
'What does he do?'
"He ships cheap, heavily-processed garbage to restaurants across the planet for them to serve. One of the biggest food distribution companies in the world. Most eateries are the same these days, and it's just a competition to see who can heat up his frozen (gp) the fastest." He grumbles. "He beats his own (gp)ing bodyguards. With a barbed whip."
*Mocha chocolate cake, made with genuine coffee beans*
When it comes down to it, sugar is the most addictive chemical a human body can ingest. But what happens when it's mixed with other drugs?
A thick white fog hangs over one of the booths in the Sweet Tooth, a short and stout feline figure barely visible through it
Next to them is a man in a trenchcoat, reading some sort of scientific text
"Strongest I've made yet." Says the man with a sharp smile, his ears and muzzle twitching in delight before he notices the reader.
"Hello, fine sir. Might I be able to help you?"
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Professional anthro maker. Adohand dweller. Selectively social, grunge obsessed, genderfaun, pansexual furry and therian. The Fox of Adohand's. Friend (maybe foe) of AgateElk, personally. I love everybody here. Need I go on? Discord: _salems_lot_ "Zoro knows exactly what MLM means." - AgateElk My Non-Self Given Titles: Sovereign of The Four Seasons, My Child, The Fox, Herr Flaumig, Saint Crispidad My thread/ Extended Sig: Cult of the Fox. My CHB Characters, In a Google Sheet
Sitting in the Sweet Tooth is a woman dressed in high classes 1910's fashion. She appears to be in her late 30's, though one could mistake her for a younger woman. She has fair skin, paired dark black in a 1910's style bob. Her lips are painted black by lipstick, his eyes hidden under a wide brimmed sunhat. Both the hat and her long dress are a shade of bright red, a pair of long black gloves cover her delicate hands. She appears to be sipping a cup of tea, gazing out a window towards the sea with a soft smile.
The slobby looking gold strugel sits down across from her. "You look like you know what to put in your body. What kinda tea is that?" He checks the menu.
Sitting in the Sweet Tooth is a woman dressed in high classes 1910's fashion. She appears to be in her late 30's, though one could mistake her for a younger woman. She has fair skin, paired dark black in a 1910's style bob. Her lips are painted black by lipstick, his eyes hidden under a wide brimmed sunhat. Both the hat and her long dress are a shade of bright red, a pair of long black gloves cover her delicate hands. She appears to be sipping a cup of tea, gazing out a window towards the sea with a soft smile.
The slobby looking gold strugel sits down across from her. "You look like you know what to put in your body. What kinda tea is that?" He checks the menu.
"Herbal blend of dandelion leaf, chamomile, and just the littlest bit of vodka. Don't tell no one." She placed a finger to her lips and laughs lightly.
The slobby looking gold strugel sits down across from her. "You look like you know what to put in your body. What kinda tea is that?" He checks the menu.
"Herbal blend of dandelion leaf, chamomile, and just the littlest bit of vodka. Don't tell no one." She placed a finger to her lips and laughs lightly.
He smiles faintly. "Never heard of dandelion tea... I gotta try that now." He places his purse on the table and takes out a chocolate bar. "I got the good stuff. Real cacao beans, fresh milk, even got warm spices in it." He offers it. "Don't tell anyone, but it's amazing in hot chocolate and cake."
*Mocha chocolate cake, made with genuine coffee beans*
When it comes down to it, sugar is the most addictive chemical a human body can ingest. But what happens when it's mixed with other drugs?
A thick white fog hangs over one of the booths in the Sweet Tooth, a short and stout feline figure barely visible through it
Next to them is a man in a trenchcoat, reading some sort of scientific text
"Strongest I've made yet." Says the man with a sharp smile, his ears and muzzle twitching in delight before he notices the reader.
"Hello, fine sir. Might I be able to help you?"
'Perhaps. What is it that you've made?'
The fog clears, revealing the full feline. He's quite large, but short, features looking similar to a British Shorthair, his fur a deep brown, eyes golden. He wears a large zipped up Carhartt jacket made of thick denim, accompanied by large baggy jeans
"Nothing short of perfection, aided by just a little bit of Red Syrup."
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The slobby looking gold strugel sits down across from her. "You look like you know what to put in your body. What kinda tea is that?" He checks the menu.
"Herbal blend of dandelion leaf, chamomile, and just the littlest bit of vodka. Don't tell no one." She placed a finger to her lips and laughs lightly.
He smiles faintly. "Never heard of dandelion tea... I gotta try that now." He places his purse on the table and takes out a chocolate bar. "I got the good stuff. Real cacao beans, fresh milk, even got warm spices in it." He offers it. "Don't tell anyone, but it's amazing in hot chocolate and cake."
She digs around in a purse besides her feet and hands him a few tea bags "I'll trade you dear."
She takes the chocolate and unwraps it, smelling it. She beams brightly "Cinnamon.. cardamom perhaps? Cloves.."
He smiles faintly. "Never heard of dandelion tea... I gotta try that now." He places his purse on the table and takes out a chocolate bar. "I got the good stuff. Real cacao beans, fresh milk, even got warm spices in it." He offers it. "Don't tell anyone, but it's amazing in hot chocolate and cake."
She digs around in a purse besides her feet and hands him a few tea bags "I'll trade you dear."
She takes the chocolate and unwraps it, smelling it. She beams brightly "Cinnamon.. cardamom perhaps? Cloves.."
He delicately seals the tea bags in a plastic container before stashing it in his bag. "And nutmeg. This one doesn't have ginger in it, but some of them do. My dad likes those ones, so he always gets to them first." He rubs the back of his paw. "He says it's not good for my fur to eat too much chocolate..."
*Mocha chocolate cake, made with genuine coffee beans*
When it comes down to it, sugar is the most addictive chemical a human body can ingest. But what happens when it's mixed with other drugs?
A thick white fog hangs over one of the booths in the Sweet Tooth, a short and stout feline figure barely visible through it
Next to them is a man in a trenchcoat, reading some sort of scientific text
"Strongest I've made yet." Says the man with a sharp smile, his ears and muzzle twitching in delight before he notices the reader.
"Hello, fine sir. Might I be able to help you?"
'Perhaps. What is it that you've made?'
The fog clears, revealing the full feline. He's quite large, but short, features looking similar to a British Shorthair, his fur a deep brown, eyes golden. He wears a large zipped up Carhartt jacket made of thick denim, accompanied by large baggy jeans
"Nothing short of perfection, aided by just a little bit of Red Syrup."
'Mind if you elaborate? It sounds really fascinating'
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*My favorite thing: Mochi!*
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 rubs his face with his paws, mushing his chubby features around. "I'm... not supposed to express frustration. Or much of anything. I have to be presentable. If dad found out what I'm wearing, he'd whip me."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*I might make a character based around the Rosie from Hazbin Hotel.*
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
'Your clothes are very smart... he's someone important, isn't he? Your father?'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
*Dew it*
*I love you and your characters*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Yeah. Not here, though. Just another businessman. With a gold obsession. If I got kidnapped, he probably wouldn't pay my ransom because I insult my family by allowing lesser being to touch me." He clenches his fists.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Sitting in the Sweet Tooth is a woman dressed in high classes 1910's fashion. She appears to be in her late 30's, though one could mistake her for a younger woman. She has fair skin, paired dark black in a 1910's style bob. Her lips are painted black by lipstick, his eyes hidden under a wide brimmed sunhat. Both the hat and her long dress are a shade of bright red, a pair of long black gloves cover her delicate hands. She appears to be sipping a cup of tea, gazing out a window towards the sea with a soft smile.
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
'What does he do?'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
*Mocha chocolate cake, made with genuine coffee beans*
When it comes down to it, sugar is the most addictive chemical a human body can ingest. But what happens when it's mixed with other drugs?
A thick white fog hangs over one of the booths in the Sweet Tooth, a short and stout feline figure barely visible through it
Professional anthro maker. Adohand dweller. Selectively social, grunge obsessed, genderfaun, pansexual furry and therian. The Fox of Adohand's. Friend (maybe foe) of AgateElk, personally. I love everybody here. Need I go on?
Discord: _salems_lot_
"Zoro knows exactly what MLM means." - AgateElk
My Non-Self Given Titles: Sovereign of The Four Seasons, My Child, The Fox, Herr Flaumig, Saint Crispidad
My thread/ Extended Sig: Cult of the Fox. My CHB Characters, In a Google Sheet
Next to them is a man in a trenchcoat, reading some sort of scientific text
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
"He ships cheap, heavily-processed garbage to restaurants across the planet for them to serve. One of the biggest food distribution companies in the world. Most eateries are the same these days, and it's just a competition to see who can heat up his frozen (gp) the fastest." He grumbles. "He beats his own (gp)ing bodyguards. With a barbed whip."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Strongest I've made yet." Says the man with a sharp smile, his ears and muzzle twitching in delight before he notices the reader.
"Hello, fine sir. Might I be able to help you?"
Professional anthro maker. Adohand dweller. Selectively social, grunge obsessed, genderfaun, pansexual furry and therian. The Fox of Adohand's. Friend (maybe foe) of AgateElk, personally. I love everybody here. Need I go on?
Discord: _salems_lot_
"Zoro knows exactly what MLM means." - AgateElk
My Non-Self Given Titles: Sovereign of The Four Seasons, My Child, The Fox, Herr Flaumig, Saint Crispidad
My thread/ Extended Sig: Cult of the Fox. My CHB Characters, In a Google Sheet
The slobby looking gold strugel sits down across from her. "You look like you know what to put in your body. What kinda tea is that?" He checks the menu.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Herbal blend of dandelion leaf, chamomile, and just the littlest bit of vodka. Don't tell no one." She placed a finger to her lips and laughs lightly.
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
'Perhaps. What is it that you've made?'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
He smiles faintly. "Never heard of dandelion tea... I gotta try that now." He places his purse on the table and takes out a chocolate bar. "I got the good stuff. Real cacao beans, fresh milk, even got warm spices in it." He offers it. "Don't tell anyone, but it's amazing in hot chocolate and cake."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
The fog clears, revealing the full feline. He's quite large, but short, features looking similar to a British Shorthair, his fur a deep brown, eyes golden. He wears a large zipped up Carhartt jacket made of thick denim, accompanied by large baggy jeans
"Nothing short of perfection, aided by just a little bit of Red Syrup."
Professional anthro maker. Adohand dweller. Selectively social, grunge obsessed, genderfaun, pansexual furry and therian. The Fox of Adohand's. Friend (maybe foe) of AgateElk, personally. I love everybody here. Need I go on?
Discord: _salems_lot_
"Zoro knows exactly what MLM means." - AgateElk
My Non-Self Given Titles: Sovereign of The Four Seasons, My Child, The Fox, Herr Flaumig, Saint Crispidad
My thread/ Extended Sig: Cult of the Fox. My CHB Characters, In a Google Sheet
She digs around in a purse besides her feet and hands him a few tea bags "I'll trade you dear."
She takes the chocolate and unwraps it, smelling it. She beams brightly "Cinnamon.. cardamom perhaps? Cloves.."
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 delicately seals the tea bags in a plastic container before stashing it in his bag. "And nutmeg. This one doesn't have ginger in it, but some of them do. My dad likes those ones, so he always gets to them first." He rubs the back of his paw. "He says it's not good for my fur to eat too much chocolate..."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
'Mind if you elaborate? It sounds really fascinating'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.