#aryon loves scribs

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Aryon: If scribs knew what sin was, they wouldn't even care.

Alvivecia: I don't care either. Screw trigonometry.

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Alvivecia: On Extreme Home Makeover, a kid would make a comment like, “Scribs are cool."

Alvivecia: And they'd be like, “Scribs are everything to this kid. They're his passion. Fetcher is an absolute s'wit for scribs. The room should look like he lives inside a scrib's colon."

Aryon: What?

Alvivecia: What?

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Divayth Fyr: Why did you stay up so late?

Aryon, looking out the window, baggy eyed: There is no rest for the wicked . . .

Alvivecia: Scrib videos. He stayed up watching scrib videos.

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Alvivecia: *hanging out in Two Vos, grinding ingredients for a potion*

The voice of Dagoth Ur: You may have wanted to forget about me.

Alvivecia: *turns around, creeped out*

The voice of Dagoth Ur: But I assure you I’m still here.

The voice of Dagoth Ur, dropping an octave: I will always be in your memories.

Alvivecia: No. You’re not Voryn. No . . . No, no, no . . .

Master Aryon: Are you okay, Alvivecia?

Alvivecia, jumping: . . . yeah . . . I’m fine.

Master Aryon, skeptical: You are very clearly Not fine.

Master Aryon: *hands the Nerevarine a scrib to hug*

Alvivecia: *sobs violently*

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Master Aryon, standing over a large pool of blood: Fine. It's the lovely elderly couple from Vos.

Alvivecia: Aryooooon!

Master Aryon: They were . . . they were taking all the treats I ordered for the scribs.

Alvivecia: I can't believe what I'm hearing.

Master Aryon: I will not apologize for art.

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Aryon, watching the scribs: This one burrows into the soil when scared.

Alvivecia, who needs to face Dagoth Ur but CBA: Same.

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Turedus Talanian: I JUST PUT MY SHIRT ON AND THERE WAS A SCRIB IN IT!

Aryon: Or did you just put a shirt on that a scrib was already wearing?

Alvivecia: That's so rude.

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Aryon: Twas the night before Saturalia, when all through the tower not a creature was stirring, not even a guar. The stockings were hung by the chimney—

*lights turn on*

Alvivecia: What are you doing?

Aryon, surroundied by scribs: Reading.

Alvivecia: In the dark.

Aryon: I call it mood lighting.

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Alvivecia: THIS is what you wanted my coin purse for?

Aryon, putting tiny raincoats on little scribs: They live outside. They need this.

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Alvivecia: I’m going to have to relieve you of your pet.

Master Aryon: My what?

Alvivecia: Shut up, I was talking to the scrib.

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Master Aryon, standing in the corner of the Nerevarine's room after midnight: Do you think scribs get songs stuck in their heads?

Alvivecia: Oh my gods, I don’t know, Master! Go to sleep!

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Aryon, to his frantically hopping pet scrib: What is it, you have to go to the bathroom? Want some juice? A snack? Corndog! On a stick? You wanna play some golf? WHAT DO YOU WANT?!