#ic musing
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Suppose I'll get out of bed, though I don't really feel like it.
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Thanksgiving is going to be fun, Mother is baking her best recipes this year
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I will tear her fucking limbs frƱm her bƱdy and drƱp them in frƱnt Ʊf her cheating, stupid, whƱre Ʊf a matesprite. I am gƱing tƱ burn this whƱle damn mall tƱ the grƱund. We will all burn tƱgether in a fiery matrimƱny tƱ lƱck Ʊur fates fƱrever mƱre. >It seems a coworker has hit a very specific nerve. And perhaps more than once.
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"Join our imertal's anonymous meetings. Every weekend at 5. If ye've been aloive far tae long wit' no end in soight, foind relife at imertal's anonymous. Its nae joost fer true imertals. If ye'll die in a few t'ousand years come on in."
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"Don't you just love when the weather outside starts to change? Such harsh heat turning into a nice cool breeze... What bliss! "
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"^o Is there a rumor about me eating trolls? ^o How do I stop that? ^o I have to stop that from spreading."
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"All messages must now go through my assistant for the rest of the night."
Points to the box with the stray kitten he still hadn't found an owner for sitting inside next to the door to his office. The box had a sign with 'temporary assistant' taped to it that the kitten was playing with the corner of.
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"I'm happy at least I'm getting a nice lunch to take to work and home cooked dinner when I get home after my overtime..."
"But if I end up with a SECOND carnival troupe leader busting down the door to my apartment, I'm going to be on the fucking news."
#aelynn drives a hard bargain when she stays (she buys food and cooks so he doesnt have to rely on takeout and sleep for dinner)#they get along really. most of the time#Rennra RP#ic musing
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"I really wish this dress had pockets... been having to keep my phone in my cleavage. Pockets are great."
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He's something not quiet right, though he looks like a normal fae.
Well, as normal as a fae can get. A wasp of some type, half covered in a gray shawl that also covered most of his body. All black with white flecks covered in gray whisps of a shawl. Twitchy at times and completely still at others. Walking the line of sane and insane for Primus knows how long.
Head tilting to the side every now and then, giving himself the duty of a trader. Fruits and flowers for sweets and nectar, metals and ores for blades and armor.
Secrets and names for a piece of your self.
Quiet and solitary he travels, trading his goods, finding those willing to give pieces of themselves for a touch of an edge.
Avoiding earth and humans if he can, but sometimes they have the most interesting pieces. Their...'humanity' alluring and interesting, making him want to learn more rather than take more.
But some things must be satisfied in order to indulge his curiosity.
So he wanders, taking, trading, learning.
Never flying, always walking.
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@songofsilentechoes - "I could probably be bench-pressed pretty easily, I think."
Vi rolls her shoulders, extends a hand, and grins smugly. "May I? For-- science, of course."
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“...Why WOULD we need a condom in the firs’ place, anyways? Ain’t like either of us can get pregnant.”
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Valentines day is coming up, maybe I shouldn't attend school that day. My desk will be flooded with gifts and invites to the party, I know I'll all of a sudden have some other arrangement for that day.
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The very common expression on this demon whenever she catches a hint of a chilled flowery scent. She could not describe why this was the case perhaps it was one of wariness. How any amount of relaxing energy she could have would be immediately shattered by that pungent scent that was burned into her memory, her sense of smell being stronger than most other demons made it all the more aggravating.
How it made her immediately tense up, her senses all in alert and guarded state. Perhaps this was natural to feel this way, but it didn't change how she felt about it, how angry, irritated, and livid it made her feel. It all began with that damned scent.
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“Maybe I should work on updating my stream PNG’s… be nice to have fresh art to go with my return I think.”
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"Should I even bother going to the ball this year? I feel like going as Aphrodite would be too obvious."
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