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That third panel lmao
That face is the ultimate Miyuki reaction image
'Vampire bit me? Dragon wants to pet me?'
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That face is the ultimate Miyuki reaction image
'Vampire bit me? Dragon wants to pet me?'
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Fried eggs on toast with black tea? Good taste, Jane. Good taste.
- Miriam, probably
- Miriam, probably
@Cyrania You left Anders' name at the start of the description.
I don't think so? I think the closest is a grocery/general store for Luna.
And yeah, I did try to do what everyone else was, but couldn't figure it out. How is it done?
The way I've always done it was just...copy over another character's CS and fill it back. If you want I can do it, I'm well practiced at filling out this kind of sheet, I could probably do it in a couple minutes.
I can back that up, they are in fact the bestest.
Location: Santorini Family Home -> Town Streets
Timeframe: Early Morning
Interaction(s): N/A
BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP--
With a muffled groan, the pile of blue and purple covers on the bed shifted, and a slender arm emerged, feeling around the nightstand until it found the alarm clock and sending a cupful of pencils tumbling to the hardwood floor with a loud clatter. Some more shifting, some rustling, and then the covers peeled back to reveal Miriam, bags under her eyes, wearing a thin black tanktop rumpled by sleep. She raised her arm at the sun shining in through the window by her bed, and heaved a colossal yawn. "Yeah, yeah..." she grumbled.
Given that she didn't have a proper job with a schedule she had to keep, she didn't need to rise with the sun at 6:30 AM. But there was something about it that just felt right to her. Even in the winter, the fresh, clean morning air, the dew on the grasses...though she didn't need to, and though the ten minutes just after waking up were misery, she still tried to go for a walk every morning, before Starlight Cove had truly awoken. Maybe not a long walk, especially in the winter or early spring, when the early mornings could get pretty chilly and she'd just take a brief stroll around the town streets instead diving into the woods and fields like in the summer; a walk nonetheless. But that could wait for the moment. Before any of it, she required three things. First, shower. Second, breakfast.
Third, tea.
She tried not to take very long warm showers, especially when she was sleepy, or she was liable to fall asleep; so she was in and out in five minutes, then hair combed in fifteen, and dressed in twenty, throwing a violet cardigan over her long sleeves. A few minutes later, she was downstairs, frying a pair of eggs as the kettle heated over the stove. Another few minutes: she tucked in, munching on her eggs over toast as she gratefully sipped at her Khongea Assam. It'd be a bit before her parents were up, and another hour or so after that before her brother and sister followed suit, so for now she had the kitchen all to herself. Nice and quiet, a perfect way to prepare for the day.
With a second mug of tea downed and her plate and frying pan washed and dried, she headed to the door, opening it on a brand new day.
She shivered as she wound her way down the hill, tucking her hands into her cardigan pockets. It wasn't cold enough to be truly uncomfortable, certainly, more like brisk; but having just gotten climbed of a warm bed, taken a warm shower, and eaten a warm breakfast, March was absolutely going to feel cold for a minute or two. Still, just coming out of winter as they were, it felt positively balmy. By the time she'd made it to the town proper her shoes were flecked with dew, she'd warmed up considerably and didn't much feel the chill anymore (though she rather wished she'd brought her scarf), and she was well and truly awake. The fresh glow of the newly-risen sun flickered and flashed off the water to her right through the gaps between buildings as she walked down the sleepy streets, and laughing lightly, she gave it a gentle wave hello.
"Morning!"
With a muffled groan, the pile of blue and purple covers on the bed shifted, and a slender arm emerged, feeling around the nightstand until it found the alarm clock and sending a cupful of pencils tumbling to the hardwood floor with a loud clatter. Some more shifting, some rustling, and then the covers peeled back to reveal Miriam, bags under her eyes, wearing a thin black tanktop rumpled by sleep. She raised her arm at the sun shining in through the window by her bed, and heaved a colossal yawn. "Yeah, yeah..." she grumbled.
Given that she didn't have a proper job with a schedule she had to keep, she didn't need to rise with the sun at 6:30 AM. But there was something about it that just felt right to her. Even in the winter, the fresh, clean morning air, the dew on the grasses...though she didn't need to, and though the ten minutes just after waking up were misery, she still tried to go for a walk every morning, before Starlight Cove had truly awoken. Maybe not a long walk, especially in the winter or early spring, when the early mornings could get pretty chilly and she'd just take a brief stroll around the town streets instead diving into the woods and fields like in the summer; a walk nonetheless. But that could wait for the moment. Before any of it, she required three things. First, shower. Second, breakfast.
Third, tea.
She tried not to take very long warm showers, especially when she was sleepy, or she was liable to fall asleep; so she was in and out in five minutes, then hair combed in fifteen, and dressed in twenty, throwing a violet cardigan over her long sleeves. A few minutes later, she was downstairs, frying a pair of eggs as the kettle heated over the stove. Another few minutes: she tucked in, munching on her eggs over toast as she gratefully sipped at her Khongea Assam. It'd be a bit before her parents were up, and another hour or so after that before her brother and sister followed suit, so for now she had the kitchen all to herself. Nice and quiet, a perfect way to prepare for the day.
With a second mug of tea downed and her plate and frying pan washed and dried, she headed to the door, opening it on a brand new day.
She shivered as she wound her way down the hill, tucking her hands into her cardigan pockets. It wasn't cold enough to be truly uncomfortable, certainly, more like brisk; but having just gotten climbed of a warm bed, taken a warm shower, and eaten a warm breakfast, March was absolutely going to feel cold for a minute or two. Still, just coming out of winter as they were, it felt positively balmy. By the time she'd made it to the town proper her shoes were flecked with dew, she'd warmed up considerably and didn't much feel the chill anymore (though she rather wished she'd brought her scarf), and she was well and truly awake. The fresh glow of the newly-risen sun flickered and flashed off the water to her right through the gaps between buildings as she walked down the sleepy streets, and laughing lightly, she gave it a gentle wave hello.
"Morning!"
That's fair enough. Kind of selfish of me to rush things along, sorry.
Alright, I know it's not my call to make, obviously, and I'm as biased as bias gets; but things seem to be slowing down a bit, it might be time for a timeskip?
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