Michi: *links music box themed music in a scene where characters are getting their limbs chopped off*
e n e Youtube won't load so I can't listen to any of those ugh
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*anguished screaming*
Aliquam: La Mansión de Cervántes - Kitchen
“That’s sweet. That’s really sweet,” Lute swallowed his food before shooting an exasperated look at Aria. She could’ve nabbed the garlic bread… She looked suspiciously happy about her thievery too. He stood up from his seat and reached over the table to grab her empty cup just as a topless Angel walked in. Delilah’s hoots made the virtuoso’s head hurt and he grimaced, awkwardly balancing the mug with one hand as he straightened up. Their host made a point of greeting them, inquiring about Dylan who still seemed pretty out of it.
“Good morning! And uh, again, thanks for the hospitality,” Lute meekly butted in as he returned from the inner kitchen, this time with a new cup of coffee for Aria and a plate heaped with the standard breakfast. Lucien came in too and assembled a plate for Amy before leaving as quickly as he went in.
“Here, eat up. The hungry you is a big bad thief,” The virtuoso grumbled as he set the food down in front of his friend. He couldn’t see her expression thanks to that feather fashion she got wrapped around her head, but Lute bet that she was staring right at Angel. Not that he minded since Delilah was doing that too, but she better start eating and leave his food alone. That and... "You shouldn't drink coffee on an empty stomach, Aria," Lute tutted and crossed his arms over his chest, sending looks of disapproval down at the illusionist as he returned to the other side of the table.
“Dylan,” Lute called out to the matter artist, “Want me to get you some bread or something?” Obviously not soup lest he drown himself in it, but maybe a croissant? Anything to fill a stomach. He still hadn’t touched the fruit… “How about you?” The man turned to Angel this time. “Can I do something for you?”
It might not seem obvious why, but Lute didn’t seem too troubled about the future events.
Internet's back. I played Harvest Moon the entire day and made seven new gradients OTL Writing a post... and posted.
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For the move-along, Kathi will be back around noon (about 2-3 hours more to go) so we'll only be able to post around then. Sorry for the wait, but think of it as a resting period, yeah?
For the move-along, Kathi will be back around noon (about 2-3 hours more to go) so we'll only be able to post around then. Sorry for the wait, but think of it as a resting period, yeah?
Good morning everyone. Hope you're having a good day! Anyway, today I won't be able to post. My internet will run out before noon and I don't think I can rush in one before it ends. Sorry u v u /
We'll be posting it tomorrow, so feel free to chill.
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More hot man buns
Good morning everyone I just woke up e n e
More hot man buns
Good morning everyone I just woke up e n e
Aliquam: La Mansión de Cervántes - Kitchen
What was that you were supposed to feed people suffering from a hangover?
“Ah,” Lute snapped his fingers and returned to the inner kitchen, sidestepping past the busy chef and then nabbing a cluster of bananas from the glass fruit bowl. He returned to the dining table and broke off a couple, then placed the remainder of the fruit in front of Dylan and Aria. “Here. I read that eating bananas combats hangovers,” The virtuoso lowered his voice before smiling at the two pained Guilders. Later he’d brew ginger tea as a follow-up since he heard that was effective too.
He headed over to the living room and gave the rest of the bananas to Amy and Lucien, repeated the same spiel, then returned to the kitchen where he watched Aria and Dylan’s motionless forms stir every once in a while. Lute didn’t like drinking alcohol and their anguish- ‘Overly dramatic phrasing there, my dear’- was making him doubt whether he should do so in the future. Oh well. Someone has to stay here and watch in case either of the two puked.
“So, uh… If any of you feel weird or anything, just tell me okay?” Lute hesitantly called out to the two. They didn’t respond much, so he just sat down beside Dylan and ate his own breakfast too. He wondered where the others were. From the looks of last night, Moira was pretty drunk too so she’d be in need of food. Maybe he should go around later to find the lady…
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