u r like kurloz makaras wet dream. half hate half pity
zz8(
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u r like kurloz makaras wet dream. half hate half pity
zz8(
@worldclassmenageriie inquired: The massive blue guardian spirit gave a stretch, stretching all its toes out in what cat lovers would call 'perfect bean ballet' before settling again. Smushing it's big head against Robin's hip with a moo like moan. Pets please!
Honeyed hues flicker down to the feeling against her leg with a blink. Oh! It was that delightful creature from before. Absolutely adorable.
Reaching down, lithe fingers are running through the tiger’s soft sapphire fur. “Hello again.” She murmurs fondly down to it. “Have you come to cause trouble? Do you require an alibi?”
How young were you?
Younger than I should have been. I was 6 sweeps. The typical age for succession is 8 or 9 sweeps.
Due to unforeseen circumstances of the older heirs dying, I was the oldest to attempt. The council at the time had pushed for it.
What does your face look like?
A face.
You do have a smoulder going on and kissable lips 👄
That is just how I look.
👀 can we see the full wetsuit?
No.
Weak and brittle? You're a fuchsia zahhak be proud!
Be STRONG
I see.
I am well into my sweeps, and for humans, years. I have 2 descendants and have been around longer than most of you have been alive.
I can take pleasure, and humor even, in joking with a young Fuchsia who I have befriended.
I am incredibly strong and powerful.
I am also a weak old man with brittle bones.
" How on earth did you get pasta sauce on the ceiling?! " she exclaimed, with a laugh following not long after with a slight shake of her head. "I mean, it's not impossible, but how?!"
"Yeah, no that's n-n-not me!" Ahri protested with wide eyes, hands fluttering in brief panic. She'd like to think her cooking skills were decent; she had managed to feed herself for more than a decade living on her own. Looking up at the telltale stain on the ceiling however, Ahri gave a soft, exasperated sigh. "I have...my best friend. She likes to tinker around and stuff. Maybe that's her handiwork."
She opens the door further to let the other girl in. "I promise I know how to cook, I didn't scam you when I offered to teach you some recipes!"