You wont get tired of DYING will you?~
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You wont get tired of DYING will you?~
(Old art from 9th of september 2024. Even older version under cut :])
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Hey did you take fall damage when you fell from heaven? I know THAT cake [POINTING AT BUTT CHEEKS] isn’t a lie!
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Chapter 33: Your Most Precious Memories, Pt. 1
“It says here,” said Fjord, the next morning, as Jester chased their dog around the apartment with a plastic bone in one hand and his crate in the other, “that Nugget can only teleport to places he can see.”
“Right, right, okay!” She dove directly into a cloud of smoke that disappeared and then re-appeared at the end of the hall. “How does that help us, exactly?”
“It helps a ton!” Fjord called as she ran off. “That means if we get ‘im in the carrier and block off the bars with a cloth or something, he can’t teleport out!”
“Shoot, really? Hey, that’s—fuck, balls, hold still, Nuggy, hold still—”
Fjord watched the two of them re-enter the kitchen and do a frantic lap around the counter. A bar stool went flying, as well as a number of squeaky toys.
“Want me to cast Hold Person?” he suggested. “I’m not sure if it’ll work on a dog, but I could give it a shot.”
Jester paused in her attempted animal-wrangling to shoot him a withering glare. Fjord sank down slightly into his chair.
“Sorry, sorry, it was just an idea.”
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