aemulate replied to your post: I need to get my haircut again. It is ...
Let me cut it.
Okay. 8O

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aemulate replied to your post: I need to get my haircut again. It is ...
Let me cut it.
Okay. 8O
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>It's fortunate, you suppose, that your former position on Strathen's top deck still allows you access to whatever level of the city you so choose to visit. Kind of nice to still have that sort of freedom, regardless of how you were feeling about venturing out. You mean, you could just post Adona her cakes and go back to bed, but you doubt that'd make her very happy. (Or that they would get there in one piece.) Besides, you would be lying if you said you haven't been looking forward to the company. Anything that serves as a good distraction is something to look forward to.
>Despite having been through Saxon before - both on business and because you're horrifically intrusive when you get curious - the district feels bizarrely alien. Adjusting the bag over your shoulder and shifting a three tier cake tin from one arm to the other, you cross the street purposefully (you're maybe seventy percent sure that was the correct thing to do), following the directions Adona have texted you the previous night. Her neighborhood is not a part of the district you have previously visited, but you imagine it cannot be that hard to navigate. There will be something defining in her garden, anyway, you are sure. Maybe a statue of something sea related or a fountain. In fact, it's kind of a shame to get to her address and see no such thing.
>Part of you really expected that water feature in the front yard, you know.
>Opening the yard gate enough to slither in and trotting somewhat dubiously towards the house, you cast a quick eye over your shoulder back at the road. True to the time of day (and it being a Sunday and everything), it's empty. You figure the majority are in church still, perhaps. No need to worry about vaguely concerned Saxon residents being, well, vaguely concerned about your presence. You pause a couple of feet from the door to check the address one last time - just to set the vague, residual fear that this was the wrong house to rest - before pressing the doorbell. (She did say vanilla cakes, yes?)
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aemulate replied to your post: Too goddamn early for me to be getting mad at the word ‘pronk’.
That is honestly the sound it makes! Hold on, I'm going to text you an audio clip of its stupid noise.
aemulate replied to your post “aemulate liked your post “I was at the store
.... I literally only just saw this, oops. I call people Broseidons all the time tho, it's cool.
Snrrrk
I like it thats a good one
aemulate liked your post “I was at the store today and i called someone a
It was bad man it was so bad