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alsmiffyhere replied to your post:alsmiffyhere replied to your post:(( people...
Lalna’s a Rogue of Doom. We can pester at first or Lalna can show up at your land if you want?))
(( i wanna pester :3c if thats okay! my nilesy's land is literally the dumbest and an eyesore so maybe he wouldnt share it with many ))
alsmiffyhere replied to your post:(( people talking about yogstuck once more m y ...
RP YOGSTUCK WITH MY SMIFF OR MY LALNA, PREFERABLY MY LALNA SINCE SMIFF IS GONNA BE TALKING TO SIPS SOON))
(( heLL YEAH OKAY OKAYOKAY OK AY
pesterlog or interaction between niles and lal then ? and what godtier was he? (im mostly just curious) ))
♚ You're a really good and ic Evil!Sjin (and normal Sjin) and when you're just messing around you're hilarious and you're one of the best tbh
/// you have no idea how much this means to me friend oh gosh
I need to rp normalsjin more but I already have 20 threads and 11 drafts to reply too WHOOPS.
Thank you, I try and keep my followers entertained and happy, nothing makes me sadder than an upset follower so i always start silly stuff.
Same back to you <333 I don't know how you can be so good with so many muses.
((so far iv got the kc, the zoez, th pev, th smooff, and yours truely drawn
so are we cutting off green blob's arm or what
✚ with a sword
Sjin didn't even see it coming. One moment, he had been walking away from an angry slimeman, the next, there was a sharp pain in his side as a sword pierced through his body.
As the metal pulled away, he fell to his knees, blood pouring out of the wound. Holding his hand there to stop the bleeding, he pulled his coat off and tied it around the wound, not even turning to look at the other before the wound was safely tied and covered.
"... Ow."
How did he manage to get sick again? He was a magnet to illness at this point and he didn’t like it. Alsmiffy had wrapped himself in the blankets and was currently laying on his bed. Of course, he hadn’t been expecting Ross to show up with soup. The slime stared at Ross, coughing before trying to talk.
"What’s gotten you to be so bloody charitable? Trott annoying you again or something?"
Yep he sounded like shit. Whatever this illness was this time was a lot worst than his usual colds. Smiffy sat up, keeping himself wrapped in the blanket cause he had been cold before and still was.
✞ my muse [djh3max] taking care of a your muse [alsmiffy] while they're sick
Ross grins, leaning against the doorframe to watch Smiffy before speaking. "Well," he clears his throat. "I don't want to be the one to walk Trott around the fucking furry convention." There wasn't any event, really, to Ross' knowledge, but he had to have some reason that didn't sound like total bollocks. It's when Smiffy sits up that he remembers what he was actually doing, and proceeds to strut into the room towards the bed Ross' friend was resting in. He has absolutely no idea if Smiffy even likes the soup, but he's all up for finding out, particularly if there was a negative response.
"I have absolutely no idea if you even like the soup. Just be glad I'm doing something while you're shivering like a vibrator on patrol." There's a pause before Ross holds the bowl outwards. Cooking wasn't one of his strong points.
✞
✞ my muse taking care of a your muse while they're sick // aka i hope i do okay
Smiffy had gotten himself ill, again. There was no doubt about it - he had been playing about with magic and took it yet another step too far. Thaumcraft had its perks, yes, what with arcane levitators and arcane bores being the reason Ross still had a straight back, but the green man would always babble about the practice of the art and bloody hell did it begin to drive Ross insane.
He would say that his friend deserved it if he didn’t really care about him. Truth was, Ross didn’t really want to spend the rest of his life dealing with Trott by himself, so trying to help Smiffy get back onto his feet was the only option.
Which was the reason why Ross found himself looming in the doorway, half-in half-out, with a bowl of soup in one hand and a wooden spoon in the other.
”Hold onto your ass, mate, because you’ve got a whole world of soup coming your way.”
