psst kid got any advice for getting the young'uns fancying me?
“Pffffffttt-Haha! The hell you on about now, boss? Rappa a'ready thinks you the coolest thing since slice bread.” Boothill laughs. “I dunno, I guess they go crazy if you say six seven. ”
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psst kid got any advice for getting the young'uns fancying me?
“Pffffffttt-Haha! The hell you on about now, boss? Rappa a'ready thinks you the coolest thing since slice bread.” Boothill laughs. “I dunno, I guess they go crazy if you say six seven. ”
@brokenwolf liked for a starter
Steam curls upward in soft spirals and the noodle stall hummed with quiet life; bowls clinking, broth simmering, and Sunday sits across from Ashveil with his hands wrapped loosely around his bowl of noddles, though the Nameless hadn’t yet taken a bite. His gaze lingered somewhere between the rising steam and the man before him, thoughtful in that careful, deliberate way of his.
“I must admit,” Sunday began, voice gentle but not uncertain, “I am not familiar with this noodle soup you praise so much. However, after your assistance today, please allow me to thank you with this meal.”
Sunday smiles faintly, the expression small but genuine. Following the old wolf's direction, Sunday lifts his chopsticks and spoon, tasting the broth. It's warm. Deep. Grounding in a way that made the world feel less sharp around the edges. The halovian let out a quiet breath, something easing in his shoulders.
“Oh. This is delicious.” Sunday's wings by his ears flutter once.
After a couple bites, Sunday feels the opportune moment has come.
“There is … something else I wish to ask you, Mr. Ashveil. Have you ever visited Penacony in the past before?” Sunday asked, the question carrying a quiet weight.
“You remind me of someone I knew …"
So, does this make her a . . . glucose parent?
local wolf power naps in the freezer after texting lan.
Get out of there or the monkeys will receive retribution for your insubordination! >:[
costco hotgog? for me?
There’s a ghost of a smirk on the cowboy, one without its usual sinister malice. Instead, Boothill feels like he's finally getting through the detective. Meeting him on his own terms. Which is … cheap hotdogs.
“ Wasn’t plannin’ on eatin’ two,” Boothill says finally, voice easy. "Figured you looked like the kinda man who forgets to eat. Can’t have my partner droppin’ dead on me ‘fore we even get started. ”
Good afternoon despite the weather thinking we're in November the gig is still on. You can't stop Rock n Roll
See you all later
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Sketch dump from last night when I couldn’t sleep. I’ll probably finish them since they really don’t take long to do. Yes I know I draw myself a lot. 😛 #drawing #digitalart #sketch #sketches #selfportrait #dogdrawing #brokenwolf #namirria #cat #doodle #doodles
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