#chiranji

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Azaron: I want to hear those three little words.

Chiranji: I love you.

Azaron: That’s sweet, but try again.

Chiranji: Fine. I will behave.

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Chiranji: This is my ex-boyfriend, Azaron.

Azaron: Please stop introducing me like that.

Azaron: I’m her husband.

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((When you and your shieldbrother take so long to catch dinner that your wife goes ahead and makes it without you.))

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“Call this one ‘kitten’ again and you will have to catch these hands, isozeva!”

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((I’m still mostly dead and trying to kick my depression down a pit, but I found this minifigure customizer and had an absolute blast with it.

Figured I’d drop a link here, so anyone who hadn’t seen this thing already could give it a try. Maybe it’ll brighten your day, too.))

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((tfw your husband is three times your size and your eight year old child has already outgrown you…))

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♚

♚ - A place they haven’t visited yet, but want to

Chiranji goes on and on about the wonders of Elsweyr; from its great, looming jungles to its plunging canyons, sprawling woodlands and arid deserts. Azihana was too young to remember the days she spend within its borders, but she hands on her mothers every word with each new story.

Maybe, she hopes, when she grows old enough, her papas will let take up a job in Elsweyr, and let her tag along, so she’d finally get to see the marvelous province for herself…!

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Mxdnessiisms liked for a starter

The Khajiit eyed the stranger in the doorway up and down with a wary sort of scrutiny. His sense of stylings was.....not in line with hers, but she made no coin with tactless judgements. The gods couldn’t possibly bless everyone with good fashion sense, now could they?

“If you came looking for my husbands, I am afraid you missed them by three days.” Chiranji tilted her head, and then nodded sharply towards the warmer foyer with a light rattle of jewelry. “But this one’s whiskers are freezing just looking at you, so don’t just stand there, stranger.” The short Khajiit stepped back and pushed the heavy door open a little bit more invitingly.

“Come inside where the fire waits.”