#crystalfinger

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Day 45: Rosaria forcibly put me on a low sodium diet after my idea of Nacho Day went over poorly with other Grubmen. 

Was unaware of allergies to common table salt.

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Day 105: Returned to normal form and politely asked to leave the Covenant by one of Rosaria’s attendants after being informed “I didn’t quite get it”. I am displeased by this turn of events and am on my way to find a way to join the Darkmoon Blades because this is an indignity I shall not suffer quietly.

Now if only I knew how to work the elevator platform in Anor Londo.

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jumps in

“As lively as ever, my dearest Yellowfinger!”

He laughs as he gives her a peck on the cheek, and a brief hug, always a joy to behold.

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"I want to touch your beard."

“It is quite majestic, if you must.”

He removes his helmet, it is well kept, and as usual, fastened into 3 distinct, if odd, braids at the end.

“If I’m being perfectly honest? I spend as much time grooming my facial hair as I do keeping my Channeler vestments polished.”

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"You must be very careful if you are to search for this man, yes. I would not wish to lose yourself!"

“Rahovart, I worked for an insane, blind, power hungry dragon for the better part of a few centuries. If I didn’t know how to handle myself I doubt I would have survived this long...”

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"Yes, I'm standing on a table. Yes, I'm here to do the... kissing thing? That one does under the mistletoe, as far as I'm hearing. Have I told you that you are too tall."

“Multiple times.” He laughs, before bending down and giving his friend a peck on the cheek. 

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I heard you are getting married to Leonhard, congratulations! I see the lovingly staring at each other has already started, how cute~

“Shh, it’s a surprise. He doesn’t want everyone to find out and get jealous.”

You can hear the eye rolls.

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Yo Vitor, why do your colleagues in the Grand Archives dip their heads in wax? Seems inconvenient

Those imbeciles are hardly my colleagues. They’re holdovers who discovered the Duke’s work later on as the ages progressed, and the words in their pages took on a life of their own. They fashioned a strange way of protecting themselves from the maddening effects of Seath’s works, but wind up looking like a candle in the process. And people called me strange...