#cutpursescraft

[therunawayscamp]

❛ Are you drunk? ❜

‘Shh.’ A large hand clapped Teo on the shoulder and turned him around, until he was facing Oran. He pointed at the figure slumped over the table, who was snoring and holding a fiddle bow in one hand, an empty bottle of mead in the other. ‘He’s sleeping.’

‘An’ we’re gonna hide his fiddle somewhere,’ added Braskan gleefully from behind them. ‘Any ideas?’

[therunawayscamp]

❛ Eat my dust. ❜

An odd request, but Xisthia had heard stranger. She dropped to the ground, palms flattening against the dirt, and flicked out a tongue. When she pushed herself up again her shoulders were hunched.

‘Dirt taste, tree-walker. Why you ask?’

[therunawayscamp]

❛ Don’t turn around. ❜

Drasonval folded his arms and chewed his bottom lip for a moment.

‘Now why would you say that unless you wanted me to turn around?’ he asked eventually. ‘Say something like that and a mer’s gotta see what the matter is, don’t he? Word of advice, you wanna warn someone about something, be a bit more direct, like.’

It was worth noting, however, that he did not turn around.

[thegrimharlequin-blog]

❛ Can you go in first? I hate being the lead for haunted houses. ❜

“Why, thank you. And people say chivalry is dead,” she smiled at him as she walked past him through the door, seemingly unfazed by the prospect of walking into a haunted house. 

[thegrimharlequin-blog]

❛ Are you sure this place is abandoned? ❜

“Well, yeah,” she replied with a shrug, stepping over abandoned fishing nets and avoiding old crates as they proceeded deeper into the warehouse, having no problem seeing in the dark. “At least it is right now,” she added and glanced over her shoulder. 

[vvardenfellcat]

“That’s what I do. I drink and I know things.”

J’hasi’s brows rose along with his tail, the tip curling a little behind him.

“Oh good, then you’ll know where I can get a drink around here.”

[wandererfromthenorth]

❝ It’s not what you think! ❞

Halldis sat glaring up at the stranger, hands pressed firmly over the parchment in front of her. He’d been so quiet at first that she’d hardly noticed him at all, but soon it felt as though he was reading over her shoulder. And she did not like it.

“W-Well quit hovering then,” she replied, face reddening and she pulled the letter closer, taking care to cover all the scribbled, clumsy thoughts, “This is private.”

[mahrdook]

"Let me guess... someone stole your sweetroll."

“Kinda difficult to steal something I don’t have, don’t you think?” Rhen replied with an amused snort.