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Killing Time: Rodalia & Elisa
faeandmagic started following sirenbuffa
“Oh, please, no. You were here first.” Elisa gestures the other woman in front of her. It was her day off, but they were going to be here forever anyway, so she might as well be friendly.
“I was easier when you could renew your license online, wasn’t it?”
▼:Could you live without the internet? Д:Strangest food you've eaten? 까:Cookies or brownies?
▼:Could you live without the internet?
No.
Д:Strangest food you’ve eaten?
Kangaroo steak.
까:Cookies or brownies?
Cookies.
Would keeping a scarf or turtleneck over his gills bother them at all? I can't imagine that would be exceedingly comfortable.
The opercula of the gills gives some protection to the gas exchanging organs underneath. A soft scarf or turtleneck doesn’t irritate them all that much.
ピ:Did you like Pokemon as a child? ♪:Do you find yourself singing or humming to yourself sometimes?
ピ: Did you like Pokemon as a child?
YES. As a child and still as an adult. I have a weakness for cute things. Shh.
♪: Do you find yourself singing or humming to yourself sometimes?
All the time. Comes with being in theater a lot.
ピ ♪ ス ≘
Did you like Pokemon as a child?
Like a dog likes steak.
Do you find yourself singing or humming to yourself sometimes?
When I’m home alone, it sometimes doesn’t stop.
Have you ever swallowed gum?
A few times, usually right before going somewhere where gum is kinda unseemly and trash cans are sparse.
Have you ever watched the sun rise?
Yep. In two different countries no less.
📚 for Faernir :3c
“I’ve never seen anything like it. Perhaps later, after dinner, you’d like to hear more about it.” Jess answered cryptically, setting the item on her low coffee table. She turned her back on the creature, heading back into the kitchen where her soup was simmering, needing a moment to make sure she didn’t act too hastily. If the Fae creature wanted something from her, then she could abuse the old customs until she was sure /exactly/ what kind of fae and from what piece of mythology she was dealing with. Maybe, just maybe, he’d be curious enough to trade…
