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“You...came back.”
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@floweryoutoclay liked the thing.
“You...came back.”
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{Flower: �� in the background}
Ohhhhhhh crud...........
“Wh...... What?” he asked as he nervously fiddled with the tip of his scarf. “Y-You’re not actually believing that slander........ are you?”
❛ Oh– ‘m jus’… ‘m tryna make a flowah crown. Y’ c’n sit wit’ me, if y’ like. I dun’ mind! ❜
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Looked like he’d gotten lost in another timeline, surely he’d of learned not to mess with the void but here he was. Walking with his hands in his jacket, looking around. It looked like some evil version of his timeline or something along those lines. Great, hopefully, he’d make it out alive. He let out a sigh, stopping dead in his tracks when he saw a grave, a grave for Frisk. Chara suddenly had goosebumps. The thought of Frisk being dead...It wasn’t a thought well processed in his mind. Maybe he could at least pay his respects? Any Frisk was stiil Frisk. Gathering flowers from where humans usually fell, he placed the flowers on top the ground. Letting out a heavy sigh as he spoke, getting on his knees in front of it. “I don’t...really belong here, maybe you never even met your Chara. But I....Hope you’re resting easy...”
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my first impression of your muse: Ahhhh, I was apprehensive due to the, uh...well, we don’t talk about the creator of a certain AU that came to mind at first glance. But Flower has his own...way about him. There’s something rough, something bittersweet, I love it.my first impression of you: Absolute sweetheart, wtf.my favorite thing about your muse: Flower is not a cookie-cutter muse. He is very distinct, and very sharp, and...I really enjoy muses that aren’t easy to interact with on surface level but sweet under it.my favorite thing about you: YOU IS A CUTE would I ever consider shipping our muses: I could see it. I’m the shippiest whore of ship whores though.a plot I’d like to see between our muses: Okay, but give me something eerie. Give me scary, give me something that will get under my skin, like Julie owning a possessed item that influences her actions, and it glaring at Flower when Juliette’s not looking. an AU I think would be interesting for our muses: Can you hear me yelling about just about any AU that you can think of?
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Something was terribly wrong and she could tell. Flower did not really need to tell her once she got a closer look at him. What had happened? Was he going to be okay? She bit her lower lip, her approach slow and careful, as though he were going to lash out at her.
There was no such violence. Juliette carefully moved to sit across from him, her eyes wide and innocent, watching him with an acute concern. Sure, she was still no expert on monsters, but it did not stop her from wanting to try for a very second. With a deep breath, she started to sign again.
“How can I help?”
Do ya sell "hot cats" here?
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“ Hot Cats? “
Vague amusement filters into her voice as she speaks, a slight smile upturning the corners of her mouth as she almost seems to give a slight laugh.
“ No–I’m sorry we don’t sell ‘Hot Cats’ here, but that is a very cute name! Perhaps I can interest you in a ‘Hot Cake’ instead? My brother makes a pretty good Cinnamon-Apple swirl! “
✨ ❝unfamiliar.❞ | flower & vi.
✨ @floweryoutoclay Have My Shy Space Witch Garbage Son. ( source. )
Wait. Was... He being spoken to, or—? ❝Me?❞ Virote pointed to himself and turned to, well. Whoever the hell was talking to him. He was just trying to mind his own business! ❝Are you, uh. Talking to me? If so, I guess I'm oughta say thanks?❞ Cue an awkward, awkward pause. ❝Hi. I, uh... Uh. You’re not so bad, yourself?❞ SMOOTH. Idiot.
Being terrible at being spoken to by strangers? You bet! He’s dying!