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Dogma, I found Jesus. -@Forestpyre

[ ♰ ] - “I think you are mistaken Cody, he’d at least have a capital ‘J’.”

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     Tabasa felt a wave of boldness today. He felt as if he could just about do anything, like throw his hand at the monkeys or kiss a girl. The latter seemed more favorable. But which girl to kiss? There were so many girls he could kiss, like Mireille or Yumi ... but ... there was one person who stuck out in his mind. The girl door next door. She was quite beautiful, in all honesty, but he never chose to tell her. He afraid her brother, the priest, would strike down upon him, as well as other various reasons. What if she didn’t kiss back? What if she didn’t like it?

     ... Oh well. He was gonna do it, and there was no calling him out for it.

     With a box of pasta under his arm, with a dainty little ribbon wrapped around it, he hoped it would be a good foreplay gift. “Foreplay” for the kissing. The Kiss. Not more than one. Because he felt like someone would kill someone if he did that. Tabasa nervously stepped onto Cody’s doorsteps and quietly knocked on her door, hoping for the best. She answered.

     Nervous out of his wits, Tabasa held out the pasta box, red-faced, unable to comprehend what he was doing. Why did he decide to do this? He was usually a scaredy-cat ... but ... this was the right moment. As Cody took the box from Tabasa’s hands, he put his own on her shoulders and leaned down, and planted a small, innocent, peck on her lips. Certainly this was his boldest move yet. He then bowed apologetically, and ran. Goodbye, Tabasa.

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@hazyravens  (@forestpyre) Liked for a starter

[ ♰ ] - “Cody, are the Christmas wreaths for the parish ready?” Well of course he was going to ask his sister to harvest the plants needed to decorate the Church, though he could’ve been less bossy about it. “I assume you’ll be helping with the decorating too.” Moody moody groan groan. But he hadn’t come just to be bossy, he came to be nosey too.

“Also, I noticed…” He cleared his throat, was he really going to intrude? “Kantera coming to see you more often, is he well?” More like what’s he been talking about, what flowers did he like, did he mention Dogma at all? Nosey nosey indeed.  - [ ♰ ]

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@forestpyre​ ♡’d — ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛᴇʀ ᴄᴀʟʟ

     He was strange.

     He always seemed to have something nice to say, a smile on his face, and a little sway, daydreamy look in his eyes — as if nothing in the world could harm him. Airheaded, one would call him — always seemingly confined to his wheat fields, or the barn that doubled as his home. It was rumored he slept on a hay bale, but that was not always true. Though, if there was indefinitely one thing that one would call strange, was how he was always carrying a bowl of spaghetti — the spaghetti being topped with marina sauce depended on the day.

     This particular day was non-marina, and so it meant traveling to Cody’s home for some herbs of hers — though, she too held strange rumors. Apparently, she was prone to starting fires, and although most seemed to dismiss such as her being clumsy, Tabasa thought ... otherwise.

     Hm.

     He approached her doorstep and began to lightly knock with one hand, a smile already plastered upon his visage, “ Miss Cody ? It’s Tabasa. ”

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@forestpyre / starter call

Russell found it odd to see Cody outside of her shop, the sight of her in the fields something he realized he hadn’t seen often, if at all. Then again, it probably wasn’t odd for her at all; it was simply unusual for him to be awake before noon. Russell tentatively stepped closer to the girl, not wanting to startle her as she pullled roots from the ground.

“Cody,” came the soft greeting. “Do you need help with those?” A finger pointed towards the basket filled with harvested plants. The Edamameye still looked a little unnerving, the eyes all seemingly directed at him, but he ignored it in favor of shuffling some of the dirt at his feet.

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@forestpyre​

[ ♰ ] -  Thunder roared and sheets of rain fell from the dark skies above Nameless Town, the wind howled but it could barely be heard through the thick walls of the Church. It was a small little haven away from the storm, the smell of blown out candles could still be faintly traced as Dogma hadn’t long left to go to bed. 

He’d just been about to drift off before he heard the loud thudding of the Church-door’s metal knocker against the thick wooden door. Although Dogma’s residence was technically separate from the church the sound could always be heard in the adjoining building. Dogma would always wake to it – he could never be sure of when people would need to come for sanctuary, so he was always that little bit alert to it. With that he rose from his bed and headed back to the Church building.

He rubbed his eyes, sluggishly padding to the door. Upon opening it his eyes widened and he immediately felt the concern shake off his tiredness. There before him stood none other than his sister, soaked to the bone and dare he say holding fear in her eyes. He quickly ushered her inside and out of the rain, noticing something that looked unmistakably like blood on her attire. 

“C-Cody! What on earth happened to you!? What are you doing out at this time of night?!”  - [ ♰ ]