"That sure is a big sword, sir."
@forgetfuldemontamer
“Ah oh this one? Yeah I get that a lot and yes it is big.”
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"That sure is a big sword, sir."
@forgetfuldemontamer
“Ah oh this one? Yeah I get that a lot and yes it is big.”
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“You must be like, the mayor of CK, so…I accept. Thank you.” He smiles at the female. “I am Kazuya Suzumoto. It’s an honour, ma'am.” He offers to shake her hand. She definitely came across intelligent. | This kingdom was very colourful, a stark contrast to the ruins of his home he was accustomed to. It was pretty much a complete conceptual difference.
“approximately, but not precise.” an offer-up handshake promises its nearing proximity. handshakes——they’re common but only in the framework of physical concord. this doesn’t mean she's ignorant to a concept not pertaining to the occasional hostilities and skirmishes many kingdoms alight upon, though. then it prompts, and she’s complaisant: contributes to a chary handclasp, but doesn’t shake upon contact and forgoes her futile attempts at being eloquent during what comes next. “kazuya,”--the princess endeavors, sputters in the process of enunciation--“forgive me, but, what are you? you do not look nor do you feel like candy.” no, he looks and he feels like a human. those, though—yeah, they’ve been obsolete for a long, long time. barring finn from question, there really are no reliable sources of human reproduction that she knows of. but that’s infernal tomfoolery; bonnibel knows everything there is to know of ooo. “might you be that of a human, mayhaps?”
"Excuse me, but where exactly on Ooo are we?"
“the candy kingdom.” an attenuated query, unpredictable to say at the least, is countered by a half-there-half-not whisper. the basal of a pen sinks into a nest of creases at her mouth’s corner, spills a shadow down her chin up until the fissure is chased away by exposure to sunlight, maintenance of an inclining head. lavender surveys the newcomer.
“you are, at present, sojourning within the environs of my kingdom. would you like a topographical depiction?”
"Flame Princess, I need to ask you something."
“What is it?”
"Question, lady Astrid."
“What’s up, my friend?” Astrid asked.
Cellulitis? Is that super painful?
[ It’s pretty painful. The left side of my face is blown up and I can’t even smile or fully open my mouth. It swelled slightly over my eyed and the swollen lips were pushing into my braces. It was real fun to see this everywhere too: Left untreated, the spreading infection can rapidly turn life-threatening. It's important to seek immediate medical attention if cellulitis symptoms occur.
But i’m pretty sure we caught it before it got too serious. The Doctor just told me to come back if it gets worse, swelling spreads, or I start throwing up.
Cellulitis information here~ ]
"Lady, do you happen to be able to pick a lock? Locked my keys inside."
“No, can’t say I do,” Astrid replied. “But I can bypass that lock altogether by teleporting you inside.”