#kaonite

[princeofdarkmount]

Тьфу, ты можешь быть более отвратительным?

[faemothra]

lms if you want zethrid to hold you in her big beefy arms

[princeofdarkmount]

What's that? The solvent that comes out a few joors after the bath starts suddenly has a curious smell to it, buttery and garlicy and delectable. It only lasts for a few seconds, but the damage done makes up for it.

| Even a couple hours in Ark’s still sitting with his helm just above the finally cooling bath. So when the glittering solvent goes from reeking of cleanser, oil and copper bath bombs, to pungent organic herbs, it hit his olfactory sensors like a punch to the facia. || Needless to say his peace of processor and calming bath are vacated immediately. || Solvent goes flying as the youngling scrambles out of the above ground pool and leaps over the barrier between the tub and shower, crouching down behind it. After a few klicks he slowly pokes his dripping facia over the edge, aiming a suspicious glare at the churning liquid he left behind. |

| When a wave of foul kernel mush doesn’t come flying out at him, the princelit relaxed… minutely. || He knows what he smelled. His olfactory sensors are fine tuned to pick up the slightest change in scent. There’s no way in pit he imagined that. Still. There’s no actual evidence of any ‘butter’ or popcorn floating around. The solvent is mostly the same color it was when he first drew it. Not to mention that smell isn’t lingering in the air or on him- || …..wait. || Ark brings his arm to his mouth and inhales deeply. || Sure enough- it reeked of butter and garlic. |

“CHERT POBERI-”| A kick is aimed at the wall beside him before heading back over to the tub and slamming a fist down on the button to start the tub’s draining process. Without even casting a glance at his lost bath, Ark snatches a towel off a nearby rack and stomps out of the room, muttering furiously under his intakes. || So much for having a good long soak to lessen his stress. |

[princeofdarkmount]

You should be careful uttering such blasphemy child, it could come back to bite you sooner or later.

Well in that case I had better amend my previous statement. In fact allow me to replace it with something much more befitting of your sensitive audials-

“Trakhni boga i trakhni tebya.“

[princeofdarkmount]

A [ping], so she can talk rather than publicly post what's going on.

| He can understand a request for discretion when he sees one. So he doesn’t question the change in conversation venue or think too heavy on the implications. Or at least try to. |{{ …. ‘cнernyy ѕнcнιт’? }}

[princeofdarkmount]

::Cactus.::

{{  Krylyshki. }}

[princeofdarkmount]

How do those galena knots taste your highness?

“Otvratitel'no.”| He says as he aggressively stuffs another into his mouth. |

[faemothra]

ayyyye happy birthday!!

thank you!!!