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narinder riding lamb
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Narinder, reading: Can't you give me three seconds of peace, so I may wallow in my existential crisis with some dignity, Lamb?
Lambert, holding a box full of board games and plushies, smiling: Nope! You need some enrichment, quality time. Cats love toys, do they not?
Narinder, blinking at him tiredly: Get that infernal thing out of my tent, and take yourself along with it.
Lambert, leaning closer to Narinder: as your newly appointed leader, I command you to engage in activities that will get you out of this slump. We can have fun together, plant some flowers, bury some enemies, it will be an amazing bonding experience. I am not leaving with a negative response.
Narinder, grasping Lambert's cloak, a sinister grin forming on his features, eyes glowing, eldritch voice whispering: command me? Precious little usurper, treacherous vessel, poisonous rose blooming upon my untimely grave, enjoy the fruits of your deceit while you can. For monsters lurk in your shadow, waiting. I shall feast upon you for eternities to come, your heart mine alone to take, your bones mine alone to break. You are mine, not the other way around, Lamb.
Lambert, blushing: Is this some divine form of courtship? I do require you take me out to a meal first. Pretty words feed nobody, you know.
Narinder, staring at him:...you know what, fine, let us go bury some enemies. You will be the one doing the manual labour, though, I can hold a dramatic speech or something. The joint pain and back aches in this form are beyond description.
Lambert, smirking: sure thing, old man.
Narilamb Scenario:
Lamb: *eating apple pie that Narinder made* Oh what is the delightful spice in this pie?
Narinder: Nightshade
Lamb: Oh you cheeky minx~ *continues eating pie silently chuckling that Narinder has forgotten that he’s immortal*
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