*dies in lesbian*
prebty woman
Elora blushes.
Uh.
We are. We are what.
You think we are pretty?
What????
What????????
very prebty woman :>
Can confirm :>
huh??????
can also confirm :>
Can see no lies in this post :>
i don't do bad sauce passes
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One Nice Bug Per Day

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@ushouldkillurselfnow
*dies in lesbian*
prebty woman
Elora blushes.
Uh.
We are. We are what.
You think we are pretty?
What????
What????????
very prebty woman :>
Can confirm :>
huh??????
can also confirm :>
Can see no lies in this post :>
*There is a giggle under the twelfth architect's hip where they can't see. When she turns, she catches a glimpse of a silkfly before it dashes back under her hips and the giggling gets louder*
OOC: The Twelfth Architect uses they/them pronouns, as you would know if you read the words just slightly above the ask button on my blog. This is the 3rd time someone has referred to them using she/her; those are not their pronouns.
The Twelfth Architect wasn't sure how to catch this silk fly, but they wanted to. They wanted to catch it and add it to their collection so they could give it a new body.
"Please, come with me wi-wi-willingly. Or inform me if you d-d-do not want a new body-shell."
*They continue for a minute or so, before eventually letting themselves to be caught, still giggling like a kid.*
Ooc: I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to, I even started with they, but my dumb ass brain somehow switched to she/her for no fucking reason.
*Something hits the bench next to Chimes head, followed by the noise of wood being carved and shell shards clinking together.*
@travelingbug
Chime flinches as the unknown item hits the bench but wakes up fully at the sounds, looking up at the source of the noise, though their vision is clouded both by their fur and tiredness.
“…Wuh? Who are you?”
*As Chimes vision clears, they see a bug with dirt caked clothes, an off-red backpack and a look of deep concentration as they stare at and fiddle with something in their hands. They jump at the sound of Chimes voice.*
"O-Oh my! I'm so sorry a-about-!"
*They pause when they realize what they are looking at.*
"W-Wait, aren't you a flea? What are you doing here in Hallownest?"