#avarym

❝ Well you’re going to have to     deal with it; homunculi have a certain     scent—and there’s nothing I can do to     wash it off. —I’m sorry, really. ❞

Picks him up and throws him into a cold-water creek, for whether or not the stench is curable, he's in dire need of a bath regardless. Looks at him, expression ne❜er changing.

           ʙᴏʀᴇᴅᴏᴍ ᴄᴏᴜʀsᴇs ғʀᴇᴇʟʏ through veins of youth, no attempt            given to stop the wide stretch of lips in dramatic yawn, and he             wonders how exactly every friend he has has managed to busy            themselves on the same day, leaving him without much of             anything to do. In hindsight, staying home and bothering his            meister anyway may have been a better option than strolling the            streets as the latter would appear to be earning him nothing more            than lack of activity with a change of scenery.

           Another yawn, achromic crown falling back slightly with the            brief closing of pale lids over sanguine irises -- and body comes            to halt, soft ' oof ' escaping from betwixt parted brims and he            is quick to look up, blinking several times as situation is             assessed. A person, a halt to his movement -- must have walked            into them, and apology promptly is given. 

                 ❝ Oh, sorry. ❞ That's what he gets for not paying attention.

                Lone recon could never be considered as exciting as the thick of                 battle, as the rush of adrenaline through her blood, through the                 crevices in her bone. Yet it was something she was good at, and                 did without hesitation when called upon, and while it definitely was                 not a source of excitement, it was hardly the worst thing she could                 do, also. And sometimes, on recon, she ran into———interesting                 things.

                        ( though maybe she should stop staring at the man so                         openly, at the two souls which inhabited his body which                         she could see. separate but together within a singular                         vessel, and she wondered over it. it could foretell of bad                         news, or perhaps simply an oddity which she should let                         rest, leave it be, continue onwards.

That’s uncanny

can u lock him away too

edrord replied to your post:❝ While I hate to rain on anyone’s parade; the...

can u lock away his terrible body odor too thanks

❝ …I'm afraid I already have my hands full as it is. ❞

ignisis replied to your post:❝ While I hate to rain on anyone’s parade; the...

bbbbUUUTTTTT——-

greed cut it out ur just fanning tHE /FLAMES/

yeah, greed 

you started these sparks flying

*high fives ed*