#besttemplar

"Father."

" Because you deserved to lose after lynching me when I specifically told you not to. "

  The Undertaker made mistakes, just as anyone else did. Thus, when invited in the kitchen when he complained that the sweets on the table weren't as good as the ones he bakes everyday for himself, he was forced to make these said treats by angry bakers. And when he created them and had the server's taste test them, it resulted in the poor men getting sick, much to the Undertaker's delight.

  However, his innocent actions came with consequences, and he was now serving as a waiter. The situation was amusing, and he didn't mind having to be a server, due to it meaning that he would have more interactions with others. Extending the plate out to another, he began to speak, the smile on his face barely faltering as he would not risk it with the mission he was on.

  "You might ask why I'm serving you even though I don't look like a server. You see, the servers all got sick from the food I gave them, and to repay them I had to do their jobs. Hilarious, right?"

  Although it seemed obvious to distrust what he would be serving, the Undertaker still questioned whether or not the one before him would like the treats upon the plate.

" signed your pal the ey yo " im Cr YING

PLEASE.... ey yo anon is a treasure and basically the official anon of citta. they are precious. they are everyone's pal.

accursedchild replied to your post “ey yo chief your characterization of lucina doesn't try to ignore her...”

this anon got it right B)

It was a dark and stormy night in the Hive, and for all of his photographic memory Kimblee had forgotten to bring an umbrella out. Of course, he'd never put much stock in predictions and fortunes, whether they were to do with weather or life. Still, one couldn't help but regret a lack of foresight in this situation, especially when custom-made attire was at stake.

"Master Kenway."

The Templar greeted the Grand Master with a bow, a calm expression on his features. This was not the first time they had met in this city, but Shay was already aware of how the system worked; it was just as likely that the next day, Haytham would be gone as it was that he would remain.