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@bolides said: peach is going to put BOTH of you in time out!!
β Bβ¦but he-a started itβ¦ β
SOPPING WET MARIO NOISES-
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"That is quite enough, yes." Miranda pulls the glass closer to her chest, doesn't drink from it as they walk about, liquid sloshing about near to the rim even as she holds it so prim and proper with her dual thumbs supporting the bottom. The sun is hot on the top of her head, hot even atop the drape of her top, the connecting fabric that flows over her back and sides from her wide collar down to her hips, that leaves her front open for this springtime weather. The drag of her tail on the garden walkways is starting to aggravate her joints, rattling up against them, and Miranda hasn't mentioned any of this, because she is a guest for someone else, and a guest knows how to behave and knows her manners, no matter what mood she's in, no matter if it hurts, no matter if the sun in her eyes is bothering her and she's starting to feel over-warm and she wants to throw a fit or lay down in the shade or, or something.
She knows better than that. She was bred better than that. It doesn't matter if she's been in a sour place lately, if she's all irritation and open nerves and ache in her jaws where she wants to lay into the next warm body she sees however she can, because she is royalty, she is a princess, she is yhtun-tswe, because she's supposed to be better than this. She thinks this is stupid and she feels stupid and the world is stupid and she can't do anything about it so she may as well stop caring and just do what she's supposed to so everyone can get this over with already.
Miranda lifts her head, only tilts the very end of her mouth up in the practiced, regal smile that suggests nothing at all inside her head, that is detached and perfect and just intimidating enough for the world to crash against it and bring her down with it. She knows what she has to say to Peach, Princess Peach, because this has been arranged because all of these are always arranged ahead of time, planned, announced, because she was woken up at an exacting time and coaxed from one corner of the room to the next with minimal input because all she ever needed to be was the knife, not the one doing the sharpening.
"Is receiving guests of my caliber often in your itinerary?" she asks, perfectly placid, easygoing, so understated as to not even seem like a real question. It is, because this is not a garden party, even though it looks like one. Miranda is good at doing her job, if there is anything to be said about her. There is little else to be said, after that. "I must admit, I know little of what your regular schedule often entails."
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Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.
You kick your feet anxiously underneath the table at the library. Ms. Alphys had made another group project, something that already made your heart sink. You hate group projects. Asking people to be your partner made you want to be sick. Before you knew it, everyone in class had gotten their partners.
Except you, and the late arrival to that day's class, Kris.
To be quite frank, Kris scared you. Something about their intense demeanor, the shadows hanging over their eyes, their tendency for mischief--all of it made you a bit scared to be near them.
But now you were project partners, and you're sitting in tense silence at the library.
A deep breath.
"U-um... s-so, Kris! I-I suppose we should... choose a topic for our project, yes? It's supposed to be on different types of monster magic, so..."
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π§ @bolides (πππππ πππ π πππππππ)
ππ πππ ππππ’ ππππ π πππ π ππππ. the diner was... suffering, but they continued to keep the doors open. no thanks to william, who's costume reeks of stale, burnt out cigarettes. he's lucky he's been able to keep his alcohol habits out of his working hours. of course, henry had taken over operations, to allow william some... ππππ ππ ππππππ. the suits, and his boy. though none such time had been taken. his comfort was cold, sitting in front of the television without need for his, while the afton patriarch had nothing but his daughter to make him happy. it had become his job in itself to take care of her and -- his eldest, as their mother was largely unable. the elder of the two stealing the solitude of his shoddy office, while his daughter did her best to keep herself entertained. it would be easier at the other location, but no matter.
he's outside staring at nothing, with a cigarette passing idly from fingers to lips. blinking, and frowning. πππ ππ ππ’β¦ he hears the chime of the door, and a pinch of his brows makes a subtle wince with fluttering blinks. head turning, whilst the headless golden bunny scowls towards his employee. "the performance doesn't start for another twenty minutes." he says harshly. "what do you want?"
@bolidesβ replied:Β "well, respect is something earned, heisenberg -- not that you've ever earned it from someone." THE LORDS ARE FIGHTING!!!!
βOh yeah, youβve sure done a lot to earn respect. Letβs see... Ah, just canβt think of anything youβve done besides be a whiny bitch. Throw a tantrum or two... Sorry, could you remind me of a single damn thing youβve done to earn respect?β Oh mercy the Lords are fighting. Again.
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@bolidesβ asked:Β incoming security guard shu to grab gregory by the scruff of his shirt and lift him off the ground! "you're making a goddamn mess, gregory, cut it out. we've already had two staffbots pop their wheels on your broken ornaments and i had to clean up the mess to stop any more of them from needing repairs." looks like you've made a secondary grinch, today, gregory. whoops.
Gregory lets out a small squeak as heβs lifted, kicking and lightly clawing at Shuβs hand. For someone who can be a little terror...thereβs not a lot of force in the kicking or scratching.
βIβm sorry, okay! Iβll go throw the rest in the trash can or something! Lemme go!β
Even his shout is a bit shaky, Gregoryβs eyes are puffy and red as well... which is no surprise given the crying he did when stealing these ornaments to break. Not that Shu knows that, the guard found him not in the sadness of his memories but in the rage the hollow spot in his chest fills with.
@bolidesβ replied: "GINGI." uhoh here comes an angry space lady!!!! "you're going to spoil your appetite before dinner, put those down!" ah. of course. she has her priorities straight as always.
[Gingi glanced down at the battery in their hand ( alas, the eighth in a pack of twenty ), then back up at Andromeda. They defiantly took another bite, finishing the battery off.]
β ...Babyβs hongry. β [Gingi insisted, reaching for another one. Good Lord.] β Iβve got, like, three? Four?? Stomachs to feed. Leave me alone, Iβm pregnant and tired... β
@biteyourcrush "YOU!" -VICKY IS APPROACHING AT HIGH SPEEDS!
@bolides OZ LOOK OUT
"Shitβ"
"I GOTTA GET OUTTA HERE."
@royalreef .............. Want to steal. That is the only way out of this. To form a ring of clothing thievery.
"UNLESS.."
