#icefell

❝  here.  ❞  there's  barely  a  pause  before  ren  is  already  pushing  it  into  her  hands.  he's  just  quick  to  step  away  —  almost  as  if  the  dessert  is  enough  to  passively  repel  him  with  its  mere  existence.  ❝  i  haven't  touched  it.  throw  the  whole  thing  away  if  you  don't  BELIEVE  me.  ❞  the  wanderer's  lips  curve  in  a  soft  frown  —  something  more  akin  to  a  pout  than  a  look  of  genuine  IRE.  ❝  some  old  woman  FORCED  it  on  me,  so  i'm  just  returning  the  favor.  ❞  he's  careful  not  to  mention  how  she  fawned  over  him  as  though  he  were  some  lost,  lonely  kitten  mewling  for  a  bowl  of  milk.  it's  a  distressingly  common  issue  that  never  fails  to  BRUISE  his  pride;  his  outward  appearance  is  deceptively  harmless,  and  evidently  compels  some  humans  to  act  in  a  way  he  can't  help  but  find  a  bit  patronizing.

"........Is this a dream or-- .....?"

yaoshi can only smile brightly at march's words , soft laughter falling from their lips. somehow , they aren't too surprised one on the path of the trailblaze saw through their disguise , offering a slight nod in the girl's direction.

❛ you're correct , clever girl. this form is ... a disguise of sorts i wear from time to time. gods can't very well go walking amongst mortals. ❜

a slight laugh leaves them , shaking their head slightly. this girl bears the gaze of qlipoth & the spirit of the trailblaze. there weren't many like her , those who truly are more than they seem.

".....I ended up coming across this really nice scented bodywash and thought MAYBE you'd wanna use it?"

......this is her way of saying Kyu needs to take a BATH....

@icefell [unprompted, always accepting]

"...'s real funny, March," Kyu scoffs, a wry not-quite-smirk tugging at her lips.

Her hygiene was fine- two showers, one in the morning and one at night, was plenty for most. She happened to like her scented body wash, too...

Though...

The Trailblazer perks up, her eyebrows furrowing as she realizes March may have something of a point. She may wash herself twice a day, but her jacket? What defense does it have against her habitual dumpster diving?

Kyu grabs the lapel of her coat and gives it a sniff- aughck--

Off with it. She'll take the body wash, fine- if March likes the scent, it's gotta be good- but it seems laundry is most certainly in order.

"Thank you, I'll be right back-"

Hellooo. You are such a blessing on the dash! We haven't interacted much yett but I can tell you are a sincerely wonderful person. I'm truly looking forward to getting to know you better!

anon love

The mysterious skeleton in red, a queen of ice, whose skating makes the hearts of monsters bleed with regret and an overwhelming desire to hope. 

A slap from the Phoenix Star will make you fall in love with their self-assured confidence. That’s probably what happened to the Great and Terrible Papyrus.