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hey if you decide to remake for whatever reason let me know? I don’t talk much but I do like seeing your art and words and stuff on my dash

you and your jeef are adorable but also every time i read jeef my brain reads it like all those memes where j- was added to things that were now all jeans

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Cobwebs: One place you would never want to get...

.. so what i’m hearing is masek deals with the bugs in this household

The green chitinous knight loosely slings an arm around a much taller and decidedly non-insectoid looking elf – one that doesn’t seem to care for being hung on as he is but apparently knows that there’s little to stop it. “Oh I don’t exactly… eat like you breathers anymore,” the scarab knight chitters in a low and reverberating sort of amusement as if he takes subtle joy in being just a trifle creepy. 

“Though when I did, I hated shellfish. Lobster, shrimp, crab, and so on. While the flavors weren’t always bad, there was something about the textures that really were offputting. People always used to say–” In which he pauses to abruptly shift into a shrill and mocking sort of tone. “–’Oh, you just haven’t had good shellfish!’ and ‘Ohhhh~! This lobster is to DIE for; you’re missing out~!’”

“Please,” he scoffs derisively. “I’ve tried it and, no, shellfish was awful every time.”

Silence persists for a time as glowing lichfire-blue eyes expectantly look up at his tall and skull-wearing “friend”, the elf scrunching inward almost like a greatly offended cat. Hazu then pokes him gently in the side, which promptly earns the knight’s hand a very firm swat as the offending party titters quietly at pressing Alukath’s buttons so easily.

The other of this mismatched pair begrudgingly mutters in unsteady and broken Common, “No speak good. No answer.”

“…Alukath.”

“…”

“…Kathy.”

“Do not call me that.”

“You’ve been bumming around the Alliance for the better part of a year now. Your Common isn’t that bad. So come on! Answer already.”

Alukath sneers as a very unelven sort of churling chatter rattles within his lungs before harumphing and crossing his arms. “…I don’t like…” A pause abruptly follows as the mage hunter looks down to the scarab knight, his brow furrowing beneath his draconic skull helm. “There is a word for it in your language. It’s candy: Black and sweetly bitter.”“…Oh! ‘Licorice’.”

“Oh!” Mirjana chirped happily as she clapped her bare phalanges together with an audible clack and a jingle of jewelry. “Sweet of you to ask, darling, though I confess I am not much of a dog person! Too much of the slobbering and the barking and neurotic neediness, more often than not, but I do have a few exceptions! I am rather fond of sighthounds, you see, as they have a lovely temperament and they are poetry in motion during hunts.”

I did karate and bits of stage combat when I was a kid, but beyond that I really don’t know a whole lot. Especially not about knife fighting while being a robot. That’s become an amalgamation of other people’s moves M’s picked up on or things that’ve consistently worked in the past.

“I’ve given Kari many gifts throughout our time together. One in particular was a bear ring that symbolized my pledge to his House.

As for a gift he has given me; He gave me a necklace that was connected to him in some magical ways. Fortunately I haven’t had to use it in all the ways possible.”

“Everyone has imperfections even if I tend to think Kari is perfect. Really, he is to me, I love him no matter what and he loves me just the same, faults and all. “