for now i'm going to drop princess peach from super mario bros, she was housed in apartment 303, thank you!
Peach will be dropped for you!
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for now i'm going to drop princess peach from super mario bros, she was housed in apartment 303, thank you!
Peach will be dropped for you!
-- mod altair.

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what the hell's he supposed to do with two crepes? his stomach's deep enough for both, but it's just extra baggage when he has a sword to carry around! if only there was someone he could shove one onto...
...bingo! that lady looks familiar-- her poofy, blonde hair and pink outfit sticking out only slightly less than it had the first time he'd commented on it.
"gotta respect your commitment to aesthetics, princess," at least it's a good one; he wouldn't have remembered her otherwise!
but! that's neither here nor there. he chomps on one crepe and holds out the other, swallowing most of his bite down before continuing, "it's your lucky day-- that stall over there got my order wrong, so i got a free kiwi crepe up for grabs."
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💧 "I apologize for taking so long to meet you here, but it was a little awkward. Being this tall, and then the heels are a little taller than the ones on my boots..." Could Furina have picked out a different set of shoes to wear? Perhaps! But she'd been in a hurry. Getting swapped with a relative stranger had been disorienting, but at least she had met Peach once before albeit briefly.
She hadn't had the foggiest idea that the taller woman was a princess back then though!
Even now, she seemed to be watching her feet here and there as she walked along Peach's side. And it was weird seeing someone else in her 5'5" tall body from up high. "But what are we to do about this? I assume it's temporary, but..."
"Please, think nothing of it."
The other woman insists on doing something for Jill as thanks for fixing her skirt, but she shakes her head. She closes her miniature sewing kit (a gift from Clive, who wanted to see her continue her interest), looks to the blonde with a warm smile.
"I'm just glad I was able to help. Your dress is very beautiful."
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Even though it was meant to be for a cover, going to a vocational school with a bias on theatre like Mercutio High did give Aschlyn an edge on acting. One would say she's quite good in deceiving others, though she herself would say it's 'convincing' rather than the former.
It just so happened that the actors playing the villain and hero in a show at the Theatre of Calliope sprained their ankle and were desperate to find a replacement quickly.
"I don't mind...but the show is starting in an hour? That's quite a big shoe to fill so quickly. What do you think?"

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This team up was purely by chance, he had all intentions on doing the pod racing alone, but had not realized today was a doubles race...It was a bit foolish for him to overlook such an important detail, but he had been approached by the princess he had a brief run in before and had suggested their team up. Shadow didn't know if she had made the same mistake, but it did beat backing out of the race.
"If we want the best chance at winning, we should come up with a strategy." He suggests as he begins to swap out some stock parts on the pod for something with better performance and handling. He wasn't one to be trifled with, not in something he recreationally enjoyed, anyway.
"It looks like this pod has been modified to have someone accelerate and the other handle the rudders and maneuvering. You can take your pick in which you prefer. Or we swap if the situation calls for it."
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‘𝐬𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐚 𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐝𝐚𝐲’ 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬. [ TEA ]: sender prepares a mug of hot tea for the receiver.
he's always been one for a stronger sort of drink after a particularly challenging day, but something about being handed a piping hot cup of tea is...comforting. nostalgic. the cup warms his hands as the fragrant steam hits his nose, very much reminding him of time spent with his fellow lords around the meeting room table. Titus wasn't sure what kind of tea it was, only that he would be drinking it all, cherishing both the warmth of the liquid and the warmth of the kindness with which it was given.
"...Thank you, Princess," he murmurs, oddly demure.
While most seemed more preoccupied with the various storefronts and stalls at the Opalarian Market Town, one scholar was much more preoccupied with the plant life and growth lining said storefronts. Getting in the way, with seemingly little care for things such as interrupting regular business. He pokes at one of the flowers with a gloved hand, face expressionless as the petals close around his hands.
"Are you...Uh...Gonna buy something, sir?"
Thorns looks up at the owner of the stall, and then at the blonde woman in the brightly colored dress. And then back to the owner of the stall.
"You have a flower growing out of your stall." The flower opened back up, as though to show off when mentioned. "They seem to be an invasive species. Or, I suppose, they could be reclaiming the area with how deeply rooted they are." He pokes at the cracked stone.
The stall owner sighs, looking back to their other guest: "Sorry about that. Can I do anything for you?"
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