#vindictiveviperidae

Thank you very much, Ve/ira. /t is most beneficia/ that one sticks to their caste and contributes as much as they can. / am sorry that you have to dea/ with such an undeserving pub/ic, with everyone speaking of [equality] and upho/ding a revo/ting sense of [justice]. /t near/y makes me physica//y i//.

E\TRAO, HOW DARE YOU V\OLATE SUCH SACRED TOMES W\TH TH\S AWFUL FRU\T! \ W\LL HAVE MY REVENGE SOMEDAY, \ SWEAR \T! ==> You look down at the books and try not to cry. Come on, Velles. Maybe you can try and put your thumb over them. Out of sight, out of mind. ... No, God no. Touching the enemy would only bring back those vivid memories. Fuck watermelons, man. 

God, was she not eating and sleeping again? Your mother senses were sending sick signals to your thinkpan. Without a second thought, you throw your scythe over your shoulder, stuff some ingredients into your sylladex, and make your way over to her hive. As you walk, you run a list of potential items to cook - no repeats of last time because repeats were never fun. And how do you lure a sleep-deprived seadweller to sleep? You honestly don't know, but you'd figure it out. 

AC: ( O v O ) Hoow are yoo?

OOC:

TC: 6o9

GP: Hey there, wh♥t'S up my fine friend?™

"Xaveln? I'm here, is everything alright?"