Thickset Therapist

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#reblog #ooc

((It’s been getting kind of dead, so we’d appreciate fresh players!))

((psst i havent been posting here at all recently but ive been doing various characters on this chat with really cool people and you guys should totally pop in if you like general chubby things and rping, its been a bit quiet for a day or two but we have a good group of regulars and more are always welcome))

((you dont have to just dive in since i know its intimidating to a lot of people but if you're interested feel free to just anon or lurk a bit and get your bearings and then maybe pop in and engage the fats or something idk))

((also theres a link to an ooc chatroom on the side in that big wall of text and if you join you should pop in there too if you want to just socialize))

#ooc

Rather than send a reply, Rose opted to avoid keeping the other girl waiting any longer and meandered her way to the transportalizer. A few moments later, she had appeared in Kanaya’s (rather tasteful, in her opinion) hive, and it wasn’t long before she had regained her sense of direction and found the troll herself.

Hmm. I’d say you’ve done a pretty good job so far.

Standing near the seated, rather full looking jadeblood, she glanced over her figure, one hand resting on her own wide, soft hip and the other thoughtfully gracing her lips as she hmmed.

As Rose entered Kanaya sheepishly glanced over, spooning another generous portion of fudge into her already thickly coated lips and swallowing it down. Ive Barely Made A Dent And My Shirt Is Beginning To Strain Is It My Capacity Or The Fudge

I'm inclined to be optimistic and say the latter.

She returns her smile, small but sincere, and sashays closer to peer at both the contents of the barrel and Kanaya's swelling tummy. The former is clearly depleted and the latter is clearly engorged, and Rose herself can't help but dip one chubby finger into the container to steal away a little bit of the chocolatey goodness before scouring the room for a chair to sit down next to the other girl.

At any rate, I'm sure teamwork is the key to accomplishing your goals. I'll save you the diabetically-overemphasised speech on the powers of friendship, though, for both of our sakes.

One soft arm is extended to rest against Kanaya's back, gingerly but hopefully reassuring, and she leans forward a bit over her own soft middle.

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Of course. I can be over momentarily if you’d like.

Standing up, Rose returned her own bowl to the kitchen, before momentarily pausing to make sure her current look was suitable for going out. It wasn’t likely that eating fudge involved some sort of remarkable dress code, but it never hurt to take appearances into consideration. Once she was satisfied with herself, she made her way back to the computer, ready and willing to help the presumably-glutted jadeblood.

Right So Um Do What You Think You Must Rally Im Still Mobile And Whatnot But It May Change Coordinates.txt sent.

Rather than send a reply, Rose opted to avoid keeping the other girl waiting any longer and meandered her way to the transportalizer. A few moments later, she had appeared in Kanaya's (rather tasteful, in her opinion) hive, and it wasn't long before she had regained her sense of direction and found the troll herself.

Hmm. I'd say you've done a pretty good job so far.

Standing near the seated, rather full looking jadeblood, she glanced over her figure, one hand resting on her own wide, soft hip and the other thoughtfully gracing her lips as she hmmed.

If you merely need additional moral support, I can do my best to function as a personal cheerleader, minus any expected acrobatics, but I’m also certainly open to more physical assistance if you feel it would help any. Whether or not that involves helping to eat any of it and/or furthering my resume as impromptu amateur masseur is entirely up to you.

Or I could just send you some seltzer water. There’s plenty of that here, too.

Would The Physical Option Be Viable I Mean Just Seltzer Water On Its Own Can Only Do So Much

Of course. I can be over momentarily if you'd like.

Standing up, Rose returned her own bowl to the kitchen, before momentarily pausing to make sure her current look was suitable for going out. It wasn't likely that eating fudge involved some sort of remarkable dress code, but it never hurt to take appearances into consideration. Once she was satisfied with herself, she made her way back to the computer, ready and willing to help the presumably-glutted jadeblood.

Well, I always figure it’s better to overshoot things than undershoot them, but I suppose I’ll have to pre-emptively cancel any plans I had of supplying you with a dessert to go along with your meal.

If you do need or want anything else, though, don’t be afraid to ask. It wouldn’t be very becoming of me to leave you at the mercy of such feasts without at least the offer of assistance.

I Trust Your Wisdom On The Hapless Devouring Of Fudge What Sort Of Assistance Do You Offer I Will Take It

If you merely need additional moral support, I can do my best to function as a personal cheerleader, minus any expected acrobatics, but I'm also certainly open to more physical assistance if you feel it would help any. Whether or not that involves helping to eat any of it and/or furthering my resume as impromptu amateur masseur is entirely up to you.

Or I could just send you some seltzer water. There's plenty of that here, too.

Idly polishing off her own comparatively-miniscule bowl of fudge, Rose could easily hazard a guess as to why Kanaya’s eloquence was seeming receding. Momentarily getting up from her own computer to fetch herself some more chocolate, she returned and hovered her hands over her keyboard momentarily, not wanting to seem prying but genuinely curious as to Kanaya’s progress.

I’ll just assume that, should you cease to reply for more than twenty consecutive hours, the burden of such Herculean quantities of fudge was too much for a mere (un?)mortal woman to handle and make arrangements for a suitably saccharine funeral procession. That one was actually sarcasm, though.

Her appetite is voracious at the very least, intent to glut herself on the extent of the barrel, but not making it very far. It fills her quickly, and her already prominent potbelly has pooled out a little further into her lap after a few minutes of pure fudge gorging. Well, there’s a bit of a dent now. But she will push on. This Is A Lot Of Fudge Rose

Well, I always figure it's better to overshoot things than undershoot them, but I suppose I'll have to pre-emptively cancel any plans I had of supplying you with a dessert to go along with your meal.

If you do need or want anything else, though, don't be afraid to ask. It wouldn't be very becoming of me to leave you at the mercy of such feasts without at least the offer of assistance.

For what it’s worth, I was being entirely sincere about having confidence in your ability to finish it all.

And perhaps I am. It’s hard not to let one’s frigid facade slip a little in the presence of enthusiasm and fudge. And other potential variables that may be present, but feel free to merely chalk up my inherent coyness to genetics, upbringing, and the aftereffects effects of co-existing within a small radius of desserts.

Oh Well Thank You For That Much Kanaya’s been snacking at the barrel throughout, her replies getting slower and less elaborate as she scoops greedy handful after handful of the thick, creamy fudge. She feels heaviness in her gut where new chocolate lies, threatening the already snug conformity of her shirt, and she’s hardly making a dent in all of it.

Idly polishing off her own comparatively-miniscule bowl of fudge, Rose could easily hazard a guess as to why Kanaya's eloquence was seeming receding. Momentarily getting up from her own computer to fetch herself some more chocolate, she returned and hovered her hands over her keyboard momentarily, not wanting to seem prying but genuinely curious as to Kanaya's progress.

I'll just assume that, should you cease to reply for more than twenty consecutive hours, the burden of such Herculean quantities of fudge was too much for a mere (un?)mortal woman to handle and make arrangements for a suitably saccharine funeral procession. That one was actually sarcasm, though.