wow it’s been like weeks
am I still allowed to greet followers???
Yes, you do. Or I’ll have to drag you there.Rude? You’re overthinnkinng thinngs. Isnn’t it just like ann a«ennt?
I wouldn’t object to seeing yourrrrr beach—>
I used to have a frrrriend that lived nearrrr the beach—>
And I think it’s rrrrrude to grrrrrowl in the middle of someone’s name—>
My bea<h is better.
Annd as far at the growls go, I’m sort of fonnd. Tarrrrrru—
Shit, I <ann’t evenn do it. Ignnore that. What happenned to your friennd?
I’d use them. Why donn’t you ever wear them?
> Snivel and pull yourself up onto the counter, swinging your legs and waiting for the next task.
Jeez, it already smells deli<ious, or I’m just makinng stuff up.
I don’t wearrrrr them because I’ve adapted to the cold—>
I do use them as blankets when I get exceptionally cold though—>
> You gently let the hunk of frozen meat slide into the stock, allowing it to soften before you roast it.
And now we wait—>
Heh, you should swinng by my bea<h sometime. A<tually, you’ll have to, but I wannt you to warm up a little.
More waitinng? Ah, I guess as lonng as you distra<t me with your ramblinng I’ll be finne.
Hey so do you <onntrol the growls or like do they just sort of have a minnd of their ownn?
I have to go to yourrrr beach do I?—>
And yes, I can contrrrrol them to an extent—>
I tend to hold them back with names because that would be rrrrrude—>
Yes, you do. Or I’ll have to drag you there.
Rude? You’re overthinnkinng thinngs. Isnn’t it just like ann a«ennt?
I don’t know I just sew it and I guess because they neverrrrr get use they just stay togetherrrrr?—>I’d use them. Why donn’t you ever wear them?
> Snivel and pull yourself up onto the counter, swinging your legs and waiting for the next task.
Jeez, it already smells deli<ious, or I’m just makinng stuff up.
I don’t wearrrrr them because I’ve adapted to the cold—>
I do use them as blankets when I get exceptionally cold though—>
> You gently let the hunk of frozen meat slide into the stock, allowing it to soften before you roast it.
And now we wait—>
Heh, you should swinng by my bea<h sometime. A<tually, you’ll have to, but I wannt you to warm up a little.
More waitinng? Ah, I guess as lonng as you distra<t me with your ramblinng I’ll be finne.
Hey so do you <onntrol the growls or like do they just sort of have a minnd of their ownn?
> Sniffle and wipe your eyes on your sleeve.
Why grow inn layers though? This sassy plannt, I donn’t like it at all.
> Shrug at the awkwardly diced onion and add it to the stock, rubbing your stinging eye while doing so.
> You pull a handkerchief out of your pocket and hand it to her.
Wipe yourrrrr eyes with this, I don’t want you to rrrrruin yourrrr nice clothes—>
Aaaaugh, thannk you.
> Though it burns like hell, you crack a discreet smile. You take a ridiculous amount of pride in your clothes.
I saw some of your work ba<k in your work room… How do you mannage to sew the pelts without fur fallinng out?
I don’t know I just sew it and I guess because they neverrrrr get use they just stay togetherrrrr?—>
I’d use them. Why donn’t you ever wear them?
> Snivel and pull yourself up onto the counter, swinging your legs and waiting for the next task.
Jeez, it already smells deli<ious, or I’m just makinng stuff up.
generaltempest replied to your photo: Why is everrrrryone so intent on this?—>
Bcause wE want to hEr U sing.Maybe some otherrrrr time—>
<ome onn, donn’t be su<h a fraidybear!
It’s a thing I’m rrrrreally self conscious about okay?—>
Finne. Finne. You winn. Gravel isnn’t unbelievably sexy inn a sinnger’s voi<e.
But mark my words. I’ll get you to sinng. Onne day…………..
Bcause wE want to hEr U sing.Maybe some otherrrrr time—>
<ome onn, donn’t be su<h a fraidybear!
The skin doesn’t go through the digestive trrrrract well—>And yeah it has layerrrrrs, that’s how it grrrrrows—>
> You deftly cut the carrot into small pieces, tossing them into the now brewing stock.
> Sniffle and wipe your eyes on your sleeve.
Why grow inn layers though? This sassy plannt, I donn’t like it at all.
> Shrug at the awkwardly diced onion and add it to the stock, rubbing your stinging eye while doing so.
> You pull a handkerchief out of your pocket and hand it to her.
Wipe yourrrrr eyes with this, I don’t want you to rrrrruin yourrrr nice clothes—>
Aaaaugh, thannk you.
> Though it burns like hell, you crack a discreet smile. You take a ridiculous amount of pride in your clothes.
I saw some of your work ba<k in your work room… How do you mannage to sew the pelts without fur fallinng out?
That one is fine—>
You see, you can’t even rrrrreally eat the skin of onions—>
Oh. Yeah, I remember… Why <ann’t you eat the skinn? Hmm, this thinng is really weird, it’s got layers too.
> Slice it horizontally, careful not to cut yourself only moments before you start tearing up.
The skin doesn’t go through the digestive trrrrract well—>
And yeah it has layerrrrrs, that’s how it grrrrrows—>
> You deftly cut the carrot into small pieces, tossing them into the now brewing stock.
> Sniffle and wipe your eyes on your sleeve.
Why grow inn layers though? This sassy plannt, I donn’t like it at all.
> Shrug at the awkwardly diced onion and add it to the stock, rubbing your stinging eye while doing so.
