#OC Mun is 19+
◈ 𝘕𝘚𝘍𝘞 / 𝘚𝘍𝘞 𝘱𝘭𝘰𝘵𝘴 (𝘭𝘦𝘸𝘥 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘯)
◈ 𝘕𝘰𝘯-𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘺𝘢𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘙𝘪𝘤𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘉𝘦𝘭𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘵, 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘊𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘭𝘦𝘷𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘢: 𝘕𝘰𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘦
◈ 𝘋𝘔𝘴 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯 (𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘖𝘖𝘊 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵, 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦!)
◈ 𝘗𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘷𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘰 𝘣𝘺: 𝘮𝘦 (𝘧𝘰𝘰𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘕𝘦𝘵𝘧𝘭𝘪𝘹)
◈ 𝘕𝘚𝘍𝘞 / 𝘚𝘍𝘞 𝘱𝘭𝘰𝘵𝘴 (𝘭𝘦𝘸𝘥 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘯)
◈ 𝘕𝘰𝘯-𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘺𝘢𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘙𝘪𝘤𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘉𝘦𝘭𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘵, 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘊𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘭𝘦𝘷𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘢: 𝘕𝘰𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘦
◈ 𝘋𝘔𝘴 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯 (𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘖𝘖𝘊 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵, 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦!)
◈ 𝘗𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘷𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘰 𝘣𝘺: 𝘮𝘦 (𝘧𝘰𝘰𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘕𝘦𝘵𝘧𝘭𝘪𝘹)
She hesitantly reached out and touched his chest armour, feeling the chassis.
"Isn't that uncomfortable? Ah, pay me no mind, I wanna hear your thoughts about the cup I've made for you."
She hesitantly reached out and touched his chest armour, feeling the chassis.
"Isn't that uncomfortable? Ah, pay me no mind, I wanna hear your thoughts about the cup I've made for you."
She would have to reach out to get a feel for wherever his hands are, patting the palm of his hands, getting a feel for where she could put her rather obvious gift.
"Your hands feel like pure iron and leather..."
" . . . "
Últa would play along however as he would shut his eyes.
"Alright.. they are shut."
He wasn't clear if she was able to tell if they were or weren't.. but better safe than sorry.
She would have to reach out to get a feel for wherever his hands are, patting the palm of his hands, getting a feel for where she could put her rather obvious gift.
"Your hands feel like pure iron and leather..."
"I do apologize sir, I hope I didn't leave as bitter of a review like that coffee."
Behind her was a hot smoke rising in the air and the smell of coffee beans.
"I do have a gift for you however. Close your eyes and hold out your hands."
"Oh! It's you.. that dragon who didn't like my coffee. What brings you here?"
He asked as he carefully placed the pencil down.
"I do apologize sir, I hope I didn't leave as bitter of a review like that coffee."
Behind her was a hot smoke rising in the air and the smell of coffee beans.
"I do have a gift for you however. Close your eyes and hold out your hands."
He sat in a tavern, sketching in his journal.
He planned on making his final tool soon.. it was a fishing rod.
"What kind of sweet is this?"
"What kind of sweet is this?"
"𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓰?"
"𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓰?"