🧚be thankful I didn’t make you two inches tall for today, Trithus.

Think a’ve suffered enough as it is.

🧚hufufufu, at my hands? Not even close.

The same, employers all.

I’m a mooncancer by circumstance but at heart I do fuckall.

⚒️coming back I forgot just how many piercings Trit has. Damn.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ‿︵˓ ʚ❀ɞ ˓ ︵ ͜
ㅤ ㅤ ݂ ͘ ✧ Grand Caster. .ᐟ ✧ ۫
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ Call me Merlin.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ︶ ͡ ۫ ˓ ʚ❀ɞ ˒ ۫ ͡ ︶

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ⋆｡‧˚ʚ 𑁍 ɞ˚‧｡⋆

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ 【 #FateRP & #MVRP 】

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ⋆༺𑁍༻⋆

—the occasion was.)

Oh, bollocks I forgot it was valentines!

(He hastily picked up the letter and wasted no time bringing it under the lamp on his desk.)

(The scent reaches him first, turning over onto his other side as he stirred awake.)

..? (He hummed curiously, pulling himself out of bed and stepping across his dark room towards the letter. Picking up his speed and alertness as soon as he realized who it was from, and what—

Y’should take more care of your clothes. I’ve had this suit for more than eighty attempts on my life and it’s still good as new.

Finding a sparring bud when three quarters’a us are actual demons is hard.

Points for trying though. I haven’t sparred all month.

Tuesday, huh…

(Peeling potatoes. No, he hasn’t gone to the labyrinth.)

Wish I had a sweater.

So jolly

I’m sure anyone who can spend like that knows how friendly people start acting when they’re looking at a bank account.

Meh, regardless, are you back on what you call business?

Aw, did I break em? Sorry to say, but I don’t have the kind of money to replace them either.

You’d just been gone a while is all. Not that I missed you.

I enjoyed the quiet while it lasted

I’d say ‘yeah, who else’ but there really are a lot of options here, aren’t there?

(Sniff, sniff)

Venture capitalist, ah smell one.

Not a day I’d wake up early for but I would never be a drag. Plus, food. (As if he isn’t going to just eat a single bread roll)

Only one a’ those is true.

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楽しく描いとる☺️

Sure is, yet no matter the form it always finds a way to float to the top. The problem isn’t the form, but the thing itself.

(Deep inhale)

This creates a sort of “coercive monopoly” where—-(skipping a lot)— a cashless society, in this. Case, would—(skipping more)—-.

Y’see?

I don’t believe in money.

($40 of which is his shoes. They used to be $50 but depreciated in value after so much wear.)

(Maximum net worth of $52)

Rich, huh.

Is this like real space sci-fi stuff or is it that kind of not-actually space servant-space sci-fi stuff?

🚬

🧚legally speaking he’s a familiar.

I aspired to be an artist but that’s not why I’m a foreigner. That’s because of legal reasons.