Aranka is all hugs and smiles and kisses and oh jeez this is getting soppy for now.....
Oh, she approached you. You take a deep breath and remind yourself that nothing will go wrong.
Hello m<-->ss. Uh. Please take a seat <-->f you wanna.
She just sat there, jotting down things in her book. She just felt like sitting and enjoying the sounds of the cafe.
Starting from Scratch.
♅ Oh... I'm s-s-sorry, th-th-that's n-n-not cool a-a-at all... ♒
She cradles her head again, leaning over so that her head is laying on her knees.
Don't m!nd !f ! do! She takes a seat across from the redblood. ! trust you are do!ng well? Espec!ally after that attack... She fidgets a bit. That's genuine concern there. ! do hope you're all r!ght.
"NoXitXisXnotXnotXatXallXbutXIXamXokayXitXhasXhapp enedXbeforeXsomeXpeopleXareXjustXmassiveXassholes. "
Nikole is smiling, and her hands move to try to make Nep smile too,
Oh geez all these hugs and kisses. These two would be better off getting a room if Zandig wasn't starting to develop a small sense of guilt.
...Nevertheless, he returns those x's and o's for the time being.
i've been doing...well. how about you?
You blink a few times. Was she there? You don't remember her. Then again, you don't remember many of the people there as someone was trying to kidnap you and skin you alive or something.
Ah. Were you there. <-->'m do<-->ng okay. Thank you for the concern. <--> hope <-->t d<-->d not d<-->srupt your t<-->me here.
You shuffle awkwardly in your seat, you were trying not to think of that happening.
Aranka finally stops with all the kisses and stuff, deciding to snuggle up to Zandig. oh god get a room seriously.
Oh dear, that question.
She races in, and finds herself a nice random seat in the middle of this place. Wait, she isn't going to pull out an art project of hers? What even?
cries u should pm me so we can chat itll be fun i promise
Fantrolls n other things 0v0 vvv
D!srupt my t!me? You're worr!ed about d!srupt!ng my t!me? Well, don't worry, !t wasn't your fault at all! !'m glad to hear you're all r!ght. And as for your attacker, that was... well... She takes a deep breath and looks the other troll over. Lowblood, so it's probably safe to talk about psychic powers.
You see, my matespr!t had a psych!c power he couldn't control, wh!ch !nvolved h!m be!ng possessed by the dead. That wasn't h!m try!ng to hurt you, !t was some dead subjug control!ng h!m. !'d just l!ke to... get that cleared up, !f you w!ll.
That sounded pretty implausible. Hope she believes it. Vesper waves a servebot over and orders some tea, then glances at the glass of apple cider.
Would you l!ke anyth!ng?
Oh damn, that question. The feeling of guilt is ever so slowly getting larger.
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Ericin silently puts his head down on his arms, on the table, watching her. He knows whatever he started in her with his questions...can't be fixed by him, so he waits.
The door to the cafe opens.....
And someone far too tall to exactly just walk in stands there in his indigo trousers.
The stranger ducks, making sure neither his horns nor his top-hat are harmed by the wayward banister. Once it, he draws himself up to his full height, a whopping 7 and a half feet.
He smiles. He's heard a lot about this place. Hopefully it is as promising as the tales suggest.
Fellus continued to jot down things in her book, and then picked up the book and check her writing. Hmm... It was coming along alright she thought.
Starting from Scratch.
The hellbeast itself far too energetic greenblood, or Minora, scampers back into the cafe. Looks like her lusus couldn't draw her attention forever! She doesn't immediately see anyone she recognizes, as she ducks right past the gargantuan indigo who entered.
She just scampers over to the counter and nearly jumps right over it, but restrains herself into sitting on a stool.
Overlard's menagerie of various things
We've searched this trollslum from top to bottom, and all we've found is PORNO, PORNO, PORNO!
You blink. That story is pretty wowser zowser-y. You shrug, though. That would be a nice way to think of it.
No thank you. <-->'m good. And does that th<-->ng go to h<-->m much. W<-->ll <-->t come back. <-->f so, <--> do not feel very refreshed. Thank you for try<-->ng to help, though, <--> guess.
You let out a breath and sip the cider, your hands shaking the glass causing a drop or two of it to fall onto your scarf.
Huh, some one just walked in. Hope they- Nopenopenope.
Muride crawls into the very corner of her booth and curls up there. This guy is terrifying.
Oh shit she's on to you.
uMM, nnothinng's up. nnope...nnothinng at all.
♅ O-o-okay... if y-y-you say so. ♒
Nep bites her lip... Prooobably not the best time to say she's in a kismesitude with the troll that killed her matesprit.........
┅┅ P-please... Do not ever... ask about my quadrants... in such a manner again... ┅┅✖
After awhile she sits up, wiping her face.
She's not scolding but she does seem to disapprove of it,
That.. oh lord. She could see why the yellow blood hid herself. In an attempt to hide herself she put her nose to the book and payed attention only to the words on the page. Nothing else.
Starting from Scratch.
Azazel entered the cafe, seeming a little more bitter than before. He found a seat at a booth, ordering earl grey with the tea bag.
He clears his throat. This is certainly not going to be easy.