“That would be the souljams you are sensing, so if you are here to claim my life, well then tough luck, my friend, but-“
Clotted would cut himself off as he’d face the intruder, his eyes widening fractionally. He should have known that voice was too familiar… “Espresso-?”
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A quiet grunt came from the reaper, hat fully tilting upward to reveal .. well, Espresso’s face, just with significantly less emotion than he would normally have, tired beyond belief. His eye slowly narrowed, not even attempting to fight back.
“…. Strong soul you have.”
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@GreenMatch217 Also if I recall correctly they made slavery/racist “jokes” and beastiality comments like wanting to have babies with butter tiger. They are just a very awful, disgusting person with no regards or respect for boundaries.
@GreenMatch217 They broke my boundaries multiple times including making a joke that bordered on SA with my clotted and a minor’s Blapphire.
They then made a sex joke about my Cacao to a random Choco and then harassed me on my strawpage when I blocked them.
In almost a blink, Espresso was wrapped up and ensnared within the grasps of the Consul’s cloak strap. He didn’t even look up from his papers as Clotted would scoff at the other.
“Sneaking up on me? Really? State your purpose here.”
( @Consul_Cream )
Death tolls, his next target since waking up in this strange world. The cookie shrouded in blue slowly materialized behind the consul, quiet and listening.
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🏛️love how everyone seems to be having some deep, serious rps and events happening meanwhile I come back to ppl deciding Clotted is in Heat.
🏛️Love this duality. 😭😭😭😭