Heh, I know Robin loves that chubby body of yours. But...~ You can enjoy this for a bit longer~
[Her hands gently rubbed Tharja's massive, bloated gut. She heard it gurgle and groan, piquing her interest.]
Just how much do you eat everyday to get to this size...?
Bold of you to assume Robin would want that...
[She grimaced as she waltzed along with the dancer, following her lead somewhat.]
But I suppose throwing my weight around like this isn't a bore.
So? Having fun yet Tharja~? It's so much fun to dance!
[She continued to lead the blubbery caster.]
Maybe this will help you lose some of that weight eh~?
[Olivia was able to let out her sigh of relief. She wasn't sure if Tharja would have an adverse reaction to her watching over her. Thankfully, this time, she did not mind.]
What kind of tweaks are you trying to implement? What sorts of hexes are you focused on right now exactly?
The notes wouldn't be hidden away. Tis was unnecessary in her eyes. She instead turned to face her visitor. That usual impassive look was present about the dark mage as she put down the ink spreading instrument.
โ Mm. Nothing more than possible tweaks for hexes and spells. โ
[The dancer's hairs stood on end as she heard the mage speak. She thought she was silent as a mouse, yet maybe Tharja had supernatural abilities. Or maybe she could detect her with her hex abilities.]
U-um, hello Tharja. Sorry, I was just wondering what you were writing there...
Their presence was sooo... detectable. Perhaps it was the fact that they had found some common ground when it came to a few things. Still, whatever the case, her notes for improving some hexes would cease.
โ Do you require assistance with something? โ
In a track full of Umas passed out Haru is the only one passing through the finish line
"Trai-OOOURRPner! I did it! I won the race!"
Loud claps and a horrific smell follows closely behind her. The claps clearly aren't from the fans, the crowd is holding their noses or coughing
Alas, the sludge that was once a person called Olivia pumped deep into the digestor's body, slowly filling out her chest. The fabric started to tear, and Tharja's mounds flopped out once she had settled. She had managed to almost double them in size...
With Tharja's massive belch, Olivia's tattered outfit came flying out of her throat. Many holes from digestive fluid, but still in one piece. It was ironic her skimpy outfit survived and she didn't. Perhaps if she was wearing a full outfit she may have survived...~
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