@stringsimulacrm Yeah .α£ what are
You supposed to be,
The next Nutcracker
For the upcoming
Christmas festival .α£
Wonder what you'll
Be once you lose the
Rest of your fingers .
@AXUREFLAME ( Standing there
Quietly. Side-eye.
Is Flins losing his mind
In real time, or is he
Being an insufferable
Piece of β―β―β―β―β―β―
IS HE TALKING ABOUT γΌγΌ )
Is it not enough for you
That you stole and
Crushed my heart .α£.α.α.α
( Well, a piece of. )
You're π πππ for .
@AXUREFLAME ( Good morning .α£
He's so sure they were
Talking about something
Related to the nighγΌγΌ )
I don't have a crush
On you . I want to
πͺ πΉ πΌ πΊ π― you .
Has your mind lost
All reason along
The years .α£
( He's so one to talk. )
@AXUREFLAME ( And he's distracted
For a split second,
Wanting to grab at
The spear and snap
It in half, except the
AnnOYING sound of
` psspsing ` already
Got him groaning. )
πΎπ―π¨π» .
( Breathing loud
And all. )
@AXUREFLAME ( It's like he's suddenly
Lost his reasoning abilities,
Hyperfocused on the word
` moon ` and having to
Seize it somehow. )
I π¨π΄ CALM .
Where is iγΌ
( cue an attempt
At ` biting ` except
He's almost tearing
His own bandages. )
WHAT MOON .
@AXUREFLAME Why should I tell
You about my plans
Anyhow .α£
( Scoffing, crossing
His arms. If he can
Reconstruct his own
Body from scratch, he
Can turn flames solid.
Right .α£ like . . magma. )
Is it somethγΌ
( squint. WIDE EYES. )
WHAT MOON .α£.α
WHERE .