you're a heap of flesh and guts and blood in a wax museum. the only real thing. sickeningly real. crimson and warm where the others are pale and cold. revoltingly red, nauseatingly alive. you're a child in a graveyard.
okay !!! aaa— MMFFFJFJFJJJJ ,,,,,,
( ack . ack ACKSCKACKACK COUUUGHH … spitting out the rock . )
… huh . that tasted a bit unpleasant … hard to chew too …
i coulddd try to perhaps pay for it … maybe even go to that one buffet i always see …
… unfortunately , my father cut me off from the family money and all its other sordid things since i joined mighty glory … oh well ! i suppose i’ll have to find money another way .☀️
so this is what it feels like to be hungry … wow ! ☀️
… you know , ( * reader ) , before joining mg , i used to have alot of resident maids & butlers cook me nice meals every day back at my mansion . they even taught me truffles are great for relieving morning fatigue .✨
"Even Mr Perfect needs to complain about life from time to time..."
RP account with threats of fanfic-like narration of Nice's daily life and struggles.
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