@ThimbleOfBlood@FeckOffYeCunts@cingciseach -roots between you both is exactly the problem. Just as one cannot rely on the advice of a parent without some skewing of their worldly perception taking place.
Her...outlook may not be *entirely* healthy, not that you don't already know that...
At any rate."
Mamoru cleared-
@ThimbleOfBlood@FeckOffYeCunts@cingciseach "Quite so, yes!"
It took Luna ages to stop wanting Sleepy /dead/, but, hey. Mamoru wasn't fibbing.
"It IS quite a feat. I hope you continue to improve."
“It’s just cheese and tomato. Might as well eat them both at the same time.
It may sound rather…unbecoming, but in my honest opinion, every bite of something should be a mouthful.”
"Hmph! That sounds awful! But if it's food, I'll eat even if it tastes like nothing!"
That high and mighty air with crossed arms looked absolutely unfitting, but he seemed serious enough about the topic.
"To each their own. Caprese has two main ingredients that if you don't eat them together, they don't really taste like anything.
...that aside, I can understand the frustrations...
Everyone always bites the head off of a biscuit first..."
"I don't know that word! I mean when you get a meal, and they say 'you gotta eat the top first', or 'you have to put soy sauce on this bit first', or something! I decide what order I eat my food at!"
@ThimbleOfBlood@FeckOffYeCunts@cingciseach “Could you point it out to me? Maybe I’ll go later…”
In truth, Mamoru was trying to head in the opposite direction in the hopes of keeping Blythe out of her way.
@ThimbleOfBlood@FeckOffYeCunts@cingciseach He afforded the smokers only a quick glance before his attention was brought back to Sleepy.
“Madame, what is “Hellion’s”? Their description is…unfortunately spot-on.”
@ThimbleOfBlood@FeckOffYeCunts@cingciseach “Here, I’ll just carry you. I must go find him myself, anyhow.” He held his hands out. Sleepy will be able to remain on him without phasing through, of course — but he seems preoccupied with scanning the area for signs of Dee.
@ThimbleOfBlood@FeckOffYeCunts@cingciseach “While there is no problem with a little help from your friends, it would do you good to spread your wings, so to speak, Madame. Broaden your horizons and live a little.
Being anchored to her…in more ways than one…isn’t healthy.”
@ThimbleOfBlood@FeckOffYeCunts@cingciseach Mamoru, groaning, sauntered after and grabbed the spork.
He snaps it between two fingers to release her soul from its plastic vessel.
"Oh, stop it. Do you want to meet him, or not? I believe he could prefer to meet you as a spirit, anyhow. He could fake a phonecall."
@ThimbleOfBlood@FeckOffYeCunts@cingciseach “Madame, he can likely see you. He just can’t see you through another one’s “eyes” such as a camera feed.”
Mamoru neglected to elaborate on why, hoping she didn’t need to hear it.
“…well, I suppose we will just have to wait until Daoirse needs something. I’ll be able to lock-
@FeckOffYeCunts@ThimbleOfBlood@cingciseach "...wonderful."
He was told as much already, but the confirmation still made him grind his teeth.
"Very well. Please stay out of Blythe's office in the future. You could have died, all for a rather silly deviation.
...that in mind, would you rather...talk to him, Madame?"
@FeckOffYeCunts@ThimbleOfBlood@cingciseach Mamoru does not give her the words of affirmation he's used to buttering clients up with.
Instead, he remains in silence, staring, awaiting the information he /wants/ to hear like a disapproving parent.
His foot taps. His tail sways. His hands remain upon his hips.