I DON'T NECESSARILY BELIEVE THERE IS A CURE FOR THIS ,
SO I MIGHT JOIN YOUR CENTURY BUT ONLY AS A DOUBTFUL GUEST .
I WAS TOO PRECARIOUS REMOVED AS A CAESARIAN ,
BEHOLD THE WORLD'S WORST ACCIDENT .ᐟ
@TH3H0ST0FR4D10 [ 'You're quite nice.'
He signed plainly, not glancing up from his book.
If they were both miserable, angry, murderers, they could be that together. ]
[ 'I don't cook badly!!!! I don't!!!'
Jameson was sprawled out on the floor, half tempted to turn off his switch to get the demon to come out of the game.
This is the only time he enjoys the company.
'My furniture is perfectly fine, thank you.' ]
" I don't need to put that thing in my mouth to smell the food poisoning ! Give em to Robbie ! Or Jackie . He could use some . "
It huffed, plopping down on the ground and turning away from the man to drink his soup and sparing a glance around every once in a while.
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[ He rolled his eyes, typing in the chat.
Granted, his messages were slow and slightly misspelt, but it's okay.
'Not my fault !!! You refuse to taste tes!!!'
He ran around the living room, not comfortable with simply abandoning the demon in his house. ]
The tulpa's little avatar picked the bowl up the moment it got to the table, but blinked before it could taste it, and looked directly at Jameson with a deadpan face.
" Would ya have done that ? Without burning both of us and the food ? I appreciate the care , though . "
[ !
He's a bit surprised, but he placed the soup down on the table, immediately rushing to get a slice of cake from his inventory.
'I could have made you something /real/, y'know that?' ]
Anti's ears perked and he softly cooed at the.. game soup. You know what? He'll take it.
" ... Well , now I know what to make for dinner . "
One moment his skin is buzzing with excess energy, and the next he's no longer next to Jameson.
He's in the game, running for the soup.
The tulpa leaned closer with its head still cocked to the side, and it chirped a soft, surprised chirp.
" That sounds nice . "
It finally moved to sit next to Jameson. The thought of the food was making it want some.
" Have you made any ? "
[ He sat next to Tivy, bouncing his leg up and down as he simply handed his bag to the god.
'Forgive me if it's not to your liking, God of Creativity. I wasn't thinking very much when I painted this.' ]
" Yes yes, it is very disappointing,, "
[ He sat in the corner of the nook, patting the spot next to him with one of his lower arms ]
" Take a seat my dear, relax some. What'd you bring with you? "
[ He nodded, trying to remember how to breathe normally.
...oh shit, his art wasn't going to do the god nearly as much justice as he deserved.
'Yes, traveling was quite alright. Just a bit of a shock to see how little a pound gets you nowadays.' ]
" Oh just a simple box, my dear. "
[ Creativity smiled, taking Jameson's hand and closing the door behind him.
He kept his wings folded behind himself, leading the other to the reading nook. ]
" I hope your travel was alright? "
[ Jameson jumped a bit, bowing his head as he sheepishly smiled.
'God of Creativity.. it's been quite a while.'
He stepped inside of the cabin, glancing over at the table.
'What is that?' ]
[ He noticed the balls of lighth almost immediately, picking at his nails nervously.
He tightened his hold on his bag, full of art and writing that had Tivy as his muse. Hopefully it wasn't insulting, being mused by a mortal artist.
Well, here goes nothing.
He approached +
[ He would, in fact, mind!
He minds a lot!
He carefully shut the front door, slipping on a face mask before walking towards the train station.
If he was out of London by the morning, he'd be fine. ]
[ 'You're too emotional when you try to sew. Your hands will shake with anger or sadness or excitement and you mess the stitches up.'
He grabbed the sleeve back, sewing a quick heart onto part of it before letting it go. ]