@TamagoPost // Salam, penulis.
Apabila tak keberatan jika beberapa hal telah ditentukan, masuk dalam ranah crime-oc, bahkan bertagar DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT, NSFW, dan untuk sesama tuan, mari berdiskusi.
@TamagoPost // Salam, penulis.
Saya punya tawaran relasi dengan wajah yang telah ditentukan, asal yang telah ditentukan, dan hubungan yang telah ditentukan. Cukup terikat, tapi kamu punya kebebasan sendiri. Akan masuk ke dalam ranah DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT, NSFW. Sesama tuan.
@2DimensiMenfess Mata yang awalnya tertuju pada wajahmu segera mencari titik lain untuk jadi tempat persinggahan dan telah diputuskan titik lain tersebut adalah tangan yang sedang menggenggam sesuatu, “Itu— enak?”
@2DimensiMenfess “Something that can bring me back to my wife. Do you perhaps have something like that?” He does not ask for a grant potion, he asks for a specific one. The one who can help him dies and meets his beloved in the afterlife.
... and the full of delusion guy could have a little company.
"Come and sit at your designated seat, My Love. Let me help you so you can rest your wings for a bit," he puts out his index finger, waiting for the bird to hop on. @swallcws
@swallcws "What was that? A yes ── or a no?" the lines of smile changed to an open-mouthed laugh; he is humoring himself with more delusion than necessary, and even if it's a random bird, it won't be such a bad thing for both of them. The little guy could have an easy breakfast, ...
... a flyer right at his face and ends up waking him from his trance.
His hand catches the flyer sticking still on his face. His eyes were confused about why there was a flyer on his face before going back and catching the lady in trouble. "Is this yours?" @hertversa
@hertversa The man was minding his business, walking around mindlessly while trying to gather his thoughts after days of confining himself inside his house. At first, he does not notice the voices calling for him, asking for help to gather things, but another strong wind strikes ...
... bird ── forgetting his hot beverages, Elio can't help but smile at the little gifter, "So, you are the one who keeps bringing the flowers? I wonder, did you lose your way, or perhaps you're my dear wife who decides to check on me after a while." A little delusion of ...