π·οΈ: Oh boy...
Erika is a little in trouble now. Her own eyelids are starting to grow heavy. She begins to rest her head against Testament's and close her eyes completely.
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A soft, near inaudible groan receives her nudge, crimson eyes flitting open as they shift languidly upright in the seat beside her. It is only after theyβve regained their bearings that they emit a hushed β apologies β before their heavy lids fall closed once again.
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π·οΈ: !!
... She doesn't know what to do... If someone else sleeps, it will make her sleepy too. Erika gently nudges Testament, not wanting to wake them up so roughly.
π·οΈ: Ouch... π§
Young isn't exactly the term. Erika pouts and sets the delicious tea aside for a moment, taking her notebook out and writting down:
π: "I'm in my 20's, actually."
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Noting their mild mannered guestβs perceptible satisfaction upon having sampled her tea as served, the reaper emits an amused chuckle.
β No embellishments then .α£ Such refinement, β They hum approvingly, β Especially for someone so young . . β
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π·οΈ: Erika noticed the two, and holds the tea in her hand, she looks back at them and nods okay with a shy smile.
She gently blows on the tea before taking a sip. Her eyes widened softly to the taste and she looked very, very delighted. Erika likes this tea as perfect as it is.
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A generously poured cup of aromatic herbal tea is placed into her hands by a cyan-colored humanoid, their magenta twin proffering a small dish containing sugar cubes and matching creamer.
β Do help yourself to as much as you desire. Thereβs plenty to go around. β
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If the reaper is in anyway displeased they neglect to show it, an unruffled grin on their face as their twin succubi serve their new guest a cup.
β Milk and sugar for you .α£ β Queries a dulcet, resonant voice befitting of such an elegant, self-possessed being.
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The reaper is pouring themselves a cup of aromatic herbal tea to start their day off right. βοΈ
Would ( * ππ½π πππΆπΉππ ) care to join them this dreary, spring morning .α£
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