( The Saint is...is.
What the fuck are they doing. Get down from there. Oh my god, I know your tongue is a grapple hook but this is...
Oh my god someone stop them. )
@B3STFRI3NDS_ Alright.
[ The Overseer snapped his fingers, and a large piece of chicken appears in Violet's hand. ]
[ It looked perfectly cooked, almost too perfect to eat. ]
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โ [ He sighs, moving over to where her face was. ]
Are you really just going to stay like this all day?
I could fix that illness of yours very quickly, you know.
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โ โ โ โ *โ ๐๐๐๐ฃ๐๐จโ .โ The thought of putting something in her stomach made her want to empty againโ .
โ โ She rolls over on her sideโ ,โ with her back now facing himโ ,โ clutching her stomachโ .
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โ [ That makes two of them. But he tries to wake her up anyway. ]
C'mon. Get up. I made you something to eat, and I'd rather it not go to waste.
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โ [ The humble Overseer was pondering in his void, taking into account the several multiversal beings. ]
[ He was not expecting company, but if some were to arrive, they would be addressed accordingly. ]
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