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[featheryasshole]

DAS RULES
✔ Comment with a journal of a character you've thought of apping as though they are already in the game
✔ Tag around with new and old characters
✔ App all those characters
✔ ???
✔ PROFIT!
✔ This meme robbed from Ataraxion!

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[tenoroftheskies]

[The scowl fades. She doesn't look guilty. She does not look guilty screw you.] I will not.

[Not 'I don't want to' because she DOESN'T CARE YOU WEIRD FUTURE PERSON.]

[suitable]

[ Yeah huh. Sure thing, princess.

C: ]

All right then. What do you say to dinner?

[tenoroftheskies]

The sustenance of this place is foul. [Grumblemutter.]

[suitable]

No, it's just varied from whatever woodland critters there were to spear over a fire in the Wood. You haven't tried pizza yet.

[tenoroftheskies]

[WOOPS THERE'S THAT GOOD OLE SCOWL AGAIN.] We are hardly so uncivilized.

....What is pizza.

[suitable]

[ Shock. Also teasing? Maybe teasing. ] Maybe some of you.

Pizza's a taste of my own corner of civilization. [ Leaving it at that. He knows you be curious, Princess. ]

[tenoroftheskies]

[She lifts her chin and glares.] Any knight of my Court should know better.

[Wait he isn't of her Court CRAP NO NOT ACKNOWLEDGING THAT BOND.]

...In any case. [Brushing off her dress.] I suppose we all must suffer through the unfamiliar from time to time.

[AKA TAKE HER TO YOUR 'PIZZA', MORTAL.]

[suitable]

[ HA TOO LATE. WINNING. ] Too right. You put out a decent enough spread that I shouldn't complain. [ Minus how he didn't trust to eat ANY OF IT. But that's. Something else. And not mentioning it. ]

I'll take that as a yes? [ Starting to walk out of the Junkyard for some random pizzeria in Kurzweil doo de doo. ]

[tenoroftheskies]

[She'll be just behind him, acting like she totally meant to let him lead the way.] I have little choice.

[suitable]

[ Sure, sure. Whateverrrrrr you saaaaaaay. ]

There's always a choice. [ As any fae should know.

And then tada - they are at a robot-run pizzeria. Brb snagging a table. ]

[tenoroftheskies]

[She's uncomfortable with him being right. He needs to stop that. Right now. She, meanwhile, is going to snag herself one of those robots and force it to pieces with a few well-placed icicles. YOU GET YOUR PIZZA SHE'S BUSY.]

What is this creature?

[suitable]

[ He can't help the whole being right thing. It's Peter, after all. Goes with the love for deviled ham. ]

What's wh-- [ And oh, there's cold and his jaw just drops. Dashing to stop her, he doesn't lay a hand on her - just gets in between her and the robot. ] It's a robot, and I really wouldn't be doing that if I were you. The head honcho around here doesn't get too kindly when people play with its toys.