| Zynoa_Stargold |
 98 F |
| From the area that she (Zynoa) was located, she treaded towards Tomoe, stopping within arms length. "Son, I was thinking that we should head back to the Inn tonight. We can always come back, but I miss being there." |
| TayIor_ |
15 F |
| Desire to see your sad salami, I’ll clean this crap up..” |
| TayIor_ |
15 F |
| “Dude go to the Fncking bathroom or something to change, I have no .c |
| Zynoa_Stargold |
98 F |
| "I'm not exposing my junk!" The NPC chef bailfully protested. |
| TayIor_ |
15 F |
| She shook her head before grabbing a mop and a lot of paper towels |
| TayIor_ |
15 F |
| “Dude if you got burning hot stuff on your pants, Take em off Einstein!!” |
| Zynoa_Stargold |
98 F |
| The NPC held his hands aloft as if that would solve something, which he knew it wouldn't. Unable to speak from sheer panic. |
| Tomoe_ |
105 M |
| *The boy exits the wheeled train Baba Yaga, Slowly descending the rungs to the ground, Tilting his head to glance about with fox like audits folded back atop his silver-white crown* |
| TayIor_ |
15 F |
| “You good there chief?” She said as she tried not to laugh, “Need help?” |
| Zynoa_Stargold |
98 F |
| The interior of the kitchen looked bleak. A crockpot lay rocking slightly on it's side on the floor with the contents splattered on the cupboards, to the floor, on the main NPC chefs shoes and pants still steaming hot. |
