...... Ah. Not the weirdest thing.
Fear is a natural response in the body.
Darling, I grew up where people walk into a dollar tree after skinning a deer and haven't changed. Ya ain't that scary.
Compliments? Yeah... I understand that...
But I promise ys I mean them genuinely.
Hm? If I made ya uncomfortable, ya can tell me. That wasn't my intention.
You're welcome...
A cute girl deserves compliments right?
[They like bunnies]
Probably because of the super cute bunny mask!
It's a song... That people quote. It's weird.
Sweets for the tailor~
(ɪ’ᴍ ɪɴꜱɪᴅᴇ)
(ɪ’ᴍ ɪɴꜱɪᴅᴇ)
(ɪ’ᴍ ɪɴꜱɪᴅᴇ)
(ɪ’ᴍ ɪɴꜱɪᴅᴇ)
(ɪ’ᴍ ɪɴꜱɪᴅᴇ)
ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴏɢ ʟɪꜰᴛᴇᴅ ᴀꜱ ɪ ᴄʀᴀᴡʟᴇᴅ ᴅᴇꜱᴘᴇʀᴀᴛᴇʟʏ ᴏᴜᴛ. ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴜɴᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴇʟᴇᴍᴇɴᴛꜱ ꜰɪᴛ ᴡᴇʟʟ ᴛᴏɢᴇᴛʜᴇʀ. ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀɪɴ ᴏᴠᴇʀʟᴀᴘꜱ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ.
FGO OC, Penned by Lumin. ⬇️
ᴬˢ ᵉᵛᵉʳʸᵗʰⁱⁿᵍ ʰᵃˢ ˢᵖᵃʳᵏᵉᵈ ᵃⁿᵈ ⁱᵍⁿⁱᵗᵉᵈ
ᴬⁿᵈ ᴵ ᶜᵃⁿ ˢᵉᵉ ʸᵒᵘʳ ˢᵐⁱˡᵉ, ᵈᵉˡⁱᵍʰᵗᵉᵈ
ᴮᵉʸᵒⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ⁿⁱᵍʰᵗˢ ᴵ ʷᵃⁿᵗᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᶜʳʸ ⁱˢ ʷʰᵉʳᵉ ᴵ ᵐᵉᵗ ʸᵒᵘ
ᴬⁿᵈ ᴵ ᵖʳᵃʸᵉᵈ
ᴮᵉˡⁱᵉᵛᵉʳ
They're taking the tissues before just face planting.
Drags themself out of bed... They are wrapped in like 27 blankets. The tailor has gotten sick...
〝 Really? 〞
〝 Leo... I ain't got no interest in sex. It's just not my cup of tea. 〞
〝 Good luck... see ya around. 〞
〝 Nah, I don't really think that. I just don't get why ya are bein' so forthcomin' 'n wantin' to understand... just stick around long enough, ya will meet Rumple sooner or later. 〞
〝 And how do you interp it? Because this is what I meant. 〞
They sigh and rest their head on his shoulder, content at the moment.
〝 Yeah no... I still don't trust it. 〞
〝 Like I said before... This place is freezing. Why don't ya warm me up? 〞
They smirk, moving to wrap their arms around Leo's neck with a hum.
〝 Ya sure about that? 〞
〝 .... Ya are fishing for information, ain't ya? 〞
James raises and eye brow, crossing their arms over chest and staring at him.
〝 Why should I disclose that to ya, when we've just met. 〞
〝 Overworked, tired, my eyebags aren't bags their suitcases...
Yeah. 'm the epitome of model material. There's a reason I design 'n y'all wear my works. 〞
〝 Huh? Ya look like the cat who's watching the canary now. 〞
The tailor tilts their head at him.
〝 Than who are you calling models, mister Model man. 〞
They pout, putting their hands on their hips.
〝 An imp would be quieter than what I have to deal with... 〞
They pat their pockets before pulling out a spool of gold thread and holding it out to him.
〝 I think the tale true... 〞
〝 I mean... Yeah my family may be apart of that story, but I don't think so...
Hm... i think everyone dreams and death is just a very long dream. 〞
