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[fearson]

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un: Tribos

[balloontiful]

Hi there, Dei!

It's me, Tribbie! I wanted to let you know that I'm saving money for a house for all the heirs! Do you want to help out?

un: fig.stew 1/2

[fearson]

Of course I can help. I'll start taking on more quests.

[ And... get a job? Probably not until he can open his own cafe ope. ]

2/2

[fearson]

Thank you for looking out for us, Lady Tribios.

[balloontiful]

Oh no, you don't have to do that! I wouldn't want to put more pressure on you! Besides, I think Snowy and Cassie are helping too!

And not at all! I only want what is best for all of us!

[fearson]

It's no pressure. I like taking on the quests.

We should all be pitching in equal amounts anyway. If we don't, you know the Deliverer will take on everything by himself.

[balloontiful]

I am aware. I already asked him and he seems like he wants to do everything by himself.

I told him that I was planning on getting a job so we can work together to get a house.

[fearson]

[ She obviously can't see it, but Mydei is rolling his eyes. That man is too predictable.

But - despite just saying they should all pitch in equally, he is just as horrified at the thought of Tribbie getting a job. ]

You do not need to do that.

[balloontiful]

But I want to! I can't let you, Snowy, and Cassie do all the work!

[She can handle a job just fine!!]

[fearson]

[ She is fully capable! In fact, she is probably the most capable of having a job out of all of them. It just doesn't feel right. She's been alive for so long, and done so much for the flame chase journey and all of them - hasn't Tribbie done enough? ]

You can, actually. [ listen to your father ] But if you find something you like... I suppose. I can't stop you.

[balloontiful]

It's more that I don't want you all to do the work. It just wouldn't be fair when I'm not doing anything.

[Because even for as old as she is, she still wants to do her part!!]

text | un: Castorice (nsfw in subject matter but they aint about to sext)

[chrysolis]

[ They're still talking on Sinder, but after receiving this reply, she has to ask: ]

Forgive me for asking such a strange question, but. Would it be alright if I mentioned you were my first? Someone just asked me about it

text; un: fig.stew

[fearson]

[ Who the fuck ]

If you're comfortable talking about it, yes. Don't feel pressured to answer to anyone's whims.

[chrysolis]

[ he attacc... but he also attacc (to protecc) ]

I don't mind talking about it. [ She might just melt as a result of all her blushing!!! It's FINE!!!!!!!! ] But I wanted to be sure you would be comfortable with me mentioning your name in that context.

delivery | putting this in your inbox bc it's objectively funnier (forward dated)

[twofacedlight]

[ The lion does not receive a Yuletide gift from the temptress. But a few days after the 25th, he will find a letter left in his mailbox. It's addressed to him, but the name is typed, and there's no return address to be seen.

As for the contents of the letter? Well. It's actually just an envelope full of glitter that'll explode in his face if he's not careful. But even if he manages to avoid a face full of glitter, there's still quite the mess to clean up.

Enjoy! ♥ ]

un: saintpudding, backdated to the day he got back from his canon update with the team

[eighthday]

[He's sending Mydei a picture of this. It's on a table, in a basket, and is wearing a blankie.]

?

[Also.]

I find myself half-wondering if I laid this.

[Where did it come from!!!]

[fearson]

[ What. Sunday, you're supposed to be the one with the braincell. ]

It seems. Big.

[eighthday]

It's huge. Here.

[A second picture with a mug for scale. Check out this giant egg.]

As you can see, it's a formidable egg. Why is there an egg? Who goes around leaving eggs in apartments when they're not around?

[fearson]

So you didn't lay it. Can you even lay eggs?

[eighthday]

Absolutely not, but you would be appalled to hear about the sorts of things that can happen when dreamers are sufficiently drunk and have enough memoria swirling about them.

While I had mixed feelings about some of the power I eventually came into, I was grateful that disentangling those sorts of messes were no longer under my purview.

[fearson]

[ Okay, Mydei feels his eyes glaze over trying to read all of that. ]

Right.

So the egg. What are you going to do with it?

[eighthday]

[Why does it feel like his unskippable cutscene just got skipped.]

I don't know?

[fearson]

[ Mydei's a lore skipper..... ]

It looks like a dromas egg. It may hatch if you incubate it?

Or you could cook it.

[ NO!!!! ]

1/???

[eighthday]

What would even hatch from this egg???

2/???

[eighthday]

Can you even eat it? Is it even edible? Despite being an egg, not all eggs are equally edible.

We're not getting anywhere with this.

NSFW

[abnormalizes]

[Evangeline's house's most distinguishing feature is not monster or sex related, though she does have a couple of decorations in those lines. Rather, it's that she has so many books. She has a bunch of bookcases just in the living room and those are so full that she's had to stack more books on top of them.

She spent a few minutes considering an outfit that would fit 'cute, easy to take off, a little sexy but not tits out yet' and eventually selected a blue butterfly twist sweater and black pants. That's what she answers the door in, greeting Mydei with a smile.]

Come in, make yourself at home.