* - VERY SERIOUS RIP VINE SENTENCE STARTERS There’s too much to think about instead – not moving around too much, being polite, and, most recently, resisting the urge to shake it like a polaroid picture. You, ice cold, alright alright.” They hum a bit of the song, unaware of their rancid breath. They had heard a few stories about the dread Arcane Wizards, ancient elementals, but this one was just as nice as the other two.Įven if they seemed uncomfortable, it was more than excusable by now, considering their new accessory. They tug gently again, slowly making progress. “Can’t help what we are.” It’s hard to understand them, but their gruff, reassuring tone is clear enough. "i’d try to fix this myself, but…heat exchange is bellroc’s art, not mine.“ a quiet, half-nervous laugh. he’s reasonably sure he knows at least two parties who would laugh, but he also knows those parties are hardly unbiased. you’re made of stone, and i’m…colder than most.” is this a joke? he’s not entirely sure. “…thank you?” he winces, at how uncertain he sounds.
#Ahh fuck i cant believe youve done this how to
None of which means he has the first clue how to do so. (bellroc would have warned him, surely? … surely.) in fact, they seem like they’re trying very carefully not to do so. a very, very long time ago.īut 7up doesn’t seem like they’re trying to eat him. of course he knows what some trolls would think, of the taste of-something he used to be. Skrael shoots them…what he hopes is not a look of obvious concern. “Sorry,” they say around their big pink tongue, and try to tug a little without making Skrael fall over. “You taste good?” It’s the best they could offer for now, as there was a bit more melting to do before 7up could pull themselves free.įlamekeeperbellroc flamekeeperbellroc: skrael Doubly so when they’re three times your size. They are, of course, ignorant to their general smell, much less what their breath smells like, but 7up knows how little fun it is to have a hanger-on. it’s nice enough out, it shouldn’t take long.”ħUp isn’t half as embarrassed as Skrael is over the situation – but that doesn’t mean they have no shame. that it’s mostly from baby mephits, all of them so small their eyes haven’t fully opened, he thinks, is neither here nor there. “this happens more often than you might think,” he admits, in what he hopes is something… resembling reassurance. not even ungenuine! only-he’s self-conscious, suddenly ( absurdly) and doesn’t want to think too hard on what it must look like on him. When their eyes meet, skrael…forces a small smile. this is one of bellroc’s friends, they mean you no harm if you’re rude, it will reflect far worse on them than it ever will on you. Don’t make a face, he thinks, trying desperately not to panic at the bigness and the closeness and the- 7up-ness, of the situation.
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