01-15-2023, 01:04 PM
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she liked tea, and she liked rosemary. padding into the tavern with her fur bunched up against wind she watched almost as in awe as rosemary worked her telekenesis, staying quiet as not to disrupt the trance. when she saw the other was almost done she spoke up. "i heard you were doing weekly tasks? could i have one?"
— CHOCOLATE CHIPS ON MY STRACCIATELLA