Another Flower Blooms, Bolstered By Singing
Ok. This hadn’t been too bad. It helped that it was only their friends here, and even inebriated they all knew better than to bother handing Betsy a microphone.
Ok. This hadn’t been too bad. It helped that it was only their friends here, and even inebriated they all knew better than to bother handing Betsy a microphone.
“Huh. This is surreal.” Lance muttered, sword held ready - despite knowing that these demons being MADE of lust meant they couldn’t enter the barrier.
A mad alchemist learns his masterpiece has achieved an unheard-of development for an artificial lifeform - but not quite how he’d expected…
It was twelve minutes and eighteen seconds into Marco’s meandering series of increasingly tortured metaphors when Curt quizzically interjected “Are you saying you’re gay?”
“I don’t understand how you do that.” “What? I’ve always wanted to play a trombone.”