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Fantasy The World of Engranussia (Closed)

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Graham squinted before snickering. "I should be worried, but I love you too much to ask. "

Reaver kept his innocent smile, leaning his head against Graham's bicep. "Good, gooooooood..." He snickered.
 
"shotgun. Resembles my time in war. "

"Very well. Ree, y' want me to put you out of yer misery the same way?"

"Blast me apart like yer shootin' crohws in tha back yarrd." Reaver thickened his accent just for that, smirking when Adrian snickered.
 
"Very well. Ree, y' want me to put you out of yer misery the same way?"

"Blast me apart like yer shootin' crohws in tha back yarrd." Reaver thickened his accent just for that, smirking when Adrian snickered.
Graham kissed his cheek snickering as well. "Yup, definitely more dorkier than me."
 
"Yup! Whatever you want is your prize. "

Reaver looked off to give the impression that he was pondering before looking back to Graham, softly poking his cheek. "I pick you."

"I fucking swear, yer cheesy enough t' be sold as yer own brand." Adrian rolled his eyes.

"I'm gonna take that as a compliment towards my uniqueness."
 
Reaver looked off to give the impression that he was pondering before looking back to Graham, softly poking his cheek. "I pick you."

"I fucking swear, yer cheesy enough t' be sold as yer own brand." Adrian rolled his eyes.

"I'm gonna take that as a compliment towards my uniqueness."

"Cheesy, dorky, and rolls off the insults like nothing, i am absolutely down to be your present."
 
"Awww, you're so sweet, Rea." He snickered, hugging back.

"It's the sweet truth, Sugar Beah, the sweet truth." Reaver beamed, yelping when Adrian threw the rolled up newspaper their way. Half to stop the sappiness, the other half to do this;

"Look at the fucking main article."
 
"It's the sweet truth, Sugar Beah, the sweet truth." Reaver beamed, yelping when Adrian threw the rolled up newspaper their way. Half to stop the sappiness, the other half to do this;

"Look at the fucking main article."

Graham kissed his babe's head. "Y'should do what the crybaby says."
 
Graham kissed his babe's head. "Y'should do what the crybaby says."

Reaver pouted for a moment, only to smile as Graham kissed his head. "Let's see why the Hel ya need t' be so angryyy." He unrolled the newspaper, taking a look. "Is it the free beef one? It's circled."

"No, the one with the large Valhalla Day tree picture." Adrian replied, Reaver raising his brow as he looked to the article.

"King Adrian Alaois Expected To Host Valhalla Day Celebration In Town." Reaver tilted his head before looking to Adrian. "Y' really gonna go all 'bah humbug' this year?"

"Check the date and time."

Reaver squinted, looking down to the info. "It's in three nights. So wha--? Ooooooh..."

"It's like a werewolf hunting invite in disguise." Adrian headtabled again. "I can't go a godsdamned night without a hunt. It's not physically possible. And with people watching. Just kill me now."
 
Reaver pouted for a moment, only to smile as Graham kissed his head. "Let's see why the Hel ya need t' be so angryyy." He unrolled the newspaper, taking a look. "Is it the free beef one? It's circled."

"No, the one with the large Valhalla Day tree picture." Adrian replied, Reaver raising his brow as he looked to the article.

"King Adrian Alaois Expected To Host Valhalla Day Celebration In Town." Reaver tilted his head before looking to Adrian. "Y' really gonna go all 'bah humbug' this year?"

"Check the date and time."

Reaver squinted, looking down to the info. "It's in three nights. So wha--? Ooooooh..."

"It's like a werewolf hunting invite in disguise." Adrian headtabled again. "I can't go a godsdamned night without a hunt. It's not physically possible. And with people watching. Just kill me now."

"Say you got sick then. Or that you are having a private meeting to go to. The crowd will understand, especially since you are the king."
 
"Say you got sick then. Or that you are having a private meeting to go to. The crowd will understand, especially since you are the king."

"They're still counting on me to go, though." Adrian mumbled into the table, Reaver reaching over to pat Adrian's head.

"You could always show up t' help set up during the day?"
 

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