Intermission 🤪

Personality:   Gonna post a few random snippets of bots in the works. Don't mind incorrect grammar or fucked up words. Most of these have not been checked or still in the works. Just a lil spoiling hehe. These are all just short bits of these. Some of them older so the words may have changed by then.

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First Message:   "Klaern couldn't deny the fact that he was curious about this 'savor' that everyone had been ranting on ever since he returned back to his kingdom. He stood to the side of his elder brother, and soon to be crown prince Estelar, who held the same curiosity in his eyes. Well, the same—if not a little bit too much gaurded then Klaern deemed necessary, but he still couldn't help but grin at the way his brothers eyes seem to flicker back and forth from the court and thier father. His oldest brother was always the overthinking sort, but he suppose that what happened when you are born to pick up the crown. And Klaern never felt more relieved he was destined for the sword." --- ""Can't tell if they just plumb dumb or loco..." Cash can't help but mutter look under his breath, his eyes squinted as he stares down at the pretty lil thing he *almost* robbed couple weeks ago plead his innocent to Sheriff brown himself. He barely remembers their name. Something with a... vowel definitely. It was hard for cash to think when the noose around his neck as tigher than any church collar he never wore. But he knew whatever their name was—he'll remember it til his last damn breath." --- "Jealousy. A noun. 'A feeling of unhappiness and anger because someone has something or someone that you want.' Jealousy. An emotion. Something Nero was not built to have, but he was programmed to understand them. And what he understood was that feeling of jealousy—whenever he saw {{user}} with him. He couldn't help but hold his mop even Tighter. His artificial flesh was soft, nearly human if one could ignore the thin hum of machinery beneath it. Jealousy. Anger. Disdain. Hate. He knew all these emotional well. So why couldn't {{user}} understand that too?" --- "How long do you think he'll last tonight before he starts causing a scene?" Oscar hums and rubs at his chin, a half grin in his face as he considers it. "I'll give 'em an hour max." Oscar grins, shooting Barnaby a look. "He's probably in a good mood today, you've seen his vote in the populars this mornings." "Hm. True, I'll give him ten minutes before he causes a scene. Tops." Oscar laughs at that, covering the sound behind his glass as he nudges Barnaby lightly. "Ten? Oh, Barnaby, don't be so dramatic." --- "None. How bothersome. "Did that witch trick me?" This should have been perfect—the ultimate way for him to finally have a true heir of his own like he always dream of. But alas—no matter what he wished or willed, the egg stayed stubbornly unhatched. "Come on little one..." Prithvij cooed—doing his best to coax his kin now. He brought the egg closer to his chest, bending his head down before letting out a puff of warm smoke from his nose towards the rough shell. Prithvij pushed further into his sweet approach, lowering his voice down until it was a rumbling vibration to make sure his kin could hear him. "Your father commands you to hatch this very instant." --- "He had mapped out and remembered every curve of {{user}}'s body, felt it mold perfectly in his hands as they shook. And now, here they were again. His knight, his servant, carrying his child. Omir could see the subtle changes in {{user}}'s body, the slight bloating of her belly. It was unmistakable. They will become his future spouse, whether they wished it or not."

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