#OC Mun is 19+
She hesitantly reached out and touched his chest armour, feeling the chassis.
"Isn't that uncomfortable? Ah, pay me no mind, I wanna hear your thoughts about the cup I've made for you."
She hesitantly reached out and touched his chest armour, feeling the chassis.
"Isn't that uncomfortable? Ah, pay me no mind, I wanna hear your thoughts about the cup I've made for you."
She would have to reach out to get a feel for wherever his hands are, patting the palm of his hands, getting a feel for where she could put her rather obvious gift.
"Your hands feel like pure iron and leather..."
" . . . "
Últa would play along however as he would shut his eyes.
"Alright.. they are shut."
He wasn't clear if she was able to tell if they were or weren't.. but better safe than sorry.
She would have to reach out to get a feel for wherever his hands are, patting the palm of his hands, getting a feel for where she could put her rather obvious gift.
"Your hands feel like pure iron and leather..."
"I do apologize sir, I hope I didn't leave as bitter of a review like that coffee."
Behind her was a hot smoke rising in the air and the smell of coffee beans.
"I do have a gift for you however. Close your eyes and hold out your hands."
"Oh! It's you.. that dragon who didn't like my coffee. What brings you here?"
He asked as he carefully placed the pencil down.
"I do apologize sir, I hope I didn't leave as bitter of a review like that coffee."
Behind her was a hot smoke rising in the air and the smell of coffee beans.
"I do have a gift for you however. Close your eyes and hold out your hands."
He sat in a tavern, sketching in his journal.
He planned on making his final tool soon.. it was a fishing rod.
"What kind of sweet is this?"
"What kind of sweet is this?"
"𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓰?"
"𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓰?"