[ Ah, what a fool Solomon is to believe Mithra will sit. Instead, he squats in front of the cherry pie and sticks his grubby ass fingers right into it, and shovels a handful into his mouth.
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This is good. [ He says, his mouth absolutely chock full of cherry pie, bits of cherry now all over his mouth and down his nice suit, making him look like he really did just sink his teeth into a boar.
With absolutely no consequence. ]
Oh, that. [ He says still with his mouth full, hands dirty. Fork? Don't know her. ] You feel like that guy. Ah, I forgot his name. [ he's going in for a third handful do you stop him ] But your magic is different and you're way weaker than him so you're probably not related to him.
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And another. ]
This is good. [ He says, his mouth absolutely chock full of cherry pie, bits of cherry now all over his mouth and down his nice suit, making him look like he really did just sink his teeth into a boar.
With absolutely no consequence. ]
Oh, that. [ He says still with his mouth full, hands dirty. Fork? Don't know her. ] You feel like that guy. Ah, I forgot his name. [ he's going in for a third handful do you stop him ] But your magic is different and you're way weaker than him so you're probably not related to him.