★ Three ★
Miss Elizabeth, I thank you for accompanying me the other night. Your company was most enjoyable and you seem to have taught this demon a few things about the spirit of the holidays.
If you ever wish for someone's company again, I am more than willing to--what is that.
It's an enormous rose! It reminds me of a Flora Beast, minus the talking, androgynous humanoid body. It is gorgeous. Could someone here have actually given me a gift? At home, I wouldn't be surprised by this, but did not think I had made friends close enough yet to--it's eating all my roses.
The gift is beautiful, but why is it eating all of the normal roses? I have never seen such hunger before! It's cleaned out my room of all the flowers I have left in it, petal and all.
...Why do I get the distinct feeling it's looking at me now?
Now, now, I don't actually have any roses with me which is an utter lie so no need to come near me--IT HAS MY LEG.
If it is a battle you wish for, flower monster, then you will have one you will surely regret in no time, assuming you're capable enough to survive.
It's a flower; why in the world is it producing slobber? This is disgusting.
MAO!
I swear upon my name, if this is your idea of a practical joke, I will be expecting compensation.
Until then.
En garde, flower beast!
If you ever wish for someone's company again, I am more than willing to--what is that.
It's an enormous rose! It reminds me of a Flora Beast, minus the talking, androgynous humanoid body. It is gorgeous. Could someone here have actually given me a gift? At home, I wouldn't be surprised by this, but did not think I had made friends close enough yet to--it's eating all my roses.
The gift is beautiful, but why is it eating all of the normal roses? I have never seen such hunger before! It's cleaned out my room of all the flowers I have left in it, petal and all.
...Why do I get the distinct feeling it's looking at me now?
Now, now, I don't actually have any roses with me which is an utter lie so no need to come near me--IT HAS MY LEG.
If it is a battle you wish for, flower monster, then you will have one you will surely regret in no time, assuming you're capable enough to survive.
It's a flower; why in the world is it producing slobber? This is disgusting.
MAO!
I swear upon my name, if this is your idea of a practical joke, I will be expecting compensation.
Until then.
En garde, flower beast!