Going on a wraithhunt, going to catch a naughty one... Eight for preference
Vanyon: oh, woe upon my vampiric angst. Hmm. There was this very nice young lady down by Ethring...
Thuringwethil: *smacks*
Vanyon: ow, dear
Thuringwethil: *growls* Honestly dear you could *try* to be a little bit monogamous
Vanyon: My love, if I were to hand you a branch of grapes would you limit yourself to just one?
Thuringwethil: *grudging look*
See? My love always bows to my superior logic eventually.
We will just not note that she followed with: "Fine...go have all the grapes you like... but don't expect me to stick to grapes if your going to go about gorging yourself"
The idea is just a fanciful notion.
And now, to find my poor lost pet. I do so miss him.
Thuringwethil: *smacks*
Vanyon: ow, dear
Thuringwethil: *growls* Honestly dear you could *try* to be a little bit monogamous
Vanyon: My love, if I were to hand you a branch of grapes would you limit yourself to just one?
Thuringwethil: *grudging look*
See? My love always bows to my superior logic eventually.
We will just not note that she followed with: "Fine...go have all the grapes you like... but don't expect me to stick to grapes if your going to go about gorging yourself"
The idea is just a fanciful notion.
And now, to find my poor lost pet. I do so miss him.