Ne’ik picked up the last piece of the flowerpot. “I fell and broke the table,” he told Elya. “Is there a dumpster or something I can put the pieces in?”
Mister Kindly, the adorable abomination (not), you'd better finish potion-making, or else I might just cause another new potato pie explosion extravaganza occurrence.
Changed my profile picture to the OG Lift & Shardfork. I know I change it a lot (the previous one was just for the holiday season ) but I’ll try to stick with this for the foreseeable future.
also my friend and I did finish the cake yesterday but she hasn’t sent me the picture she took yet :<
Velen sighed. Why is he doing this? “Well, he’s either a maniac, or he’s trying to gain my trust somehow.” Velen shot a glance at Khusa. “I think both, though for the latter, he’ll find that a little bit harder than he expected.”
Ne’ik stood up, wincing slightly at the pain in his leg. He turned around, looking at the broken table and flowerpot - dirt and splinters were all over the floor - and sighed. He got down on his hands and knees and began to pick it up.