Mr. Misting

Miyako held back an yawn with a raised a hand to her mouth. "Mornin' princess."

Miyako absently noted the red strips. She'd seen weirder.

Dave lifted an eyebrow. "Most people would call it eating." Exaggerating the motion he bit into the apple again.

Dave picked up the other apple and bit into it. "Can you taste flavors with your mouth?" Dave asked, while trying to swallow the fruit.

Dave strolled over to the kitchen and rummaged around, looking for the salt and apples. After a moment he laid them out in front of Obsidian, eyes twinkling. "A mound of salt and apples, served."

"Ah! Why thank you very much. Lets go find some apples and salt, on me."

Dave watches with an amused expression.

Dave nodded. "I'll tell you who the rude people are. You can eat them all you want. And sure, I'll take my arm, but until we can fix it back onto my shoulder I'm not very attached to it." (Winks at camera. *Laugh track*)

"Oh, that." Dave frowned at his gushing arm stump. "My regeneration is nearly gone but I can probably grow back an arm in a year or two. Until then I can maybe fashion some kind of chain arm? But yes, we should probably apply some pressure and prevent my blood from ruining this lovely carpeting." Dave turned to Obsidian. "If you stop trying to eat me, we can go try and find you some apples and salt."

Dave barely held back a laugh as he rebutted Obsidian's comment. "Are you objectifying me?"

Dave waved him off. "Its not that bad. I'm fine. Also thank you for helping me with Obsidian." Dave turned to Obsidian. "Please refrain trying to eat more people, it is considered fairly rude."

Dave glanced down at the stump where an arm used to exist. "Hmm, that's a new one. Anyone happen to know where Nebula got the arm in the Christmas Special?"

Miyako nodded. Acolyte was good, she was to wrapped up in her own troubles to notice much else. She began to drift away from Hyron. Wait, would they think she didn't want to walk with them? She should probably walk with them. Miyako began to drift closer but paused. How would they take her walking with them? But didn't she want to walk with them? Right?!? Miyako folded her arms and stayed in the direct center of Acolyte and Hyron. Wait, why her hands sweaty? TIDES. Miyako could not wait until she figured out how to stab her emotions.

Miyako blushed furiously. She had made so many horrible choices while in the grip of emotions. "So, um, Acolyte. How are you doing?" Miyako said, smoothly derailing the conversation. @xinoehp512

"Hm. Weird." Miyako bumped her shoulder into them. "Thanks for saving me I guess." She mumbled.

Miyako shrugged. "Bit. Still feel like I'll fall over if I'm hit with a stiff breeze. Should feel good after I wake up more." Miyako grimaced. "Hopefully. And what's with that breath stuff you did yesterday?"

Dave chuckled. "No, that would fairly presumptuous of me. No one has worshiped me for a long time. Except maybe those few villages?" Dave blinked away his memories. "It is a fair enough comparison however."

"A god couldn't stop you?" Dave intoned.

Miyako belted her sword to her hip and followed the guard. @CalanoCorvus