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“That’s very nice sir. Let me guess: A descendant of one of the old kings of Scotland before the Acts of Union?”

“Very nice to meet you too, sir. Is your family royalty?” Please say yes. Mother will never let me marry somebody without royal blood. Even though she married Father, who was just a random middle-class guy.

Stitch climbs out of his ship and roasts a piece of mushroom by putting it on a rock by a fire after squeezing the juice out of it.

“Barnet, actually, on the outskirts of this city, in Middlesex.”

“Scotland! I went up there once, with my father when my mother was away, visiting her family back in Hapsburg. She would never have let me, she would think that it was ‘too much excitement for a young girl!’ But it wasn’t, wasn’t at all. No, I had a wonderful trip there. It is just a wonderful country, so wonderful. Very cold.”

“Nobody can control that. It’s random who’s chosen for the games.”

All of a sudden, the bullets from Stitch’s ship abruptly stop.

“Hello,” Aubrey says. “I am Aubrey Wyndham, and my mother is Princess Clara II of Lüneburg. You are?”

“That doesn’t show smartness. It shows…something else. Something that made him commit suicide. Whatever that was.”

“You don’t know that!” Dumb Bob yelled. “All you did was try to kill him!”

Aubrey blushes upon seeing the newcomer enter the ball. His muscular build, his bright hair, his disheveled clothing, how depressed he was…he just seemed so attractive. But she couldn’t just tell him that. Definitely not. That would be taboo. But she still approached his table and dropped her necklace—golden, with a diamond on the end—under it. “Excuse me, sir,” she said. “I am looking for a necklace that I accidentally dropped. I think it rolled under your table, but I cannot bend over with how big this dress is,” Aubrey gestured to the large poofy thing covering her legs, “could you please pick it up for me?”

I had wanted to have two characters, and this is an idea that I had for the other one:

“Ugh. White chocolate. Humanity’s worst creation. Besides pinecones.”

“Oh. Okay.” Itsuki sits back down, satisfied until he finds that he missed the chair completely and lands on the ground. “Hey!” he says. “Who moved my chair that’s drilled into the ground?!” @Ookla the Prehistoric @Ookla the Believer

“All I know is that I’m not eating any more pinecones!”

Apostrophes for the strong!!!! For we’re the most punctuationally correct people in existence and we don’t and won’t tolerate this behavior!

*’Tis fun

“I think that to get the best flavor out of pinecones, people could just not eat them.”

“I love interdimensional massacre.“ - @Ookla the Prehistoric

“Not at all. They taste like…like pinecones. Absolutely disgusting.”

“Fighting…that’s a good idea.” In the back of his mind, Itsuki realizes that he’s drunk, but doesn’t care. Because who is this Asylum to insult Vinette?! Vinette…. Itsuki almost sits down at the thought of her. Love doesn’t need fighting. In fact, love is so much better than fighting. Love is all you need. And what would Vinette have wanted for me to do? “Go beat them up!” says Itsuki’s drunken imagining of Vinette. Oh yeah, she always loved fighting. I guess I have to listen to her, then. Itsuki stands up. “Asylum? Come here.” @Ookla of whimsy @Ookla the Believer