Welcome to my bathroom. Please make yourself at home. I assure you, you will sustain no long term damage from your stay. Now. Wouldn’t you like to take a soak in my lovely bathtub?
Isn’t that comfortable! What’s that? You like my wallpaper? I’m so glad!
I went to great lengths to acquire it. You see, they haven’t made this color in centuries. But don’t worry, i made sure this is genuine.
Now, would you like a cup of tea? You can pick a glass from my personal collection!
Green is such a stunning color, isn’t it? I’m so glad this space is getting some use. Well, I think it’s time for you to take your leave. How are you feeling? Relaxed? I’m so glad. Feel free to come back any time you like. I have health conditions that make it unable for me to be in this room for more than a few minutes at a time, and I’d truly hate for it to go to waste. Goodbye, then!
Vet!Yuu: (Holding out a harness) Epel is getting harness trained.
Vil: What happened while I was gone?
Vet!Yuu: His instincts got the best of him. With his horse beastmen instincts being so new to him his reactions are uncontrollable. He saw Jack in his wolf form and kicked him hard enough to actually cause a large bruise. Horses instinctively attack canines, if Epel was a donkey it would would been worse. I had to x-ray Jack and get him in a splint and Leona is about to lose his shit. Epel needs training now and it's going to be your job to control him.
Vil: By the seven, this is a mess. I'm guessing he's not going to like this.
Vet!Yuu: He's going to hate it. But you are the lead mare, tell him how to behave. If he kicks you kick him, if he bites you kick him again. You teach him how he should walk, how he should talk, and teach him manners. He's a hard-headed colt right now and needs to be put on a lead until he calms down.
(Nothing like foals kicking everything and getting punished by mom)
You’re a demon. One day, you’re summoned into a living room, and an exhausted woman quickly rambles about needing to get to work and being unable to find a sitter before flying out the door. Now, you stand in your summoning circle, a toddler staring wide eyed at you.
The villain has won. You and your friends lay, exhausted and defeated at his feet as the ritual is completed and the dark god summoned. You are no less stupefied when all that appears is a sticky note bearing the words, “yeah, sorry guys. Apocalypse cancelled. Just not feeling it anymore.”
The villain has won. You and your friends lay, exhausted and defeated at his feet as the ritual is completed and the dark god summoned. You are no less stupefied when all that appears is a sticky note bearing the words, “yeah, sorry guys. Apocalypse cancelled. Just not feeling it anymore.”