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It froths in thick r e d bubbles                          Bright and glistening                                         There is {power} to be found in death 

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"Oh, lots of them!" He nodded. "Let me think, I mentioned Sirens before... There's griffins and Minotaurs and wampyrs and, of course, dragons. I actually own a dragon's tooth, back at home. There are big scaly rabbits with sharp teeth and extra legs; talking spiders that stand nearly a foot tall and wear leaves as fancy hats; there's an entire city of people that have wings instead of arms and feathers where their hair ought to be! If you can imagine it, it probably exists, somewhere. It's a very big world, and anything can happen in a land far, far away. I once heard about a big rat-like creature with orange teeth and a flat tail that knocks down trees and blocks rivers. If that kind of thing can exist, surely a harpy isn't far fetched!" Jape didn't touch the grapes, nor the cider. Surely they weren't meant for him. He was just here to entertain and keep company, like always. "Do most elk have white antlers? Surely some of them are brunettes or redheads, hmm?"

Clownfish

       ╰♗╮ ⇢ Andrew merely hoped that no onlookers had seen such a thing - that they were too engrossed in their gossip and drinking to pay the boy and the jester any mind. Hands folded themselves in his lap now as he listened to the man talk about the supposed sea-elks. How very interesting! They were like mermaids — though not quite; considering he didn’t think mermaids of any subspecies could shed their tails to walk freely among land — though now he knew to look into it. With a smile gracing his features, the angelic creature nodded his head to show that he was listening to what was being told to him.           “They sound very lovely.” He commented — thanking the bartender after the cider and grapes had been brought. The angel plucked one from the stem, eating it with content and ensuring to chew and swallow before continuing to speak. “Augustus doesn’t have antlers like that. His are very white.” And were most times an obvious giveaway if not his body in entirety. It was why he assumed the creature was wandering about in his human form. “What other creatures do you know of, Jape?”

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Jape was about to stop him- to say he wouldn't have the money and shouldn't cause a problem, but there they were. Gold coins. More than enough for what he'd asked for. Jape didn't know what to say. He was a mere entertainer, a clown in a silly costume that had never earned having grapes and cider bought for him. He fumbled for words, but the smile put him at ease. Such bright teeth, so well shaped and never showing a harmful intent. This boy had to be something better than human.

"Oh, sea-elks! Well, they live in the ocean, of course. Their back two legs are just one big tail, like a fish, so they can swim easier. You'd expect that would make it impossible to go on land. But they don't much care what people think, and do it anyway, by shedding their skin like a snake and walking around looking like a regular elk. But you know they aren't, because their antlers are sort of greenish, and they smell like seaweed."

Clownfish

       ╰♗╮ ⇢ Andrew noticed the way the jester walked and couldn’t help but give forth a smile; wondering how it was that anyone could be cruel to such a delightful man. Or was he wrong to assume such a scarring had come from another? — no, he refused to think that the man would do something like that to himself; the thought more concerning than it was ever to be considered disturbing. Regardless he thought on it little as he wandered over and sat himself down in the available seating — adjusting his cloak so it wouldn’t drape and expose so ‘fancy pants’ which Jape mentioned quite a few times.         “Apple cider it is then.” He chirped up as he reached back underneath his cloak to look for that pouch of his; halting then as he looked about to try and garner the attention of the man whom had been put behind the bar. Andrew was given a skeptical look at first, but addressed regardless (though Jape seemed to be just of equal attention to the man). The boy asked for two apple ciders, as well as grapes should they have any — to which he then paid for with the gold coins he had been funded with. From then he looked back over to Jape, giving a wide smile. “Tell me more about the sea-elks?”

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Jape did as instructed, with an over-the-top strut as though the place belonged to him. He ignored the tougher looking travellers looking their way. By now, he was more than used to stares. He picked a spot at the bar with two open seats side-by-side and sat down at the further of the two. "This okay?" He asked, though he assumed it would be. What else would the boy have meant by 'counter'?

"I don't really get drinks here that much, so I don't know what's good. But cider is good, and apple is my favourite." Cider never got him into any trouble. In every pinch he'd been in, the breath and air had never smelled of cider.

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       ╰♗╮ ⇢ “I’m quite sure Augustus is a land-elk,” The boy chimed up, ” — because I’m pretty sure he doesn’t know how to swim.” Or he did, rather, he just preferred not to because it was much easier to maneuver when you could merely run across the surface of the water like some sort of messiah; or in Augustus’ case a sort of prophet and guide whom bore the Cross of Christ between his crown of antlers. Either way, really.           “I can’t imagine someone like you would do something that’d permit otherwise.” Andrew then chimed in as he followed Jape into the facility. Of course he fixed his cloak a bit so it hide more of his body; but he did lower his hood from his head then and looked about to see if he should see a head of silver hair. Upon seeing none which he could see where he stood — he then turned towards the Jester. “Now, lead the way to the counter?” It being rather late probably did mean a few sketchy faces were out and about; the thought enough to make Andrew a tad bit nervous but he knew to take care of himself otherwise he wouldn’t have been sent on his own.

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"Yes, but not a very good one. I do most of my acrobatting with eyelashes. It works much better for women, I've learned. Hardly seems fair, I do practice, but that's just life I suppose."

Again, he glanced below his feet. Again, he regretted it. Oh, this was going to be an awkward one to get out of. He smiled through the vertigo and swung his feet to make himself look comfortable. "Never seen a performer in the air? Neither have I! Just imagine the tricks I could do if I couldn't fall down!" His smile faltered a second. "Oh, but what if I wanted to fall down? Like falling asleep, or falling in love? Falling isn't always bad.They say we learn from falling. I'm not sure who says that, but I'm certain I've heard it somewhere." He was starting to feel a bit dizzy, just thinking about all this falling. Part of him said to take his own advice, fall with grace and take a bow. But the other part expected he'd land on his face. Or worse, on the boy standing below's face.

"Have you ever wondered why we fall in love? Surely falling on love is ideal. To fall in something would be a container at best, or an abyss at worst. I don't think falling in something is good. At least if you fall on something, you know it stops."

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"Oh," he examined the little weapon again before shrugging and sticking it in his satchel,"well if you’re certain…"

Once it was safely put away, he looked back up at the performer and gave a gratuitous half-smile, though he did wonder why he was making himself so comfortable at such a height.

"Well Jape, I haven’t yet encountered a performer who does his tricks in the air until now. Are you an acrobat as well?"

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The thought hadn't crossed his mind to tear a piece of her outfit- it was so lovely, so new and so flawless. It would be a travesty. And to have a lady shorten her dress? On the edge of winter, of all times? Certainly not. He carefully picked one of his twin daggers from his belt and held it out to her, handle-first, and probably not as carefully as he should have. "They're not terribly sharp," he admitted. "Good for preforming, but it might take a bit of force to get it through cloth. If it hadn't been falling, I don't think it could have cut me in the first place." A few tricks required an edge. If they weren't favourites, he wouldn't bother ever having the blade sharpened. "Just, uhh, mind the edge. Sharper than you might expect."

Fumble

Delighted that the other did not roll his eyes at her rather pathetic joke she overheard from a crowd of adolescents, she grinned widely. It was nice to have somebody laugh at her jokes once in awhile - a warm glow would flood her chest in acknowledgement that she made someone smile, instead of bringing them pain or dread.

The raven looked down at her attire to spy for any piece of cloth that could help. Already, she was dreadfully under-dressed for winter, and would probably freeze since her legs were not at all covered. She thought about asking if he wanted the edges of her dress for it, but he had already thought of it. “I can help you." The words slipped out of her before she could stop herself. "Or we could use the dagger? I’m alright with ripping it with my hands though.”

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A cloth? Before he could think of one, she brought up jokes, which immediately drew his attention. He watched her with a new light-heartedness, all anticipation and eagerness. As though the cut was forgotten. He exploded into laughs and smiles when she gave the line, considerably lightened by even the mention of a joke. It wasn't often someone tried to make him smile, which was a gift in itself. "In tents! Wonderful!"

Such kindness almost made him suspicious. If only he could see her bones, to know for sure. Instead he smiled at her again and glanced down at his hand. As though the mirth had been a dose of morphine, he wiggled the fingers on it with only a little shaking. "I don't know about a cloth, but we could use that glove. It's torn anyway. Or, uhmm, maybe a stocking, or..." He hated to suggest tearing a strip from his costume, but the collar seemed rather tattered, anyway. A missing piece would hardly be noticed. "I don't know if I can rip a piece free with just one hand," he said, through a slowly fading smile.

Fumble

At the sight of the dark liquid flowing out, Delilah’s nose itched. She held his palm gently, examining it. “We’ll need a cloth of some sort to stop the wound from bleeding. By chance, do you have any strip of it?" That was what she did when she got one. There was a small scar on her upper calf due to that, but it felt okay. To keep the mood light, the raven laughed lightly and smiled. "Seems very appetizing." She commented with a grin. "Ooh, punchlines are good! Wait, I have one.”

Delilah coughed. “Did you hear about the fire in that circus?" She paused for a moment, letting the words sink in for the jester before going on. "It was in tents." Ba dum tss.

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"Sugar is the food of the angels. There's no such thing as too much! If your teeth and meaty bits couldn't handle sugar, they wouldn't have made it so delicious." Foolproof logic, as far as he was concerned. He took another bite of the apple. Also delicious, but much better for his teeth. Hmm. That might be a bit of a mistake. "But you're not going to get used to it if you never eat it in the first place."

"I…" Joe’s face flushed a bright red. " ‘M pretty sure. I don’t know exactly who gave ‘um too me, lookin’ back I was a fool to eat them, but they didn’t seem like anythin’ too awful. They tasted mighty sweet, ‘n nothin’ like what I reckon the drinks you’re talkin’ ‘bout taste like. I reckon I ended up wakin’ up like that on account of the sweets ‘n how I had been feelin’ the days before. I ain’t used to havin’ that much sugar. " 

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The smile and applause was payment in full. He bowed and smiled back, as though he'd just started tossing roses. "Thank you! It's a pleasure! I'm here 'til Sunday!" ... And then he said to come down. Jape kept up his smile and flopped down to sit on the beam. For a moment he looked straight down but quickly turned his attention away. Was it always that high up?

"Right again, kiddo. I don't have any apples to stick it with. Just, uhh, call it a souvenir," he said instead. "I have more at home." He shrugged through the lie. Though he wasn't much for pride, being stuck up here gave his a dent that he couldn't buff out. "Oh, and it's Jape. Mr. Clown is my father."

Don't Look Down

Appalled at the clown’s act, the Little Prince tentatively picked up the pierced apple—avoiding toughing the knife—and observed the work that’s been done to it. He turned it over, observing it like it was a gift from the stars, until he recalled his mannerisms and awkwardly adjusted the apple to where he could appropriately applaud his entertainer, big smiles not left out.

"That was incredible, Mr. Clown!" he cheered,"the blade is still in it." With that, he pulled out the surprisingly dull blade but realized this one he definitely didn’t think it was a good idea to toss it up.

"But I think you may have to come down to get your knife back. I can’t toss this one up to you, it is unsafe."

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"Oh. Are you sure that was from sugar? I know a few folks that get that way with, uhmm, other things. Drinks, mostly. Drinks that aren't particularly sweet at all. Actually, they taste quite gross. Maybe there was something else in your candies. Did it taste like hatred and hopelessness?"

"I reckon it’s worse to allow me to have ‘um." The boy admitted sheepishly. "I jist about lost all my sense the last time some body gave me somethin’ sweet. Woke up in the apple orchard the next day. I ain’t about to risk that happenin’ again." 

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Wonderful! This was the best lie he'd ever told. It came with a free meal and friendly conversation. Before waiting for invitation, he crouched down with her and looked at the sweets. The smell alone was intoxicating. He set the femur down beside himself with an unintentional clatter, pretended he didn't hear it and picked up one of the buns. "You're right," he hummed, "this is way better than a sandwich."

But enough delay- the bones didn't bother him in the slightest, and the only thing irritating was waiting to know how it tasted. Turns out it was delicious. Though he didn't know the name of it, he found he liked saffron. It was so sweet it almost hurt his teeth to bite into.

Though he did miss breakfast, he hadn't mentioned missing dinner the night before, as well. The life of an entertainer wasn't a rich one. In no time he bun was reduced to half and he found himself deliberately refraining, so as to make it last. "Now, wherever did you get these, anyway? I haven't seen anything with so much icing down by the square."

Old Bones

She put the paper back in between the pages of the book, holding hit close to her chest.  She very much doubted his stories. Of course, she had heard of these fanatic priests that worshiped the dead and practically lived to take care of the catacombs. They could paint their faces to look like skeletons, and as far as she knew they had royal permission to stay down there.  Surprised by his question Katja raised both eyebrows. “Ehm…Yes, actually I do.” She hesitantly replied, a hand moving to the satchel. Could he smell it or something?  She usually did bring her own food when going on smaller trips like this, she preferred to save her own small amount of money for other things and Valentin’s servants was usually more than happy to help her.  Despite the slightly unappetizing thought of eating in a charnel-house she reached for her satchel and picked up a white bundle, she could already smell the scent of saffron from it.  Kneeling down she opened it and revealed three perfectly round and yellow buns, almost completely covered in white icing.  She couldn’t help but smile at the sight. She looked back at the strange boy, still smiling. “Ok, it isn’t sandwiches but this is way better!”  She giggled, her suspicions and fear almost completely washed away by the scent of saffron and sugar. 

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Send me 'I want the K' and I'll generate a number

1: Hot, Steamy kiss

2: Cheek Kiss

3: Nose Kiss

4: Forehead Kiss

5: Firm Kiss

6: Gentle Peck

7: Romantic Kiss

8: Eyelid Kiss

9: Jawline Kiss

10: Neck Kiss

11: Collarbone Kiss

12: Chest Kiss

13: Stomach Kiss

14: Kiss Along the Hips

15: Kiss in the Rain

16: Upside-Down Kiss

17: Goofy Kiss

18: Underwater Kiss

19: Forceful Kiss

20: Any of the Above

21: Then there’s tongue