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((Who wants tired mun opinions? any takers?))

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“Christmas is cancelled this year, for the better honestly.”

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((What a time to be deadn’t again))

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((Damn bro I forget how hard it is to undie once you die on tumblr for a bit))

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Reblog if your inbox is ALWAYS open for random asks, even if you haven’t reblogged any meme

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“Well this is going to be a rather riveting morning.” Someone’s not pleased

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Ask my muse anything you want on anon!

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“Normally. I would say no.” Octavia would drawl, a somewhat annoyed hoot-like tone escaping the Goetia. “But, for this. I make the exception. Sure.”

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“Maybe for April fools I’ll go work at Hooters and see how my dad reacts.” Octavia says, tone dripping with deadpan sarcasm.

“I͎f y̬̮ou̖ w͉͍ͅa͈̻̱nt̘̪̣, ̜I̦ ̦̯̰cạ̩n ̞̳̪g̰et ̺ͅyou͈̺̝ ̺t͍̠he ̮̜̰o̦̥͇utf̰̺it ̜̦fr͎om͈̹͚ H̝oo̙te̬̠̪rs. I’̬̹m̥̙ ̪̰̙su͍r̪e̳̘ h̤̬e̠̮̘’͍lḻ̝̜ ͉h̲ạv̰̤͙e ̗̜̠a ̰̳̠h̦e̳̳͓a̮̭̭rt ͉̮͖a̬ttac̬̮̜k ̹ei̠̗t̺her̬ wa̻͖y.̺̳ Wa̯nn̯a ̮̹ͅdo̲̫̠ i̩t?͙ͅ W̱̞an̻̤̘n̤̬̯a̱͉̺ ͖te̱a͕̰m̖ ̮͉̼u̼̬p̻?” Offers his hand, wiggling it a bit.

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“Maybe for April fools I’ll go work at Hooters and see how my dad reacts.” Octavia says, tone dripping with deadpan sarcasm.

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“.....I’m not gettin’ out of bed. It’s too comfy.”

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Toss, turn, nope...pillow over the head, nope. Not working either. Well, she’s just going to get up, rush to the window and-

“SHUT THE FLYIN’ FUCK UP WITH THAT ACCORDIAN!”

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Somewhat-decent but annoying possum

At her reaction, he’d be lying if he said he didn’t feel some gratification. Yeah, take that you Goetia turd. Dixie was always a bit of an advocate of ‘sticking it to the man’ so to speak. He might’ve even been a little more fired up, if her reaction wasn’t so…depressing.

Sitting by yourself at an empty table with a drink in your hand was…kind of sad. As a bartender, he’s seen some prime examples of this. He maybe feels just a little bad. Okay, a lotta bad. He’s got to remember this isn’t exactly Stolas he’s dealing with, and whether it’s out of fear she’ll tell him or guilt, Dixie takes several hesitant steps in her general direction.

He stands in front of her, tail holding his drink. He holds up his chalkboard. ‘My sincerest apologies. That was very rude. I should not weaponize my problems.’

Depressing was the least of the problems of the reaction. Her head would crane to look towards some of the others sitting around. Some would advert their gaze quickly, others continue about their business.

A heavy hoot-like sigh escapes her, before her neck cranes back up to glance over at the now approaching Dixie. Beak visibly forming into a small frown about to say something until eyes narrow towards the chalkboard. He...apologized? The owlette rubbed at her neck a moment. Anxiousness evident within those eyes of hers.

Silence reigning for a moment or two, before her lowly voice mutters. “Apology accepted...I also need to apologize for bein’ so rude myself.” The Goetian princess would grow silent, before piping back up. “...I’m surprised y’bothered talkin’ to me after that.” Faint as it may be, appreciation did lace Octavia’s tone of voice.

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Don’t mind her, she’s just reading a guide on Taxidermy.

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Adventure man: "Hey Little Girl! I'm Adventure man! You like games? I have a game for you! Okay. Guess what? Monkey Butt! Nah, that was lame. But hey, since you made it to my secret place, i'll give you this vorpal blade! I snagged it from the Azure Knight a while back. I even dipped it in baby monkey tears to make it even more vorpal! Now it's twice as vorpal, so vorpal it hurts! What an adventure for you! Probably." (Octavia has obtained the Vorpal Blade: It couldn't be any more Vorpal!)

“Uhh....” Well, now she has the fucking VORPAL BLADE of all things. Octavia simply stares in bewilderment at this adventure fellow, “T-thanks?! I guess?!” Yeah she doesn’t have a real composed reaction for this. “....Wonder if this thing works on that clown?”

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Can I help you miss?

★ ; .             with a disgusting squelch the eye blinks, a choppy set of teeth rising to showcase a smile. ❛ - howdy there y’erself ! what’cha got there ? - ❜ the bitter scent wafting in the air makes rawhide’s nose twitch, pointed fingers digging in against the wooden asset between them.

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Eyes wince in retaliation to the abominable screech that is the squelching of rawhides eye. Feathers ruffle for a moment before Octavia would look down to the mug of coffee currently grasped within her white and grey talon-like fingers. “Coffee, salted caramel latte to be exact. You’ve...never had coffee before?” The velvet tones of Octavia’s reserved voice let out with another inquiry.

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hands you a bagel. it's completely black. but it tastes like cream

“....This bagel is the oddest thing, but. It’s...alright I suppose?”