Bittersweet Candy Bowl

She watches him, teary-eyed she remains silent. Her hand trembles as she tightens her grip on his hand. She whispers, her words so gentle they can barely be heard.

I just need to know…

((



Oh snap))

((I WILL FIND YOU AND END YOU PIXEL I SWEAR ON TOASTY’S LIFE. YOU WILL FUCKING PAY FOR THIS! YOU WILL BE THE ONE IN THAT PICTURE YOU ASSHOLE))

(( OH IT’S ON NOW. LIESELOTTE AND UNDEAD AGAMEMNON DUKE IT OUT RIGHT NOW ))

((YOU AND ME, WE’RE TAKING THIS SHIT TO SKYPE NOW. YOU WILL DIE. ))

(Sorry, been off chilling with old friends and will probably be gone most of the night.)

Thanks Albert for being so generous, then brings back some more fish to camp. Shares stories and advice with the others.


(Shit, well I hope you and Pixel can work that out…Take care everyone.)

: /

(( Don’t worry Sean. We’re just screwing around ;P ))

Can you guys give a summary of what just happened?

(Sorry once more!! Happened a black-out at my house and just now it could get back. - -&ldquo
(BUT… inspiration hit my head with a gigantic hammer and that’s the result
Lord Makar closed his eyes, embarassed, and wispered a few words that just Lieselotte could hear, not even I could hear them, but I’m sure they were softly spoken. And so they kissed…

She pulls him into a tight embrace, tears still streaming down her face, though for a very different reason now. After seemingly ages, she finally pulls back still holding his hands. She stares him in the eye, her sweet smile appearing at last, this is possibly the first time he has seen her fully smile since they met. She lets go of one of his hands and puts her fingers to her lips, as if to make sure this having been reality.

Thank you Makar…that’s…that’s enough for now.

Makar look at Lieselotte, cleaning her tears once more, smiling.
… I guess you’re right… see you in the morning…
He revered and walked to the campfire, remembering what he promised to the Princess.
… I think sleeping in the other side of the tree still counts…
He arrived the tree the Princess was and walked to the other side of the tree, where he sat down and stared at the moon.

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Hannibal’s eyes shoot open suddenly.

Hmm…good old hangover nap to clear the booze out of the system…Hey, where are our secret lovers?

((I ask this in total ignorance to nobody in particular. EDIT: wait, really? We setting up shop inna new thread? This is 4chan? I didn’t know we had gets here.))

((I was just saying that a new thread now would probably be a good idea))

((Who’s that up to?))

((New thread made, find it- Here))