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“Yeah I totally understand, sorry,” she grins politely, moving out from infront of the applesauce. She didn’t want to upset the woman any more than she felt like she already had. “Uh take your time. I don’t have anyone waiting on my,” she chuckles awkwardly still trying to make the situation less tense.

Moxee nodded with the ‘awkward white person’ smile and tried to take up as little space as possible as she grabbed a few containers of cinnamon applesauce. She looked the ingredients over, checking which one was probably the healthiest. Thinking back to the health class she was taking online, she picked out one and set the others back, grabbing another one of the brands she chose. “Sorry if I was being a bitch by the way. I’m just kinda freaking out with the whole ‘what’s best for my daughter to eat’ thing ya know?” the women said, offering a sympathetic smile.

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Max paced back and forth in front of the theater. Moxee set her up on a blind date with her roommate. She was trying to calm herself down. Romeo was so fucking pretty. Would he even like her? God, she had no idea.

Sauntering into the movie theater, he looked around for someone to look at him. His roommate was getting angry at him with all the people he’d bring to their place. She didn’t want Marvel seeing so many different faces leaving the house and not coming back. It would confuse her later in life and she wanted Romeo to get a steady partner. Of course, that would be difficult because of his hypersexuality, but if it would help Moxee and Marvel he was willing to try. So Moxee set him up on a date with one of her friends. Letting out a small breath, he took out his phone to check twitter while he waited for someone to approach him.

Looking up from his phone and pocketing it as well, he smiled as he answered, “In the flesh. You must be Max, it’s a pleasure.” He was about to shake her hand when he felt the small tug on his pants leg. “Oh yeah, we also are in charge of this little one tonight. Moxee sent me with a message as well. ‘Sorry for sending Marvel with you guys, but I realized I had an exam tonight. Have fun, hahahahaha, ha.’” A smile rested on his face as he scooped up the five-year-old and rested her on his hip. “So we’re with this booger tonight,” he chuckled while pinching the girl’s cheek. She giggled in response and waved, “Hi Max.”

Max paced back and forth in front of the theater. Moxee set her up on a blind date with her roommate. She was trying to calm herself down. Romeo was so fucking pretty. Would he even like her? God, she had no idea.

Sauntering into the movie theater, he looked around for someone to look at him. His roommate was getting angry at him with all the people he’d bring to their place. She didn’t want Marvel seeing so many different faces leaving the house and not coming back. It would confuse her later in life and she wanted Romeo to get a steady partner. Of course, that would be difficult because of his hypersexuality, but if it would help Moxee and Marvel he was willing to try. So Moxee set him up on a date with one of her friends. Letting out a small breath, he took out his phone to check twitter while he waited for someone to approach him.

Looking around her, the sprite looked around her, quite confused. She used her translucent pink wings to float just off the ground, noting how repulsive it was. Everything was rotting and festering, going through various stages of decomposition. It made her want to pinch her noise but she decided not to since there was a looming presence above her.

A small gasp left her mouth as she saw the rotting creature. It was massive and she was already small to begin with. About the size of a short human, but still paling in comparision to Plaguebringer’s mass. The sprite smoothed down her dress as she looked at the ground, still making sure she did not land on it in fear of contracting something from the filth. “I-I’m a sprite. I don’t really know how I got into this dimension,” she stuttered, a red flush surfacing on her face. She dared not look at the beast in fear of offending it, not knowing if it was hostile or not.

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Plaguebringer had never seen such a peculiar character before. The walking infection tilted her dragon head and stared down at the stranger. She could sense that not all was write about them, there was something off about the person. Something she couldn’t quite pinpoint. “And you are?” She asked in a cold, but curious, tone. She was giant, her leathery wings folded neatly over her body, despite the fact that almost everything was rotted. She held an odd image of beauty even though she was a deity of pure pestilence.

“What exactly are you?” She added soon after as she tossed a hunk of decayed meat into the throbbing wound in the land– the Wyrmwound. This place, the Scarred Wasteland, was very deserving of it’s name.

WELL, my boyfriend of 5 years and I broke up so I will likely be depressed and not be able to write anything for a week or so. Nice messages would be welcome

-Mun

*puts on cool socks* Ok ready to go