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You absolutely roasted Councilmen in the beginning and I was not ready for that
TSS Snippet: Garden Fire
Aka, ‘Let Aspen Say Fuck’ Scenario #2:
Emry was on the cusp of drifting into a lovely nap- on a sun-warmed couch and just after having a snack, no less- when the smell of smoke jarred his nose.
For a moment, he considered ignoring it. He hadn’t touched the fireplace recently, had lit no candles. Surely everything was fine, and these cushions were just so nice and warm-
“Fuck!”
He jolted up and fell off the sofa.
“Aspen?” His head whipped around for the source of the curse. He couldn’t hear any footsteps inside the house, nor an echo of their voice in the halls- they must be in the garden. With a groan, he scrambled to his feet and sprinted outside.
“What’s happening- Aspen!” He skidded to a halt at the back door.
The rose bushes were on fire, and Aspen was darting between them and the birdbath in the center of the garden, cupping water in their hands and tossing it onto the burning leaves. The splashes fizzled and smoked with all the effectiveness of a Councilman’s thoughts and prayers.
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That’s one way to vent your frustration, Aspen
TSS Snippet: Card Game
AKA ‘Let Aspen Say Fuck’ Scenario #1:
Emry tossed his cards onto the table with a sigh.
“I’m all out. Aspen, it’s up to you now.” He leaned back in the chair and crossed his arms. “Please, defeat Cal at least once before her ego gets too big to fit in this room.”
“Is it my fault that you passed the wrong card three rounds ago?” Cal murmured through a smile from across the table.
“Yes, it is. The sunlight hit your face a certain way and it distracted me.”
Cal rolled her eyes and played a card.
“I thought we needed to deflate my ego, Mr. Karic.”
“I’m fickle.” Emry nodded to Aspen, who was hunched over their cards and frowning deeply. “Aspen, it’s your turn. You have anything that beats a ten?”
Aspen looked at Cal’s card. Looked at their hand. Slumped.
“Fuck,” they said.
“Aspen!” Cal’s wide eyes snapped to Emry, who raised his hands immediately.
“Hey, I didn’t teach him that!”
“Then who did?”
They both looked to Aspen, whose green eyes flicked up from their cards.
“Georgie,” they all said at once.
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I had this weird dream last night
It was me and some random person who was my partner in crime
He gets back home after robbing someone who was very rich
He explains how in the process of robbing him he also killed him
It goes into this weird commercial (I think it was a commercial) with him in it, I don't really remember it fully but at the end he has his arms in the air, but puts them down and goes AND I QUOTE
"Holy shit I killed a rich old man"
Reason why letting me and my friend draw together is a bad idea
