[AGAIN WITH THE "BIG GUY" --]
well i'm not going to ask you for free work. i'll figure out a way to pay you.
somebody named ko tenjin?
... before you say anything, i know i could do this myself, but it feels messed up. i only ever tracked people down before to kill them.
well i'm not going to ask you for free work. i'll figure out a way to pay you.
somebody named ko tenjin?
... before you say anything, i know i could do this myself, but it feels messed up. i only ever tracked people down before to kill them.
thanks, meryl.
say, did you get a letter? maybe i could talk to your mark?
... recipient. i mean recipient.
say, did you get a letter? maybe i could talk to your mark?
... recipient. i mean recipient.
I've been good. Busy, too.
Are you, uh... can I see you?
Are you, uh... can I see you?
This holiday seems important, eh?
Well I appreciate you investigating. And helping me. I've never had to give anyone a gift before.
Well I appreciate you investigating. And helping me. I've never had to give anyone a gift before.
Sure. You can come to my garden. ( She will toss Meryl some more specific directions to Castle Emberglow and the lush garden of the courtyard. )
I'll meet you near the willow tree. You can't miss it. ( It's huge. )
I'll meet you near the willow tree. You can't miss it. ( It's huge. )
Oh sure me and my friend Luca live in this tree house
[ He attaches a photo of their home, which he's graciously stepped outside to take just for her reference... but the other directions he gives are pretty vague, like "outside town by that little store on the corner of the road" or something to that effect. But at least she's got photographic direction to go off, and without any question or suspicion, to boot! Good at her job...! ]
I've never really celebrated holidays. Sounds like fun? People seem pretty excited about it.
Even if your family isn't here I bet it'll be fun to celebrate with your new friends here right? (and/or friends from home? I guess I never asked you, ha)
[ He attaches a photo of their home, which he's graciously stepped outside to take just for her reference... but the other directions he gives are pretty vague, like "outside town by that little store on the corner of the road" or something to that effect. But at least she's got photographic direction to go off, and without any question or suspicion, to boot! Good at her job...! ]
I've never really celebrated holidays. Sounds like fun? People seem pretty excited about it.
Even if your family isn't here I bet it'll be fun to celebrate with your new friends here right? (and/or friends from home? I guess I never asked you, ha)
[ There's the sound of rustling paper as Grog pulls out the note the owl left him. Sadly, he can't make his Oracle's voice read it aloud to him like he can with texts, so he'll have to try to sound it out himself. ]
It's, uh... G-Gal... Gallo...
[ A bit of a frustrated groan, and he gives up. ]
I dunno how to say it, so I'm just gonna tell you the letters.
G-A-L-O, T-H-Y-M-O-S.
I dunno who that is.
It's, uh... G-Gal... Gallo...
[ A bit of a frustrated groan, and he gives up. ]
I dunno how to say it, so I'm just gonna tell you the letters.
G-A-L-O, T-H-Y-M-O-S.
I dunno who that is.
Me, too. ( it was technically her bedroom, but let's not think about that too much.
Whenever Meryl did figure out what a willow tree was and made her way over, Night Sky was indeed lounging under said tree. The garden around it was lush, pathways slightly (purposefully) overgrown and lined with wildflowers. A proper garden with a variety of flowers off to one side, and even more scattered around with less obvious organization.
Night Sky probably should have warned Meryl about her usual attire... or lack thereof. The dryad was donned in nothing but a few precariously placed leaves upon her chest and the apex of her legs; vines twined around her limbs. She was lying on her back propped up on a pillow of moss and looking off like she was daydreaming.)
Whenever Meryl did figure out what a willow tree was and made her way over, Night Sky was indeed lounging under said tree. The garden around it was lush, pathways slightly (purposefully) overgrown and lined with wildflowers. A proper garden with a variety of flowers off to one side, and even more scattered around with less obvious organization.
Night Sky probably should have warned Meryl about her usual attire... or lack thereof. The dryad was donned in nothing but a few precariously placed leaves upon her chest and the apex of her legs; vines twined around her limbs. She was lying on her back propped up on a pillow of moss and looking off like she was daydreaming.)
HA I never take anything TOO seriously.
But lively is good right? Like the parties here! Those have been great! And lively
Are you and your friends going to have a party to celebrate? How do you celebrate holidays?
[ Very broad question, uh... But the fact that Alberto's not just blindly pretending he's in the know, and is actually probing her for information, is definitely a sign of something impressive in their dynamic so far β respect, trust, etc, all that jazz... A good thing. ]
But lively is good right? Like the parties here! Those have been great! And lively
Are you and your friends going to have a party to celebrate? How do you celebrate holidays?
[ Very broad question, uh... But the fact that Alberto's not just blindly pretending he's in the know, and is actually probing her for information, is definitely a sign of something impressive in their dynamic so far β respect, trust, etc, all that jazz... A good thing. ]
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