WeepingWisteria

Vendetta smiled. “Thank you!” TThey walked past the woman and into the security office. “What date are you looking for?” The woman took a sip of her coffee.

Cyra crossed all four of his arms, eyes narrowing at this person. “That can change if you prefer.” Two hatchets hung from xer hips right, tucked beneath the tails of ...

Vendetta sighed and approached the woman. "Hello!" The woman looked up. "Can I help you?" Vendetta gave her the puppy eyes. "Can you show me some of your security footage, ...

Name: Cyra Pronouns: Yes Age: 24 Appearance: Please also note the four arms. Personality: Cyra is known for being angry, violent, and generally a force of terror. Between the battle-ax ...

Vendetta shrugged. “Probably. How likely is it that they’ll just give them to us?” Khalil chuckled. “Not likely.”

The android tucked a screaming Tempest Briar under his? its? arm and walked off. The employee fixed the display and sat back at the counter, smiling to themself as the ...

Lavender stopped in front of an bookstore, spinning in front of the door. “A bookstore?” Vendetta leaned against the glass. “Maybe he was signing his own books.”

Dawn sighed. “Fiiiine!” Cody smiled at kept driving. Three hours later, they arrived in Houston. Lavender poked their tip out of the quiver, vibrating in excitement.

“That’s racist.” Tempest Briar huffed, and crossed his arms. The “android” picked Tempest Briar up by the shoulder, squeezing so hard she had to grit her teeth. “You don’t belong ...

He snickered. “You look like you can plan a workhouse over a cuppa. Absolutely smashing.” The door opened, three rather large metal beasts walked in. The employee perked. “Those two ...

“Tempest Briar. Now that’s my first name, mind you.” She tried on a very strange hat to cover the blue roots of his hair. “How do I look, Pel? Like ...

“I don’t think we’ll know he’s a morning person right off the bat.” Alex sighed. “But hopefully he isn’t. For your sanity.”

Alex shrugged. “I’m not sure. I guess we’ll have to wait and see.”

“Yeah. Neither do I.” Alex nervously glanced at the door. “Neither do I.”

Alex shook xer head. “No, I don’t think so. Maybe not Emily, either. She’s so-“ They gestured vaguely. “That’s not perfect.”