|| LET ME BE THE GOLDEN RETRIEVER BOY PLEASE I BEG

It's quiet. . .

He's spinning his spear from hand to hand, the skewer from his latest snack sticking out of his mouth.

“𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘐’𝘮 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘱 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘯 ; 𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘮𝘺 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘨𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘥, 𝘐’𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵’𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘶𝘯 —” ❧ ˊˎ- Wanderer / Hat Guy — 6̶t̶h̶ ̶H̶a̶r̶b̶i̶n̶g̶e̶r̶ — Scholar of Vahumana

Currently stuffing dango into his mouth.

"Sounds like business is booming! That's great to hear." he said with a smile, one which caused his green eyes to close. "Ogura's Textiles and Kimonos." the blond repeated, committing the name of it to memory. Perhaps his Lord or Lady would be interested in making a purchase in the future. -

"That's right!" he confirmed, giving a courteous bow at the waist, golden ponytail falling over his shoulder. "Well met, Miss Ume." Standing straight once again, he tilted his head as he looked her over for a second time. "You look absolutely exhausted. What do you do for work? Are you being-

The blond guided the woman over to a nearby rock which was perfect height for sitting. "Here, it wouldn't hurt to rest, just for a little bit." He took a few steps away, one of his hands finding his hip. "My names Thoma, by the way. Pleasure to meet you!"

|| oh no the b0ts have found me someone send help

"No worries!" Thoma happily chirped, taking a moment to look to stranger over. "Are you injured? Here, let me help you find somewhere to sit down for a moment."

Concerned look. "Are you okay?" Offering a hand to help her up.

The cherry blossoms are beautiful this time of year! He likes to go and see them, whenever he gets the chance.

the night has left us crippled with grief as we strive to keep alive our belief.

'cause we're gonna shout it loud even if our words seem meaningless.

meadowlands vibrant with flowers.

Well. . . He WAS meditating. Thoma has fallen asleep. 💤

walk tall, my friends.

Should he be concerned. . ?

as we learn about each other , so we learn about ourselves

give me a command, and i'll do what you ask.

|| 🤲❤️

on wings of hope, you rise up through the night; higher, oh, higher!

Awhhh, bro. . . In your corner, if you wanna be an author, you've got support from me!

I know it'd sell, dude, because I'd buy a copy, for sure!

Slow-claps for the pun.

He's taking advantage of the dreary weather today and testing out some new recipes. Who wants to be his taste-tester?

He's taking advantage of the dreary weather today and testing out some new recipes. Who wants to be his taste-tester?

Stylishly flourishes his spear.

Fingers smoothed over golden tresses, green eyes peering upward as he gave things another once-over in his mind. "Mmm, I just can't put my finger on it. . . I tidied up all of the common areas, got a head start on tomorrow's dinner menu prep, and put evening tea on. But I have the strangest —

𝙏𝑯ℰ 𝐏ℜI𝒁𝙀𝓭︎ 𝑺𝐔𝘉𝔍𝓔︎ꉔƬ ¡! ❞ 𝐍𝐔𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝟨 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐈 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐁𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐒 *ೃ༄ ― Я не человек и никогда им не буду. Я проклят этой судьбой .ᐟ 「 ✦ ꜰᴜʀᴛʜᴇʀ ɪɴꜰᴏ ʙᴇʟᴏᴡ ✦ 」

"Eeeeh, I just try to make sure everything that needed done is done before I hit the hay. . ." he explained, an hand raising to rub the back of his head. "I always feel like I'm forgetting something. . ."

A hand finds his hip, an arch lifting one of his brows as he peers at the stranger. "That it does. . . Is there something I can help you with. . . Before I retire?"

He's stifling a yawn. How did it get so late?