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@firstfang.bsky.social
it's too late to change events, it's time to face the consequence for delivering the proof in the policy of truth. โ loved by sylas. adult. mdni.
Opening the Ranger's group chat (appropriately named 'Operational Communications', inappropriately used for just about anything other than operational communications.) ๐ฒ Hey cubs. What emotion does this image make you feel? ๐ฒ [Image sent]
Whoa, huge pack! โฆSwarm?
Does she want a father figure? ๐ Position just became available (โฆ๐)
Hahah whoa, whoa! Canโt a grown man have two father figures? ๐
Talking to the imagenae plants, huh? Most people around here didn't pay them any mind, just a part of the everyday landscape. "Evening, fair Knight." ๐๐ค many rose petals. He'd be so easy to trail in an investigation. Not that he would have any reason to look into him like that, right? Ha ha.
He was just chatting happily to a random potted plant about the grace of Idrila. Argenti paused as he sensed the new presence, turning to face Ashveil. Surprise crossed his delicate features, a hand over his chest as he bowed in greeting. The roses and sparkles surrounded him. "Good evening~"
:o! That's him... Boothill's 'Crimson Rose Ninja' that he's heard so much about, making him infinitely curious about the one who captured his Ranger's wild heart. He's spotted @bloodiedroseknight.bsky.social out and about after following a strange trail of red petals.
Oh ๐ฒ Don't mind if I do. I'm parched! (GLUG)
Fair enough! ๐ "Yup. And doing a good job at it, too!" He could spend hours on the Furbobo portal. His favourite screentime in the fridge before bed activity. Damn... No such thing as a secret between lovers, huh? Oh well. Even if they don't tell anyone, Mr. N probably will eventually...
The little dragon was too busy frothing at the mouth in lust to be mad about who saw the photos. "They are indeed... always looking for the next big scoop." Damn, he will not tell a soul! Except maybe Blade but that's fine Blade won't say anything.
"Haha, yeah, I saw that! Shameless little rascals." Crazy amount of clicks on that post. This little dragon must have been seething. And, hey! No shame in popping on a dress from time to time, but what Mr. N was referring to was personal and private, thank you very much.
"I mean, one of them filmed my husband in the Inkford Hermitage springs one time..." He chuckled. "But if you say so. I bet it was interesting." Dan Heng is no stranger to dresses. And Dan Heng's secrets are all exposed at this point so he fears nothing.
"I, uh... don't think they would've found out about that." Closed doors, very hush hush. Not suitable for the Furbobo Weekly portal under site guidelines. Dan Heng would understand needing to keep this monkey quiet if he was doling out all his deep, dark secrets like at every opportunity.
"Oh, I see. Makes sense..." He nodded. "Uh... don't be mean to Mr N. I'm sure the Furbos would've outed you eventually."
He could strangle that monkey sometimes, always airing out his dirty laundry. "It was for a case I was working, had to go undercover." Mr. N: And the timeโ Quickly covering his mouth! "That's enough out of you!!"
"The... dress? What...?" He blinked slowly, head tilted to the side. "You willingly did drag?"
"Sure I do. Gimme any role, I'll play it. Just one catchโno romantic subplots." Mr. N, narrating: What the detective was really thinking is: I'll lower myself to just about anything for some spare cash, but not THAT. I'll even pop the dress back on if it means a paycheck. "..๐ ๐๐๐๐ฃ๐ ๐ฎ๐ค๐ช for that."
"You know how to film an advert?"
Great bit of advertisement! "Tryin' to break into the market, huh? If you ever need someone to shoot you a commercial, I'm your guy."
"Not your DogDash driver. You get what you get from DragonDash."
These new DogDash delivery drivers were kinda rude... He caught it in his hat with some quick reflexes, before picking it out and waving it at Dan Heng. "NOT what I ordered!"
Think fast. Yeets a cheese slice at his face.
Yawning into his hat ๐ฅฑ
๐ฒ That outfit totally makes him look like a cunt!
Twisting. Turning. Frowning. So noisy. โ แ แ แ ธแต แต ๐ Even Mr. N was banging on the side of the refrigerator. His slumber disturbed, the lid is flung open before he sits up, stiff as a board. "What is it ๐ฃ๐ค๐ฌ?"
Napping in his fridge while all this commotion is going on a few blocks down.
๐ฏ (Theyโve already had a scare? ๐ Waitโฆ) What do you mean? (He is a Vidyadhara. That isnโt something they should have to worry about ๐ค)
Good. Last time we had a scare the whole city freaked out. (He better not, dragons are notoriously defensive of their hatchlings~)
๐ Loud and clear. (You know, if they ever wanted a babysitter, uncle Ashveil would LOVE to help out ๐ Pinky swear he won't try to adopt them.)
I am not pregnant, just so we're clear. (Yet.)
(Stoppp ๐ฅน So sweet. Genuinely delighted!) Oh. Uh... It does sound a bit like that, huh? Not what I meant!
Indeed... a bond that was broken but reforged... (Nodding, thinking very hard about it all.) Glowing...? Don't say it like that... people might think I'm pregnant or something... (Embarrassed little huff)